MORTIFICATION...
color me lonely, like a blank page yearning for a pen pal
merge together all the empty spaces of poetic verse
there you'll find me, for better or worse
cause through sickness is our health, so graduation is a hearse
nothing hurts, all reactions are emotional outburst
cursed to live a life of repeated battles
will, guides will-not, while I buck in a bull saddle
I live in babble, like that ancient place, because our towers also fell
so I dwell in a New York state of confusion
watching Revenge and Anger raise their newborn baby Hell
wolf-tickets of forget-me-not's go on sale
but I recessively can't afford to pay attention
my dementia makes it forbidden
since I wasn't consulted on any further out-of-mind decisions
my world thinks, their world listens
I hear voices and whisper back in visions
false perceptions make God a warden
so i guess i'm doing time on this earth... |
DISCOMPOSED PROSE...
You ever think about how our opinions tend to form us, instead of us just informing others
We wrap ourselves in judgments, bound with guilty verdicts, because looks are receiving
I lost contact with the real world and fell into a place where thoughts defined as criminal
Caused me to stand trial in controlled circumstantial patterns of brainwave courts
Placing Orders of Protections on my subliminals, reducing them to minimals
For cerebral crimes of doubt and mistrust for Church & State, because they dont
Internationally relate to what I consciously equate in my “Picture This†debates
A mental-state in which disagreements with established timelines, that bind minds
Pre-occupy lines in verses, repeated in Places of Worship thousands of times
And still falsely define the divine when enforced by corporal punishment and death
You have the right to shut tha fuk up, so hold your breath, until no objecti... |
PLEASE RE-MEMBER ME...
Name: H.F Pain
Everything else about me is on a Need-to-Know Basis
I wear different Faces
Appear and disappear in many places
Yes...
I've been deep inside your home
Deeper than you would ever know
My Cover is Never Blown
Until I Allow it to be Known
Which IS, the Rhyme & Reason for this lil poem
You See...I must be getting old, and the thrill is gone
Ahhhh...I know you don't understand
You don't know the Plan...
LOVE...was at the Top of the list for Everything Needed
To Overstand
Yeah...In those Ages...
I was The Man!
So stay with me
Follow my Chatter-Rich Road to Emerald City
My Reputation, spoke for itself
Through Anger, Passion & Pain
I gave Deceit, Revenge, Sorrow & Pity...Unusual wealth
Never thought of the day, it would be bad for my health
The fact is, I operate under a cloak of extreme stealth
S... |
UNDERSTAND THIS...
Lean Not To Thine Own Understanding
So I throw myself before the feet of those leaning me back
To an Age of manipulation and vicious psycho-spiritual planning...
Gimmie that Old Tyme Religion
Where most were ignorant of God, and couldn't read a Word of Biblical Scripture
When HE was just a Ruling Essense, a somewhat Broken Light Fixture...
An Adornment to be Worn to save your Life
In Fear HE scorned the Faithful Masses
Damning them at the end of a Sword or Knife
His Anger was rife
HE told all captive slaves to behave
Listen to your new Lords and Masters
From the Cradle, to your unmarked Graves
Regardless of the torture or pain, all we need to do is pray
Because of Eve's Sin, from the Beginning...We ALL must willfully pay
When they beat you, please continue to turn the other cheek
Let them kill your family, one by one
Because it's the Lords Will...Your Soul's HIS... |
RUNAWAY POETIC-SLAVE...
Poetically travelling...
Babbling...like the curse caste down on the weary
I escape by studying wordplays, to SEE clearly
Don't fear me
I flew over the cuckoo's nest, to avoid The Kooks
But got shot-down, and crash landed in The Puss...knockin boots
She Made My Poet-Tree Shoot!
My gun jammed, while her finger was on the trigger
Drawing Blanks, I Can't Re-member...How This "Ignorance" Got Any Bigger
It was loaded with dum-dumbs...she called them s
Grave diggers...
I Can Dig It!...Can You?
My-story's a mystery, full of animals...I feel like Dr. Do-little
In a world Doin-Big
I Watch Magicians turn Holy Cows, into Molesting Little-Pigs
With Mother-Goose & The Lil Ole Lady, dictating lesbian tricks
Wondering, how many licks did it take to get all those damn bastard kids?
Uni-verse-old Fugitives...
Led by Three Blind Mice sellin, Big, Bad Wolf-tickets?
... |
DISCONNECTED...
The White-Rain fell, signalling the Time of Death
Blanketing the land with its bone-chilling blood
The Great Mother calls her fruits back to the Earth
For secret lessons on how to read the Moon, tracing the Stars for ReBirth
During these Dark-Times
We huddle together for warmth, bonding as a unit in closer love
For her love has gone to the Other-side for now...
Feeling cold, I shiver...
Wondering if she'll return bearing the same gifts
Singing the same songs, with vibrant colors, and all the savory flavors
ReViews...I remember from ages young...
Or maybe she will stay away, for we have strayed so far from her Laws
Rules guiding us on how to keep her House in Order
Maintaining the Sacred Balance
By adding & subtracting just the Right-Amount of Measures
Ingredients Necessary to Keep Us In Harmony With The Universe
She'd reward us with warm hugs, and hot kisses... |
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