The Immortal Wize

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Time to get out
Iâ€™m in too deep

I hear footsteps in my sleep
I roll out the bed light on my feet
Throughout my dwelling place I creep
I know somebodyâ€™s watching me

Are they peeking through my window ?
Are they on my rooftop?
Are they hiding in a tree?
Are they inside of my TV?

How many pictures have been taken of me that I did not pose for?
How many sets of keys have been made to my door?

The phone number given to me
who had it before?

Why is it unsettling when someone knocks on my door?

â¿¿Iâ¿¿M DISTURBEDâ¿

Babies today are no longer born with their fist clutched tight
Their too lax they did not come for the struggle they came for the night

They did not come for the fight
Video games are more inviting

They rebel against reading and writing
Generation X came to X us out

They came to declare that we know not what we talk about
Most think they just evolved

Many canâ€™t comprehend an unseen GOD
They move like programmed robots
They act strange and odd

These are not bad kids
Just a bunch of dead heads

My niece claims to be an Emo a group of kids lost
With nowhere to go

She looks more like Elmo in a puppet show

Beetle juice â€œLET MY PEOPLE GOâ€

She laughs and cries a lot there is no in between

I have tried to tell her that I feel her pain
But she wonâ€™t let me into her twisted brain

just kids who know not what they do

Unaware that life has a foot and wears a big shoe
Sheâ€™s entertained by those who squeal like pigs

Her favorite song is pain by THREE DAYS GRACE

That causes one to feel pain, agony and sorrow
And other dark emotional feelings

If you ask me these kids done flipped their wigs
A parentless generation of depressed adolescents

She dresses in black her hair looks shellacked
She looks like a junkie with a monkey on her back

Her arms look like she was scratched by a cat
but she doesnâ€™t have a cat

Her conversation is strange

She likes being alone

Her room is her thunder dome

She tells me that she does not care about nothing

I tell her that her movement result to nothing
There is no cause to believe as she does

Bottled up inside and contemplating suicide

The truth is this girl is not crazy
Just misinformed and lazy

Glued to her PC playing Sims 3
She believes that if she slits her wrist or ODâ€™s
That she will be free if she no longer breathes

Out of captivity where will we go
If our Moses is emotional ?

â€œSHES JUST GOING THROUGH A PHASEâ€
Parents in a daze

Just a teen whoâ€™s trying to cope

I can only hope I donâ€™t find her hanging from ROPE

Did not he warn us and tell us so?

2009 Â© WIZE DOM
2008 Â© WIZE DOM

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		TINY says: I was once your niece in many different forms so this poem i can honestly relate to in more way than 1. this piece does speak the truth. poems by this commentor i wouldnt hurt you RANTS: Dont kill my vibe The Fight

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

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

Hush It Up (Repost)

m whispering quietly~~~ trying not to waken the beast taking away, what happiness we saved, my black...ness is all I have, you might laugh but it's enough for me wouldn't want to be any other nationality, created most hated so proud of the people though we may be fading in a fleeting moment victims of unlawful and illegal occultic underhanded dealings the truths that are being revealed has reached out and killed many in hidden colors there are some who read the fine print, those who do not fear the number 13 know the underlined truth in the Amendment though I may shake a bit like an aftershock after a California earth quake trembles, my hands are steady my finger are not to nimble to quietly tap the tree, give my people dap empowering them to empower others this is how we can will and still glean

Making You A Fiend Made Me Your Habit

I made you up to keep me company when I was lonely I made myself believe you were real when it was time to let you go you grew too strong to kill I moved on and you are still tagging along making me feel like I'm wrong to make myself believe you gone when you are still holding on

Elevated (Repost)

How high am I to feel so good How high am I to touch the sky How high am I to forget my pain How high am I to think that I 'm sane How high am I to accept and not complain How high am I to stand uncovered in the rain How high am I to not feel a thing How high am I to sit staring out into space How high am I to run slow thinking I'm winning the race How high am I to forget what happened yesterday How high am I to say fuc it to everything How high am I to act as though I'm invincible How high am I to think I'm indispensable How high am I to see clouds in a clear blue sky How high am I to believe that I could fly How high am I to believe everything is going to be alright How high am I I'm not high enough

Blood In The Plan

life in the project growing up too fast rushing the process mom on poison dad in prison outside the set opposition no bread no milk no butter no eggs in the kitchen roaches in the sink with the dishes love loss best friend dead broken pieces shards of thoughts cut deep noise in the hall black mold behind the wall sleeping on a dirty spread weeping words on a rap pad freedom of speech on a rap beat dreams of being hood rich wake up in a rap beef signature on a contract name on a wrap sheet trying to compete out the mud in the dirt bathing in blood on concrete hard to get out the stains spots on the brain street life hard to wean the fame feelings on opioids to cope with the pain eyes of flame heartbeat on lean crime on the rise bells chime clockd strike murder time life in chain life on trial judge shouts "LIFE" then smiled back to the cell sit in jail living in hell it's a weeping shame but who gone cry for the child in the d*ck in the bootie house screaming "LET ME OIT"