THOSE...WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS...

DEAR LIFE...

Dear Life...

I wake in the middle of night
Cold sweat streaming down my face, from painful lessons in love & fright
Eclipsed by a dark cloud, shaped like a huge ass, watching your fall, or take flight
Like a Grand Opening...I See the hole in your Ohh-Zone layer
Targeting myself, along with those near and dear...Lost, without time to properly wipe
Ohh !...I dodge from happenstance to circumstance, and still...I take a chance
Sometimes I prance in your illusions
Dance with your delusions
Blow-up from the hypocrisy of your non-sensical con-fusions
Merging me in a pit filled with your Undesireable Collusions
Those who abuse your Free-Will, making Free-Dumb Bells Ring
I Open & Close Doors carefully, because Hell-o answers to Any- and Every-thing
I walk in the Rays of your Sun, reflecting the Phase of your Moon
Crying when a loved one moves-on, knowing a Refund calls for Ash &...

GLADIATOR...

Born in a world of darkness
Yet Light still shines
I Seek and Find
My Way...
Is The Way of the Blind
The Deaf
The Dumb
But Still...I Manage to Overcome
Without being Overrun
Even though My Responsibility is Very...
Burdensome...
Heavy
Deep
Most-times, I lose lots of sleep
I manage not to weep
From Emotionally-Expensive Words...
Whose Talk Was Cheap
I’m Always Getting Beat
Battered
Knock-Around
And Stepped-On
I’m looking for that Chariot
To Carry My Necronomicon
I found that missing rib, it pierced my heart...
Can you hear my moan?
So I had it permanently removed
Before Turning Into A Man
Bitter, and Full of Scorn
I Sing a Sad, Sad Song...
With Boulders, stuck to my Ass
From Always Hitting...Rockbottom
Surrounded By Snakes-In-The-Grass
Striking my...

THOSE...WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS...

They Come...
Asking me where I'm from
Neither here, nor there
I dwell in a realm teetering on the cusp of Metaphysical Medium
A Battlefield where detonated bombs set-off mental trance-fusions
Designed to transmit spiritual delusions
Provocations causing emotional confusions
They Come...
Bearing gifts of Multiple Contusions
Beating and Stomping on my head & neck
Breaking my back, paralyzing my spine in fear-filled fluids of disrespect
Dis-membering honor, limbs replaced with a legacy of regret
Reprogramming hordes of embryos, manufactured in can-eye-bull-istic frequencies
They Live...to feast on Fallen Guardian Angels
Bushwhacked Mommy's & Daddy's shredded...Falling-out at every angle
Families torn apart...
Terms of endearment depart from Verbs, altering Living-Words
Butchering the Body, Spilling the Soul...
Till it runs red-hot, then cold, manifest...

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES...

Where do broken-minds go?
Did they get lost in a storm, somewhere over a rainbow?
Was it a regularly scheduled program, set to remain slow?
Or was I baptised in a See-of-Stupidity, rising-again with a brain blow?
Are they watching me?
Waiting patiently...
To show Simpleton antics, with heightened moronic sensitivity
With graceful agility
Olympic dim-star ability
Open mouthes, saying nothing, asking...Are You Feeling Me?
I should've swallowed the dumb-pill for times like these
Walk around all dope-de-doe, wrapped in clueless energies
A mental-freeze, from numb dis-ease, where my Elevator's stuck on Ding
Waiting for master-minds to honor me... cum laude
Adding -a-ling, to my lonely Ding...
I'm tethering...
Holding on for dear life, watching ignorance become a thing of fair-weathering
Like a bed-time story, lulling folks to sleepwalk under covers of hopeful sufferi...