Category: Poems

Some people just feel happiness when they were children. The house looked better, there were presents, lots of hugs and family gatherings. Grandma’s house was never empty. Everything was a celebration.

Time took it all away.

No more glorious gatherings.

No more smiles.

No more footraces.

The old TV; grandma sitting by her sewing machine, gone.

An age of hope….

What became of the girl dressed like Alice?

Time took it all away.

Time, you filthy bastard; you greedy bastard.

Everyone is gone now, either moved away or passed away.

Nothing is the same anymore.

Time took it all away.

The hope is gone, nothing but grey days ahead.

Days I long to be over, so that we can all be reunited and live the same moments again and again as if for the first time.

What can a useless person do in a world that needs you to be useful?

I walk down the same old path I walk on regularly, being careful to run past the old man’s house who calls me Primo.

He thinks we’re cousins or something. I don’t like to chit chat too much with him because walking time is thinking time.

You know, sometimes people give me suggestions regarding what to do with my life. They are often good suggestions, I suppose, and I tend to take them seriously;

But then I realize it just ain’t ME, nothing is mE.

I’m pretty useless, remember?

Anyway, I walk pass this house that harbors a family of four, but this time I heard the echoes of their voices, and I couldn’t help but feel an emptiness emanating from that house.

Were they devoid of

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Or just unhappy like most of us, pretending to be happy?

What do I know, it’s just a useless observation.

50 said Many men wish Death upon him And now I’ve lost count

of the times I’ve wished death upon Myself. As I enter and close the Door,

the flickering lights hurt my eyes, make me feel I entered a horror movie.

But I am in a horror movie. I exit and there’s an old man playing games on a

small rectangular device. What’s up with this world? His kind is the kind I rely on

to bring me back to REALITY. I’m walking by and I see what looks like a bloodstained wet wipe

and black Covid masks everywhere. Two twenty-three-year-olds girls gone by Fate or Nature, taken

away from this world in the span of weeks. Why them and not me? I’m sure a lot of peeps ask

themselves the same question, but there ain’t no valid answer.

“That’s life,” to quote Sinatra.

That’s life.

Muthafuckas will promote any bullshit product a person thinks they need,

but it’s all some bullshit, Hard to promote shit on the big engines, everything is saturated

and polluted with everyone’s shit, and your own shit get buried away from everyone

Ain’t no SEO can save you.

Still gotta Light Up the pen and burn da papa. Fuck it, it’s fun

Do yo own Shit, fuck them Machines, Be Human

Feel some shit

Use your Soul

Turn All your Problems into Artistic ExPrEsIoN

it’s the only wayOut.

Biggie’s saying The Sky is the Limit;

Listen to the words, don’t look at the ImAgE

It’s a different Experience

Feel like some Stephen Hawking shit,

Look at my wrist.

The brain is a terrible thing to waste

Look at the video Now, Play the tape Back

and look at the story,

Dance around.

Feel it course through you, Feel those Sick beats Hustling yo Ears

The MC’s speak to me

Every song is a Different trip From New York City to L.A not every

Visual Rendition Goes with the Audio/lyrical REndiTion.

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SICK Beats Now pass to Some more sick bEAts from another time

Another Genre. Pen still in My hand THE PARALLELs

Life is full of different Examples

examples of HOW to DO things

Pick the one That WORKS for U

The Four-Legged Queen of Darkness hops up the Stairs

Everything is gotta be Written down First, man

That’s why Bible’s exist The WORD.

Found out the Magic produces in a Strange way,

Strange Magic, ELO;

“Old Man Look at My Life, I’m a lot like you,” Neil said.

I wasn’t feeling very social today, I took the Magic to wake me up and enjoy my family,

But the Magic was just not happenin, it was hiding from me, but why?

Would it show back up tomorrow, or does it want me to take more?

Pulling me farther into some Cosmic hole is it?

I don’t know, but I know that social gatherings with the right people

are worth the effort of leaving the meaningless to step inside some other

meaningless spot, and just look at chunks of the Universe staring back at themselves.

What is all this for? You tell me, I don’t know jack.

Inside from the Outside people can only see me shacked up in the Great White Castle,

Wasting Away while the Harbinger of Lost Souls eats Away at me.

Constrained by a Sick mind Rewinding back to Past times.

Aging fast scared of Dropping Dimes,

Waiting, smiling, masking, dying;

The King is Dead. He’s been dead for a Long time now,

but Everything here is still His;

His Wife, His Daughter, His Son,

His Castle.

I’m sick of these once Loved walls, running into his Notebooks that speak to me of Pain,

the pain that flows in our Blood that Broods in our bad Mood,

While I’m there moving his loved books away from our leaky roof,

Away to Safety.

I feel Him through the Walls walking behind me as I sit to write down these Words,

My hairs stand up behind my neck, but my Tears don’t Drop,

Not since they dried up when I realized He wasn’t Coming Back.

It all Feels futile now,

I can’t see Him, He can’t see Me

But

I can’t Die until I get Mines;

for Him, for Her, for Them.

The fires that burn Inside Man´s heart can be extinguished

By Himself, yet can be reignited through small embers

Fed regularly with combustibles that lay Beneath His Soul,

Deeply tucked away in the far corners of His own Darkness;

And within this Lonely, fireless, Cold can He

Be Awakened into Ethereal Consciousness;

No longer plagued By the Abyss