The Immortal Wize

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what we have in common is pain infected love in our sick, twisted unhealthy blood streams running through our veins if this is true pain is why I'm connected to you and you invade my dreams

I'm hood you,re hood the love we recieved was never no good straight from the gutta I love you with a stutta pushing and shoving eachother

I wash and wax my car you scratch it up I'm scarred it's tit for tat breaking my windows with a alluminum bat you're paining me and I'm paining you my pain is all I have to give to you

I cry you cry till we're drained through the love I give is hard to do clogging my art-eries turning my veins blue I can't flow nothing's getting through

you're wounding me I'm wounding you too many blank pages I bleed black and blue no one knows how bad I hurt inside cause I keep my eye shut for my tears to hide

you not trusting me I put no trust in you, too many times falling away from you
knowing it's not healthy for me to be all wrapped up in you

smothered till my lips turn blue brain dead with no oxygen still we're not through we go around again passing the same signs again from one back to two I can't flow with you I can't live without you

I can't let go from holding on too tight to you how do I let go from all I know or ever tried too

too many knots I'm tied to you pick up the knife cut me loose I give up I call a truce you got my head spinning I'm nauseous the sign ahead reads be cautious

my comfort zone is you I have nothing to stand on to reach for somthing new
how do I become alone again how do I close the door hear you knocking and not let you in again

you telling me how much you were missing me and me wanting to be missed by you but I won't die for you I'm not willing to bow down to you I don't love you enough to worship you

telling me you love me I know it's a lie but I can't stop myself from believing the same shyt I say to you why I keep running back to you I have no clue I ask my lord to forgive me for what I do tryin to find a place in your heart again and a place in mine for you

the truth is I'm costipated blocked up in need of relief I'm contemplating releasing you bringing it to a close again watching another rose die again the petals fall and drie again taking it on the chin

hearing you cry again my heart screaming why again you saying "I'm sorry I won't do it again what you did I'm not rememberin now we 're back to start again to mend and tare my heart again

I see me clearly back in your eyes again I see you too and I pull you into my arms again if it is a sin to look back then I guess I'll turn to a block of salt again

pressured till my blood runs thin again about to burst again fishing through blood puddles picking up pieces to my heart again

this is no story book romance, this is no romancin this is no fairy tale
turn off the music stop dancin

this is no happily ever after if I fell like Jack, like Jill you won't come tumblin after now we're back to the end again fussin, fightin and arguin I'm yellin your screamin what is this spirit what is this demon I feel like I'm on fire can you hear me screamin

pulled apart again why did we ever start again I'm weak with so much pain in my heart again forgetting how bad it was and why it had to end wanting you back again

my issue is abandonment feeling like a child being left alone again fending on my own again to not be loved, wanted or needed again never to be kissed or missed again

you put up a fight I drop my guards and let you win If we continue, this war between us will never end

all that is gained is lost again holding my mangled heart in my hands again
cuffed in the back seat again you cryin wolf again I'm I cry innocent but who's listenin

why did I let you back in agian telling lies that I gave you a backhand again on you I never laid a hand is it a sin to try to stop you from breaking my heart again you're spiteful and malicious this cycle is vicious

around and aroud we go like dirty laundry from the washer to the dryer again
cloggin my flow again holding on to you I have no free hand to hold a pen

the beating of your heart wakes me up out of my sleep one eye open one closed I trust nothing I have to peep

you're disturbing me calling me closer to you torturing me like my enemy
I wanna plunge a dagger through your chest to get a peaceful rest

what made me this way was it my father who ran away was it my unaffectionate mother who pushed my hugs and kisses away

why do I feel love this way holding on while pushing and pulling away
I can't see it any other way the closer I get the more I run away

delivered from the woumb I felt pain feet first ready to run from my journey just begun through the rain

how far I've come in my hand I hold this gun pointed in your direction your day is done no one wins stopping your love for me, slaying my enemy from killing me I wanna live I wanna breathe again

father please forgive me for my sin fore what thou shalt not do, I have done again

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		love_supreme says: "no one wins stopping your love for me, slaying my enemy from killing me I wanna live I wanna breathe again" - This is a very powerful write. poems by this commentor love poems for a black king Wounded You should see...

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

Green Screen

if it cannot be touched it cannot be held if it cannot be held it is not capable of being handled if it cannot be handled it is not tangible perceptible ponderable nor sensible if it is not material it is not visible it must be solid it must be concrete to be noticable otherwise it is not substantial real actual nor physical believing something without proof or substantial evidence is credulous belief the stage is set for audience's who are ripe for the picking born yesterday green as grass easily taken in by the performance

I Knead To Know

the price of bread got me blown a month old loaf got me baffled wondering where's the mold

Bountiful

as November approaches the day we say happy Thanksgiving is upon us we've been told the tale heard several stories about what the day is about most of us look forward to all the food we should always be thankful for having plenty of food how can we survive without it but when you really think about it a whole family gathered together should be thankful for having each other

Edit

it's hard not to miss back in the day if you were there you would know what I mean when I say it's too much different now than it was then you could fight sustain bumps bruises lacerations busted lip bloody nose go home clean up and heal "you could go home" not get killed scooped up by the corenor and taken to the mourg think of the countless souls that would still be here if they only had a chance to go home instead of ending up in a funeral home if we go back let's go back to that the time we lived to see tomorrow

Roundabout

getting over it is right round the corner careful not to take the wrong turn make the wrong move get lost on the path going through the pass drift off swerve into the past bump into who I once knew stutter to utter the words "what's new" attempting to remove enough tension out the way to escape further uncomfortable conversation

Dip Out

dipped a whole chip in the thick dip came up with half of a chip the other half still in the dip solution thin the dip or thicker chip a stab in the dark unforeseen situation hiding behind the door on the second floor same old thing same old stuff same old month old bread no mold to indicate it's too old to consume poisons not a placebo a diet of speculation is lack of education hear say is unhealthy for the well being stand clear

A While Back

clock on the wall can you tell me how much time I got of course not don't want to be late need to be on time travel back a few steps erase and add a few lines then todo that often sometimes my new moto is no love no love it's a non lethal intentional subliminal like what the law is to a criminal slowing down in the middle of a rush to figure out which way to go freestyle awhile then continue to flow umpteen watches in my possession a collection of time I can't keep looking out the window at the same tree wondering if the tree see me staring into space the look on face says it all don't have to open my mouth to explain the telepathic thought sounds like a plain in flight reaching great height

Kaboom

if I fold a sheet of paper into a sharp point and poke someone's eye out the point is defining things limits it's use and ability

Blur

it's never about what it's about it's always about what it's about

I Don't Want To Talk About It

there's some things we don't want to talk about and we don't want to hear about my friend had a lump on the neck for quite some time I wanted my friend to go to the doctor to get it looked at but my friend was too afraid to in time I convinced my friend to go get it looked at when my friend returned I asked my friend what did the doctor say about the lump my friend said "I Don't Want To Talk About It" I settled for the answer I knew it was cancer and I didn't want to hear about it