The Immortal Wize

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Wrote about it/ wanted you to read it/ you died before I could complete it
Stand clear/the doors are now closing/ slammed in my face/ no closure
You feared it/ wouldnâ€™t hear it/ Grab the Vicks/ rub your chest
Loosen up/ the congest/ this is only a test/ Hit with my right/ write with my left

Canâ€™t stand no more/bare feet/ touching floor/ evil lurking behind my door
Trapped in a jar/ take off the lid/ just want to be a Toys R US kid
From diapers/ to a Covenant house kid/ Roaches lived/ better than I did
Ate off of a trash can lid/ too proud/ to face my shame

From a little lamb/ to a black sheep/ I became/ your heart filled with malice/ cold black & callous
Turned over tables/ at the service/ you didnâ€™t deserve this/ send off with a kiss
Somethingâ€™s rotten/reeks, & stinks/ Flowers wonâ€™t cover this stench
Spread the ashes/ in a land field/ of crack pipes and baby wipes

Scarred for life/ not from a knife/ the blade of life/ cut like a rewrite
You need to hear this /Gabriele come carry this/ youâ€™re free not me/gone to this
I still live with this/ out of respect I call you Miss/ Nothing left to me but reminisce
Bus stations park benches/ locked behind fences/ 5am rolled up my bed/cold coffee toasted stale

Bread/ by the grace of God Iâ€™m still here/ not dead
I dreamed you were crossing over/ passed by Smiling & waving/ driving a Chevy Nova
I prayed St. Peter hold you at the gate till I get there/you donâ€™t need to walk streets paved in gold
You left me on the streets in the cold/ at 12 years old / donâ€™t know what Iâ€™m holding/ donâ€™t tell me to let it go

Only God knows what I know/ Only God knows why I flow/ my story too deep Iâ€™ll tell it till I sleep
Donâ€™t cry for me/ save your tears for Haiti/ Pain is what made me/ Only God can save me/ but will he?
I live and breathe broken hearted/ clutching this letter addressed dearly departed
Back tracking when it started/ Left holding a serpent and a stone/ whatâ€™s that? / Itâ€™s like a dog without a bone

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		catmartan says: write on!!!! poems by this commentor Rainy Days Hard knocks LYFE

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

In Depth

poetry is improvised it suffers in silence competing with the evolution of expression attempting to unalive it can we revive it when it's obvious its losing popularity and becoming less appealing am I reaching too far to bring back the feeling how do we cope with the decline it's simple we write more poetry problem solved

No Thanks

if I can't come over for tacos on Tuesday don't bother inviting over on Thursday for turkey

Thrust Upon A Time

she's wicked he's evil people melting over blue and red meanwhile pink and green seep between cracks in the script

Here We Go Again

the water is getting deeper waves are getting higher earth is on a warpath wind is calm for now I hear there will be fire next time but what about this time if you were given a chance for one last dance would you take it or stand with your back against the wall watching everyone else have a ball while Babylon fall the last hurrah then "Hip Hip Hurray" do not fear be not afraid at the close of the day night gone fall on us all while waiting for the electricity to come back on making a promise is not the same as making a point the drift been gotten prior to what's been done, before is a current past event

Spirals Of Smoke

be informed to get in formation currently the new currency is information be not uninformed action is required activate desire it ain't over until the unsung sing It's Done do not retire there will always be fire to start new beginnings it doesn't matter who's winning we will win win and win again it is written

All Points

when you stuck you believe in something you can't get out of when you blocked you believe you can't get ahead because something is in the way when you flow you believe you unstoppable when you open you believe you walking around without clothes when you can't let go you believe you can't let go what we believe got us under control when you believe you can fly levitation is no longer impossible to achieve

No Two Ways About It

there's a old say that goes you have to laugh to keep from crying I get it I'm laughing but not cause I want to cry for any particular reason you know that idiom it never fails it means it happens every time once we recognize we're out of our league it's wise to pursue a league of our own I'm smiling I have something to smile about that don't have nothing to do with what's going on in the world something I can't do nothing about on that note "Uh Oh" is an expression of alarm dismay and means it's too late "it's about to go down"

Enthrall (Repost)

got these broken wings I don't know why I never could fly I never wished for such a thing so many others dream so many others sing I wish and I wish on other things like we all, wakeup at the same time How bout that? we can all celebrate you...know have a good time fun, without, someone getting beside themselves pulling out a gun killing another mothers son or someone's baby girl, we'll just sit around talking about what we're going to do with all the wealth sadly the mule has died of natural causes but, there's plenty of acres and homes to be had now if I could just, find that genie, I got a few more to settle the score

It Gets Messy

waiting for something I want hope and wish to happen is like watching a mouse hole real close while holding a bat

On The Heels Of The Sun

a Butterfly abandons her egg her offspring is left behind without a mother to cling to some would think doomed from the start giving into our circumstance is refusal to change everyone gets a chance a Caterpillar cannot transform into a Butterfly if it die before its/it's time the light is often taken off the Caterpillar and shown on the Butterfly the mother of a Caterpillar is a Butterfly she gives birth to the one who is destined to transform she's the one who gives birth to change the Caterpillar is one who comes out the dark into the light where one come from does not determine where one will end up