The Immortal Wize

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I climbed the highest peek with no shoes on my feet to ask God

if it was a sin to be tired of being good

making it perfectly understood that I'm tired of being good

I don't want to be bad but I'm tired of being good

my life depresses me I wanna see my people free

from inflicted poverty and the bondage of slavery

being nailed to the cross from so far I've carried

the watcher's watching over me while death hovers over me

don't feel sorry for me I throw a party for my own pity

my eyes see ugly I'm blind to pretty

I reside in a nasty BIOHAZARD city

heaven is what I want to see, heaven is where I wanna be

knowing that hell has a welcome mat laid out for me

this season God looked away from me

leaving me to my own devices, trials, tribulations and crisis

burning through me like I'm made of wood melting me like wax

I'm making it understood I don't want to be bad

I'm just tired of being good

the weight I carry why I want to be burned not buried

I'm going crazy losing my mind started back drinking to unwind

what's inside of me is killing me trying to get out of me

the devil telling me to kill my enemies

too many voices inside of me revenge they wanna see

like a junkie trying to be free rejected by my sanity

rewriting the script my parent handed me

born a infant dope fiend my fight to be sober and clean

I wake up and I scream they ask me did I have a dream

like I'm Martin Luther King I've been to the mountain top

we still not free so I won't stop till the casket drop

like a crack baby heroin seman made me

my father never called me his daughter

my grandfather who was a 33rd degree mason made me smarter

before he died he declared that I would die a martyr

stabbed my father with a steak knife twice before he died

the blade didn't kill him from his sickness he died

nobodies safe when I ride they know who they are that's why they hide

from what pained me the streets claimed me

the hood put a crown on my head and reigned me

I write down my dispair who reads it, I don't care I just put it in the air

I need a hug from my affectionate mother

I built a wall between us so we don't speak to each other

my screams are ignored by my sisters and brothers

strangers reach out to me from a far they want to comfort me

I can't feel when some one touches me

I can only feel the pain inside of me

those I love die on me I don't trust those around me

I sleep with a 22 over and under beside me

I want to be left alone but need some company

I'm about to be 47 and don't remember being 11

those who know me call me Seven respectfully

I'm waiting for Gods answer on my journey back to heaven

this write took no thought it came from the heart

standing on the highest peak waiting for God to speak

with the devil I strive 4 decades alive 3 more years for 5

some look others see why did Eve touch that tree?

so much pain I pray for rain tryin not to go ballistic

born a suspect but not a statistic sick and twisted

these roads I travel I choose unlike Einstein I can tie my own shoes

does that make me a genius it's a thin line between us

I walk it like a tight rope no balance beam no net below

I try not to fall I try to cope one day old I cried for dope

I can't swallow the 50 pills perscribed to me in a bottle

I don't know what's going to feel this hollow

I admit that I'm a suicidal coward

I wish I could burn my uncle Howard

where I lay my head is my home where I let my pen roam

I'm gone do what my sister told me to do

I'm gone kickand I'm gone chew and blow bubbles too

when I feel the pain I'll just ask God to send the rain time to cut the cake

I wont complain blow out the candles and make a wish

counting down the days, hours,minutes and seconds to happy birthday

if you read between the lines you could see

that day was not happy for me it was a day unhappily

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

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

The Ripple (Repost)

trying hard is not trying hard enough enough we have to put faith in the sun that it will shine again even when the sky is gray everything around us falls apart as long as our heart is beating we're not defeated nor are we destroyed something goes wrong we must be strong it won't be long hold on here we go back to the dome in some form or another if you're with someone then you got each other if we build our foundation strong enough to float how can we go under let lightening strike we're made of thunder take a sip from the power within put the cup down raise the pen we write to win this is a conquest not a contest a inkwell of consciousness

Nov 5

my distaste for voting season is people act like their talking to children telling them don't forget to brush their teeth asking them did they wash their hands telling them what they should do what they need to do what they have to do people act like they get paid to remind grown folk to vote who's going to know you did if they didn't see you do it