I ONCE HAD | A WRITING PAD | NAMED MAXI
WHERE I'D BLEED MY CREEDS
AND WOULD ATTACK MY BAD GENES
BUT IT TURNED INTO SAD SCENES
AND I GUESS THAT MEANS
THAT THE DEMONS WITHIN
HAD A BIT MORE THAN CAFFEINE
BUT THE PATH OF WRATH
TURNED ME INTO A RAP FIEND
AND I GUESS THAT MEANS
IT WAS A BAD DREAM
DRENCHED IN SAD SCENES
SO I BIT MORE, THAN WHAT I COULD CHEW
AND CREATED ART FROM A BROKEN HEART
'CAUSE, THAT'S ALL I COULD DO
NOW YOU MUST CHECK THE RHETORIC
OF THIS VETERAN | WITH REFERENCES
THIS RHYME IS DESIGNED | AS THE SKELETON
OF A FUTURISTIC BEDOUIN | WITHOUT 'A BED TO WIN'
WITH AN INSANELY PRECISE REGIMEN
COLLAPSING SYNAPSES | WITH ADRENALINE
HENCE, I WAS ONCE SUNBURNT AND SUBMERGED
FEELING IMMERSED IN DIRT AND HURT
BUT NOW THE GREATEST SPECIMEN | THE BEST OF MEN
BECAUSE I CONTINUOUSLY FIGHT SATAN
THE MOST POPULAR PATRON | FOREVER HATING
EVERY EQUATION | MY SPIRIT WAS HEAVY LADEN
UNTIL I WOULD SEEK AND REACH 'THE OASIS'
THE PLACE OF MANY FACES
IN WHICH GOD WAS AMAZINGLY GRACIOUS
AND GAVE ME THE BASIS
TO BECOME THE MARVELOUS MAGE
HIGHLY SAGACIOUS | YET AUDACIOUS
IN BUILDING MY CRAFT
TO EDUCATE, EMPOWER AND ENLIGHTEN
NEVER TO FRIGHTEN OR TO MAKE YOU LAUGH
I'M DEFT AND ADEPT, NOT DAFT
AND AT ONE TIME I WAS LESS PATIENT
DROWNING IN VEXATION IN MY SPACE STATION
UNTIL I GOT OUT AT | THE NEXT HEXED NATION
IT WAS LESS CROWDED | AND LESS SPACIOUS
PEACE! MY CHEST CRAVES IT
AND THOUGH FOES OPPOSE | AND TRY TO DETAIN US
I SEEK TO ENTERTAIN US | AND BE GODLY LIKE JANUS
SO I'M WILDLY ADVANTAGEOUS
IN MY MULTIPLES PAGES
KNOWING THAT THE HEAVENLY ABODE AWAITS US
AND KNOWING VERY WELL WHERE HE PLACED US
SO IN YESHUA, I PLACE TRUST!
Sktzo
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mlowe5 says: WOW! Love the pounding rhythmic flow of this seeming growth and development towards onement of self in poetic mission purpose. Continue to fight, write, and share the births from your pregnant poetic cistern of created mind. Trust on! Thanks for this awesome share, Sktzo. Peace and Love. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Sktzo
ADONAII NOW ABIDE IN THE WORDS OF ADONAI I KNEW I HAD TO DIE BECAUSE I HAVE TO FLY BECAUSE I WAS TRULY UNRULY A MAN OF SUCH DEFIANCY USED TO SPEW DEFIANTLY NEVER SEEN AS RIGHTEOUSLY YET NOW A GUY WITH NO GUISE THERE'S NO DISGUISE OF COMPLIANCY SATAN TRIED TO HAVE ME BRIBED BUT I HAD THEN CRIED PRIVATELY ONCE A FULLY ALIVE VIBRANT BEAST THAT TRIED TO TOUCH THE SKY VIBRANTLY I RELIED ON 'I', WHOM I THOUGHT WAS SUPPLYING ME KNOWING MY FLOWS WERE OPPOSED I SUPPOSED THAT FOES IMPOSED THEIR ANXIETY, UPON MY PSYCHIATRY SO I CRIED, AND RELIED ON ADONAI QUIETLY MAKING ME A GUY OF SOCIETAL SOBRIETY WITH SKILLS OF VAST VARIETY I AMASSED A NOTORIETY AS I TOOK A GIANT LEAP, VIABLY CHOSE PROSE TO BEST EXPOSE MY SOULS PIETY AND NOW PART OF GODS HEART ... |
APD TO FREEDOMI ONCE HAD | A WRITING PAD | NAMED MAXI |
EVANGELVOLCANIC SEMANTICS | VIA STRETCHED SYLLABICS |
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F®€€DOM (revised)I'm here to say hi again My name is Leviathan A supposed wily childish rifleman Sipping on liquid nitrogen While chewing Flintstone Vitamins Abhorring yet storing my glycogen Here I describe my life again I'm like a mime in a rhyme best defined Sort of like a pathogenic pyrogen I will never cry again Frozen prosaic highly mosaic 'time of sin'
Like stained glass I'm a pained ass I drive my 'thought of train' fast My strains vast My pain was raised from the ash Wait, how could we debate the past About my mental state? Its an exponentially influential fate Thus a simple diatribe I culminate when I fulminate As an architect I build and create the 'Art of Wreck' Not impetuously reckless, as I erect this I p... |
Sanity from RealitySanity from Reality I would like to burst a verse To converse in a didactic colloquy There are many religious prophecies That speak of an end of days apostasy Whichever god is real or believed in Whether 'One Being' Or alien gods with no apostrophe Many ancient scriptures Speak with authority solemnly Yet incredibly oddly When I read, I hear the written words In my mind quite audibly Sometimes fully grasped and captured Intellectually raptured out of my physical bodily All that I study or read were seeds planted In my minds garden for a harvest of botany I consciously try to remain fervent in personality constancy Because I recognize my flaws And leave nail marks on floors constantly I have introduced the world Even seduced it with my multiple personality colony To some it is viewed as a comedy Yet to a select few known commonly Those characters have helped me survive And remain alive to speak honestly And although I honestly Speak truth and h... |