The Fairy Wife

 

i would shower her with gifts
various lavishments
all the baubles i could buy
just to see that twinkle in her eye
bouquets of flowers adorned her room
upon Sunday mornings of her vanilla scent i'd swoon

roses are red

we would go to church and sing the hymns
and hear the homilies
we would rut in the bathroom
grunt over the leaves
climaxed amongst the trees
a time so long ago it seems
like just a dream

violets are blue

As nature runs it course
soon she was round and wide
i remember back then being
so filled with pride
a seed i had sowed
in this world of stryfe
soon i was wed and now i had a wife

by breaking your vows

not too long after she cheated on me
and i cheated on her
and it was plain to see
the unions would be severed
the vows were to be broken
she blamed my smoking
i left my grievances unspoken

you gave your soul to the...

so we went to the jews
her attorney my lawyer and the
judge were all masons too
and for a fee they ended our marriage
& yet she even had a new child
from me in a carriage

you look confused

that i was never allowed to see
to love or hold but ironically
i named this baby
after one of the ships of Columbus
that had sailed the seas
to find this new world
i thought it a beautiful name you see

roses are red...

i reason she felt it best to replace me
rather than glue me together
she found a father she felt better
the bonds to my children she
judged to sever
only to be judged by her maker
and none for the better

i know what is true...

Candy & Comic Books

First they gave me candy and comic books
Too busy surviving so no time was took...
then they sat me in front of the television
When it was really honesty, empathy, and warmth,
that i was truly missing...
Then i got dazzled by fashion, music, and the telephone
and once I got my pager
i was never home...
No Sunday dinner with the family
Who i thought was dad died when i was young
It was just i & the witch ya see...
A face i did not wish to see...
Cause it did not resemble me...

A foundation built on lies will always fall in on itself...

At first i was straight edge
i fell off that ledge
and off of a wagon
into a gutter of whores & thugs
but i still kept bragging
and yet despite my ego
God had still not let go
His force guided my every move...
To teach me he gave me a life like Job.

i caused myself to be homeless and truly hopeless
God gave me shelter
i then became crippled and bed ridden
God helped me to stand again
He took away my very sight
But it was then i came to see
All the beautiful talents he had given to me...

God used a medical man
To give me back better vision than i had ever had...
This life can make one very sad
Many times i wanted to give up and for having not,
I am truly very glad!
My life story in a poem
Didn't you learn a little something?
Good!

i want you to show them!

Snake Woman

i am worth my salt
& and i'm worth my sugar
my career took off
once i ditched that hooker
flicked her off
like a nasty booger
from under my thumb
to another pusha

now i'm eating bigger plates
finer tastes
eyeing real estate
You were just a waste
of all my precious time
along with all those white lines...
and all your white lies...
you were always so sly...
and slithery..

so i started composing my own
symphony
changed the numbers to my phone
no sympathy
forgot the numbers to yours
your sins a litany
bet you still wake up in cold sweats
dreams so real
still missing me...

Untitled Poetry

I don't know what to call it.
There seems no way to stall it.
Now they got injectables...
They muzzled the intellectuals!
People collapsing at the sectionals
Young hearts bursting
No soul searching
They just gave away their freedom to speak
fake news and false information
babies being raised by the PlayStation
adults hooked on their notifications
I can barely get to work with all this inflation
hard to put food on the table
when you are bleeding from your navel...
cavity
it's a tragedy oh my country
tis of thee
what they have done
don't you see?
blasphemy
they got you practicing Saturnalia
worshiping Moloch
you know they gonna kill me
cause im liable to spark shit...
Inspire and hark it...
In the Lord's grace like Jeanne D'Arc
So please pass this message
Don't title it cause they use filters
you gotta learn their algorithm
Learn how to dance in their rhythm
but still have your hymns singing
in your mind
It's kinda like hiding in plain sight
I don't know what to call it...
the conspiracy?
the NWO?
I don't know what to call them...
The Illuminated ones?
The powers that be?
The ones who create the mass casualty...
events...just so they can take our guns
and hike our rents?
Force us to live in tents?
Hooked on fent
Tylenol or alcohol
caffeine or nicotine
They either got you doped up
sedated, elated, or somewhere in
between...
It is truly so obscene
The iniquity and what it does to me
How can we rebel we can't even form a team
forget a movement we got this internet
but most misuse it
So tell other people about
what I told you
just remember not to use those certain keywords
banned by you know who
or it won't get through
If a minder sees it might get past
Dismissed as just some untitled poetry
in a note you passed...

My Corner of Blue Sky

 

i sit in my expensive bastion
and i stare at my little corner of sky
i ask myself why
only to be answered by these
illusions made by my malady
they torture me tragically
sanity sporadically
myblueskye
oh myblueskyeinny
that silver lining
that ray of hope
when you are down to your last
and out of dope...
that's why they call it...
dope
i remember seeing you in all your glory
you were so dope!
when you weren't on that
dope
i know! i know! You used it to cope!
some people pull on it like  a rope...
they swear it's the only way they
can make the magik happen
i only saw sadness sapping
all the life out of their veins
thank God my prayers did not go in vain
I guess I could use a weather-vane
some sort of contraption
to indicate my moods and reactions
help me to get some sort of satisfaction
having gone through all my retractions
my omits and what i did and did not commit
who i hurt and chose to hit
all my sins and grievances
& my favorite orbits
and yet still it is here that i sit
at least it's a nice chair from which I posit

I Was Late To My Own Funeral

They buried me before i was dead
They didn't even hold a funeral
They wrote me off
Left me for dead
They presumed i was
Sick in the head
So there was no need to
Talk to me
So they took my kin and my coin
They took the fruit of my loins
And dictated how i would see it
i went through their hoops and
their hops...gave a 'ride to work' to flip flops...
Only for a big disappearing act!
i wrote to the bitch for years
i cried so many tears
Only to fill up with despair
i still remember things so well
So it made my life a living hell
Photographic...
Pathetic...

Diane where are you!  You taught me the book!
You taught me to love!  To put back what you took!
Mother in LAW,  Mother in LAW, where for art thou?!
Did you cosign all of this?
Just like your husband steve who molested his own kids?!
And cheated on you...i know! i saw him outside...late at night...i remember the street...
He was coming out that one bar..."the talk of the town"
His arm around some blonde...all i could do was keep my mouth
shut and walk on...
Still i remain quiet.  All these years.
i could get 5 racks for suing them.
It sure would buy a lot of beers...
But i don't even drink no more.
Haven't had a drop in so long.
i don't snort anymore either.
Because it just started becoming that same
old sad song.
Over 10 years of sobriety.  Which makes
what you told me a lie to me.
Just get clean sean and i will let you see them...
Heck you can have them every other weekend...
But i guess you found one just like dear old dad...
A pedophile who saw my chillun and groomed you
just like he had...
You HAG!
You hideous creature!
To this day you are only a leecher!
i no longer wish you to linger...

Truth Is...

The truth has a certain ring to it.
It stands on its own.
There is no need to prop it up.
Or exaggerate it.
Every man or woman knows the truth when they see it!
For they ever seek it out!
Longing for some aid, or comfort, or hope, in this
journey of life!
They cherish the truth!
They long for it!

This is why what you have done to me is wrong!

For you are based on lies.
Become beholden to lies.
Tho hast broken thy vows.
Wed with a lord of the flies...

God heard my pleas and cries...
All my questioning why...
Smiled upon me and
as his faithful servant
He set me free!