Taiman

pleasure turns to the pain
lessons learned from the strain
questions burned in my brain..
about whether love is humane
in its touch.
these thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceit.
fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions.
chaotic because the anchor of Erros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation
separation not as simple as the distance between us my mind no longer possessed by demons that have been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies
the seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they have cracked the foundation of what we once shared
allowing the faith in us i had sealed inside to gush out like a river
ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being taken from its mothers arms
im left surrounded in darkness
but i refuse to be swallowed by it
my lonliness like the night air
invisible to the eye
obvious to the touch
it is cold uncomfortableness
yet if i could do it all over again
id do it in the same skin im in
to lay down and let love die
just stay down and let love lie?
no, no..not i
id stay around and let love fly
even though i have seen its darkest form
deceit
nothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet...
Instead of yelling "Mentle Revolution" with my brothers and sisters, I'm yel ling "HipHop Hurray"?,
When Favors in harms way,
it's hard to say
then part take in the building block experince after Pompay...
Also after the invention of the nuclear bomb
today's society must be safer than yesterday's archaic ways?
or is it just a war within a war
where justice defies it's own reflection of redefinning conservation
for a corporation's domination
capitol havoks the panic button cosmetic consumption
in a world where porn
means more than saving a newborn
where secrecies are sworn
next day pawned
for a bail bond
to free some imprisoned diplomat that's trying ta
take your wife, your speech, and your registered gat?
ask me why,
sudden shock where you at.
i hurt myself today
to see if i still feel
i focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but i remember everything
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
i wear my crown of shit
on my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
i cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feeling disappears
you are someone else
i am still right here
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way
This Poem. Killed God.
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God had a stroke tonight
…as he sat on his throne
Miller Light in one hand
This poem in the other.
Satan called me
once he heard the news
“J, you’re wicked”
I laughed
“Lucifer ole’ boy I already knew.”
Because this is the kind of poem
I begin at 12:09 am.
And finish at 12:13.
The kind
That spits in his mothers face.
A bad-bastard poem
With no daddy to knock
Sense into it.
It’s a poem about
A Colonel
Fucking a virgin
In the middle of a war
that’s fighting
For freedom from
Something that
Everybody has already forgotten
But it keeps on fighting because
Pride and Glory now drive
This poem hard
Into its rebellion.
Its about more than Me
And my sinful nature,
But about Rosa , Cindy and Stephanie
Girls who were too fast too soon
And told me about hard dicks
While we hid in high school restrooms.
While my eyes -wide open-
Memorized what it was
That drove men to pay so much attention
They felt they need to
Enter
Me.
This poem is about all I wont be,
Jesus never was,
And every other god Claims They will become.
Salvation
From the monotony of good behavior
Tranquil smiles
Hollow faces.
Liberation
From conformity with prolonged gratification
Sanity
Silence.
It’s the Advocate
For Anarchy
Wild wicked nights
Where we sin
Without giving a damn
Sending Satan
Himself packing
Because
This poem
Killed God
And every other
Pretense of control.
And
Damn it
In Four Minutes
I finally wrote the piece
That freed us all !!!
Because this poem
Says the truth
We are all afraid of
The truth that we Humans, don’t seek peace
But reasons to feel the weakness of our flesh
To remind us why we live. Why we wish. Push. Love. Need.
Ache. Hate.
Why we sin day and day again and pound our chests and
Drag these chains we’ve tied around our waists.
Feeling. Feeling. Feeling. Our way in the darkness of our
flesh.
Let God claim his beers throne and stroke!
Because his coveted
Mortality is ours
And in it, Like this poem,
We are splendid and beautiful
in our hard earned
damnation.