The Immortal Wize

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I didn't get lost because I didn't
know the righteous way to go
I got lost because I went with
the flow ending up on the right
road leading to new adventures
and avenues not one step do I regret
even stepping in a pile of mess
I've had tattered rags I've had
the best every lesson I learned
I mastered no one can accuse
me of being a thief I never took
from anyone I am not a stowaway
I pay my way no matter the fare
I been told I'm going to hell
so many times its only a line to
cross I've been to a war torn
country seen things that
should have caused me to
scream told myself its just
dream just stay sleep
every where I've gone I
ran away from feeling like
home was running from me
I got so many patches to quilt
so I taught my offspring
how to sew and how to sow
so they'll have something
to hold on to when I let go

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

Concoct

they told us what happened they showed us what happened now their trying to convince us it happened the current event is not new development the evidence is irrelevant ain't nothing to see here but the elephant

Broken People Do Great Things (142025)

The "broken crayon theory" is a metaphor that unlocks and opens a door to many more a broken hammer can still drive a nail a suitcase with a broken handle can still be carried a broken heart still beats like a drum a broken pencil still can be sharpened like a broken crayon still colors there's no deeper place than a wounded place where scars are born and cannot be erased like the tears we wipe away so we can say "I'm not crying" but sometimes the tracks give us away functioning through dysfunction is everyday life for some more than likely for most one can be split into pieces but still manage to exist applied pressure is what breaks us it's the SNAP! that wakes us UP!

That Away (142025)

sometimes I feel as though I'm heading in the wrong direction I could turn around but curious about where it will lead me when I get there I find out I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, going the wrong way to get there is what lead me here it feel that way sometime

The Third Stage (142025)

in nineteen eighty, twenty twenty five seemed to be far away now that I've arrived it seems like it didn't take that long or did I unintentionally doze off during the ride

The Devil Is A Couch Potato (142025)

we gotta stop blaming the devil for everything "the devil is not busy" I know the devil personally and the devil is a lazy bum the only one's working is the minions the devil got millions but ain't got dominion the church would disagree with me and I have no inkling why that would be religious belief is only an opinion regardless of what we believe we gotta stop giving credit and energy to the enemy okay let's say the trick is to not believe it exists to believe or not to believe what is the difference if we all going to hell in a hand basket who's the carrier service

High Beams

I can't see across the street I can't see the tree in front of me on the inside looking outside something falling from the sky it looks like rain but it ain't I hear roaring thunder but I can't see lightening strike no stars no moon tonight can't help but feel the cover up is real in a realm of illusion can't jump to conclusions cancel the resolution time to work be on high alert can't believe it all hard to conceive it all happening all at once how can one not be confused can't trust all the news hands up if you got the blues just because there's no particular reason one can think of because the evidence isn't strong enough to convince us regardless of the sacrifice this world still want our blood

We'll See

who knows when no one's talking about what needs to be known who knows when no one knows what's going on except the ones who know who told no one about the secret kept hidden and swept underneath the throw rug covering up the hole leading to who knows what how and where

How It Is

we can change who we are and become who we are to become but we cannot change where we come from we can go back to where we come from but no matter how different it became our thoughts of how it was never change

Moving Forward 0112025

we come to pass not be stuck in the past though the past is the key to the future how do we use the key to become eternally free

A Driving Force

I rung the bell the stop light came on I guess the driver didn't hear driver let me off right here something's going on in the atmosphere I can't get online I keep trying to make a call the phone keep dying I got a funny feeling these are serious times sent umpteen messages no replies too scared to watch can't close my eyes driver let me off I'm petrified please let me off for the thousand time I swear I'm about to lose my mind it's something in the air people looking at me strange it ain't got wings it ain't no plane no matter how much I complain no matter how I try to explain the driver won't stop this thing trapped inside no way to escape surrounded by villains ain't got no cape missed the stop the driver made me late trying to explain it to my mate is like apologizing for a making a mistake it's not my fault I rung the bell in enough time to get off I'm not the blame it's the drivers fault I'm in this mess and can't get out no matter what I say the alibi sounds like a lie I t...