The Immortal Wize

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The Taste Of Gin

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I recollect I recall the number to dial the name of the street the color of the house the number on the door the sound of the bell the high pitch sound of the creak in the floor that could not possibly be ignored the caterwaul sounds of quarreling mixed with cackling sounds of laughter the smell of cigars and cigarettes the vapor of rotgut liquor silhouettes of melanin murals knocking pictures off the wall shadows of figurines it's not a dream I recall these things actually happening like a stone crashing through a plate of glass shattering and shacking the sleep awake something hidden was taking place I dare not say a word of the secret recording embedded in my ability to remember the face in a laminated black and white photograph pressed in a old photo album I tried to destroy the film but it's indestructible it won't die it's too real to kill not even a pill is strong enough to stop the nerve from waking up nor potent enough to put it back to sleep it's like a scab if it's picked it's gone bleed like a bloody nose ever time I tell the inner me "don't pick at it" the inner me ignores the command it acts like it don't understand it keeps removing the scab

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		Newpanther says: poetry at it's hardest... and finest... poems by this commentor Apocalypse... Trust Not In Man LEFT IT ON THE NIGHT STAND
		mlowe5 says: Figurines can be deceiving. The keloid scab is a keloid memory. Thanks, Poet Wize for this thought-provoking share. Peace and Love. poems by this commentor inking hush away Green Grass Good Morning Soul...

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"