don't make me feel special then use me for my special abilities then leave me in my humility don't use me for my light then leave me in the dark don't stroke and feed my ego then leave me touch starved don't give me a key to your hear then kick me out when ever you want don't play with my emotions then act like you didn't touch my toys don't steal my heart then act like you didn't take my stuff don't crawl in my bed then act like you didn't sleep with me don't give me space in your mind make me feel at home then forget I'm there don't hurt me then act like I don't feel pain don't reach out to me when you want to feel then when I reach out to you you're out of touch with how I feel don't come around when you want something from me then act like I didn't give you nothing don't lead me into the woods then leave me in the forest alone don't give me the world then block out the sun don't put me on a pedestal then knock the legs out from under me don't kick me when I'm down then act like you're not wearing shoes don't act like you been looking for me when you know where I can be found don't make condescending remarks then act like you didn't patronize me don't tell me one thing then do another don't lie to me then lie on me then act like you don't lie don't use me for your benefit then leave me in need of help don't only think of me on two occasions like Christmas and Thanks giving act like you miss me then act like I don't exist when the season ends now you know what not to do to me therefore you know what I need from you just be true to me then in return I'll reciprocate the same feeling back to you
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Yes Sir! "don't take my heart and turn it inside-out and give it back to me..." Enjoyed this pounding rhythmic write. Your unique artistic style, Poet Wize, continues to amaze me. Peace and Love. |
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Blood In The Planlife in the project growing up too fast rushing the process mom on poison dad in prison outside the set opposition no bread no milk no butter no eggs in the kitchen roaches in the sink with the dishes love loss best friend dead broken pieces shards of thoughts cut deep noise in the hall black mold behind the wall sleeping on a dirty spread weeping words on a rap pad freedom of speech on a rap beat dreams of being hood rich wake up in a rap beef signature on a contract name on a wrap sheet trying to compete out the mud in the dirt bathing in blood on concrete hard to get out the stains spots on the brain street life hard to wean the fame feelings on opioids to cope with the pain eyes of flame heartbeat on lean crime on the rise bells chime clockd strike murder time life in chain life on trial judge shouts "LIFE" then smiled back to the cell sit in jail living in hell it's a weeping shame but who gone cry for the child in the d*ck in the bootie house screaming "LET ME OIT" |
Wrote A Poem About It (Repost)In every blessing there’s a lesson to learn If there’s truly a hell, chances are I might burn Like an oracle my speech is rhetorical Too sharp to be blunt I like to shock Just to see the reactions old enough To be old fashion fought a lot of wars Seen a lot of action been a victim of A fatal attraction buried a lot of friends Bodied a few foes dreaded up my fro Silver follicles blue jeans distressed Sometimes looking a mess how I feel Is how I dress once had a page on Black Planet admins tore it up coz They couldn’t stand to see my numbers up subject on injustice and this world being corrupt talking about some stuff somebody wanted me to shut up had a huge following with massive hits still got it but had to vibe a little differently witted |
I Scribeeverywhere I gone everywhere I been everything I done everything I seen everything I learn everything I said everything I heard everything I felt everyone I knew down to everyone I know I can explain it all I demonstrate I illustrate cinematically metaphorically figuratively speaking I am unapologetic poetic I can show what I mean I poem I scribe |
Good Nighttime to ramp it up if you had enough I wish luck if luck is enough to hold you up a diamond in the rough state of mind won't give up untill it shine patience wait until it's time waste the champaign pour the wine ease dropping on the green line heard it through the grapevine some one told me one time wearing a watch but couldn't tell time approaching the next station but couldn't decide to get off or stay inside to enjoy the ride I jumped off when I seen the sign in the dark I'm a Leo blame the lion not the pride the husband not the bride if the role was ever applied brain split down the the middle two different states of mind trying to stay balance to keep from falling off the middle is a challenge willing to take a misstep to correct a mistake I make the comeback is like surviving a heart attack a near death experience is close but not quite the ghost |
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The Power Pain Madethe poet wants to be heard the poet wants to be felt the poet wants the word to resinate and synchronize with thought the poet wants to spark ideas the poet wants to make flames the poet wants to start a fire the poet desire is to touch every thing leaving prints behind to be found the poet is bound to be that profound |