The Immortal Wize

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Set The Record Straight

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don't tell me you feel like committing suicide sorry I can't sympathize you don't want your life you don't know what death looks like I saw a picture before crawling around on the floor didn't want to live no more Shelly called the police they were knocking at door too late I'm trying to get to heavens gate to live is to fight I cry every night no lie if you don't like your life you can take flight don't know where you'd land no doubt you'll find out in the end people tend not to believe what they don't understand I'm still venting about all past lives and reinventing every night I commit suicide with a pen in hand. turning font red for the number of times I've bled penetrating deeply tasting my tears coz their salty covers over my face coz they saw me bout to cut my wrist at the ripe age of seven I wanted to walk around heaven I wanted the right to choose too many rules vacation bible school potato chips hot dog lukewarm red kool aid it just wasn't cool " do you know why Jesus took those nails do you want to go to hell don't you want to live to have some kids" "well if I did I would've slit my wrist" B*tch I'm only 12 I seen to much sh*t grampus a goat I think Grammies a witch. mama shouts and speaks in tongue I knew she worshiped Satan though I was young she trying to keep her man with the bible in her hand. knife under my pillow hid the gun ready for war if they come I scribe how I cook a whole lot of seasoning still here must be for some kind of reasoning bearing my soul so my soul won't be lost folks are bold been told to sale my soul been to the crossroad when I felt like giving up and did not give a f*ck but for what everything has a cost the price wasn't high enough as if I have not cried enough it's getting late for me honestly I don't care about politics and idiotic chaotic Trump logic it's enogh on my plate and I ain't ate like I say it's getting late but not late enough so I'm up writing stuff like I don't want to lose my mama but if I out live her I will if so truthfully I don't know what I'd do I used to scream I hate you but I love you I never could open up to her to express myself but I know she'll be the last one to go without a will and l will be left with nothing sep't how I feel publicly published on Poetry Vibe you can think I'm just a wasting time but it keeps me alive so I can avoid being hauled off to homicide go ahead and laugh this is my GOTDAMN! story and it ain't even half. my soul susceptible I give it away for free no fee everything must go so I'll be sitting on empty when I go

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

Now I See It

I'm glad about a lot of things but for the most part I'm glad the lights are still on I know what it's like to sit in the dark for days waiting for Center Point Energy to come through like the mailman on the first of the month electricity is a necessity especially when it's 110 degrees can't turn on the AC cause it run on electricity all the ice cream is melting in the deep freeze the seemingly quiet cozy community is turning into a hostile environment I'm behind the scene loading a shotgun preparing for home defense in the yard eyes on the fence open the gate and get blowed away it's sounds a bit extreme it's not a dream but has been seen on a movie screen these experiences are predictively expected to become reality probably sooner than expected it's been tested don't know if we passed it we still here so I guess we did yet those who left we're often told their in a better place than we are I pray my mother prays more than me I meditate more than she does though she tried to m...

In It's Entirety

the messenger is often the first recipient of the message to be delivered then the messenger forwards the message in order to spread the content received if you're the first receiver of the message then the message is for you to first apply to your life then proceed with caution delivering to others

A Flicker

if I stop to give you a light what you gone do with the flame I don't want to be responsible for the fires you set along the way I don't want to be the cause of all the smoke I don't want to look back to see the past erased

In A Different Light

doing it in plain sight translates to we playing in your face while you look the other way got you running in place complaining about the race feeding you poison got you used to the taste got you moving forward in darkness while we push back the rays back in the day lyrics were on a metaphysical mission packed with powerful messages with the potential to cure a medical condition did we listen did we get the message did we pay attention to the Fifth Dimensions who told us "When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars" did we listen did we get the medicine did we pay attention to the Three Elements who told us to "keep our head in Faith's atmosphere" a mind stimulated time not a trend that tickles the ear those lyrics were meant to liberate heart soul mind and body not get us hooked on mind controlling catchy demonic rhyme scheme that lead to crime scenes gone are the times still we the people are...

Laughing It Off

if you been trying to catch up to me you gone have to think outside the box I ain't been in the box since I been in a playpen since I left the crib since I been in a bib I think you get the just of it now here's the rest of it I hit the ground running since I jumped off the roof still got scars to prove I flew off the top of the dome been locked up every since gone need to call a locksmith to pick all the wicks spit liquid hotter than fried catfish grease quick witted like a side of quick grits you'll probably find me like Waldo in the thick of it somewhere in the mix don't try to make sense of it it's not meant to boggle the mind but it might toggle the brain a tad bit tapping into what just happened a minute ago amidst a hour of flow don't go to sleep you'll miss the show waken by the applause while the credits roll ask me what happened I don't know what to tell you other than wait for the review

A Part

you fall in the hands of who you trust you trust them to hold you up and not let you down then you get up off the ground visibly shaken hurt from the trust taken

Lingering

one cold wet rainy day a beautiful stranger ran up under a open umbrella I was holding over my head she walked with me half the way when we reached her destination she ran away I walked the rest of the way alone I felt she was the one

What This Time

breaking news don't shatter me it's click bait like the search for BIGFOOT and Loch Ness still no sign of a giant sea creature or a throwing tree mammoth in the woods the world is Hollywood where would something that enormous hide in plain sight discernment is a built in lie detector the enlightenment is a film projector traveled too far to be under pressure if the traffic too heavy take the road less traveled I see scams all the time it cost too much to lose a dime and even more to lose one's mind

A Different Type Of Intensity

waking up is hard to do staying awake is the worse part one opens one's eyes to realize one's on the planet of lies where truth is not told it sounds mentally disturbing but it's all under control "it's all under control" one learns life and death is in the power of one's tongue one must be careful not to speak ill will good morning sounds good but good mourning doesn't pronunciation doesn't differ how do we trust when our words are formed against us "formed against us" all one got is one's name and the power to control the meaning of the word one opens one's eyes to realize it's all a game not a fun game a sick game twisted demented one tomorrow is not and time never passes it just is "it just is" who is the one where is the one who seen the one "the one" who is the one amongst us who gone be brave enough to step up and change the world's dirty diaper who gone put they hands in that load of sh*t it ain't a wipe big enough for all the mess coming out that a** it stinks to be awake...

I Had To Be

I got in my way thinking I knew the way I couldn't get pass myself I couldn't get through thinking I knew where to go and how to get there I got lost on way going somewhere I don't recall falling to sleep I remember waking up to the sound of a voice asking me "why are you here" a question that echoed though me "why am I here"