Poem (Compilation)

We're never sure if what we do is right, nor will we ever give up a fight... Heavyweight champ... Or lightweight loser... Either way life's a doozer... Wrong or Right... Keep up the fight... Win or lose... You have no excuses... Complain and bitch, better than being snitch, or just enlightening the facts, before I have a heart attack... I'm not aware of what I do... I can only say, the jokes on you...

I like it when I pass through a crisis, so I can drink to celebrate the pain, but then like a pressure cooker ready to pop... Coming down with agony and tears... So misunderstood by the masses... Screaming in pain, calling me queer... I'm not weird until you remind me so... I was a man until you forced me down... On my knees begging me please... Throw down your sword, and submit to me... Fuck you... In self control, never to the tyranny of man and sin... The enemy...

I was never in a rush in life... I took it as it came... Like a Saucerful of Secrets... And a box of tissues and ice cream... Neverending story, a song goes on and on, nothing changes, but a punch in the jaw, a complaint never addressed, hurt the ones you love... Throw me a buck, so I'll shit the fuck up..

I'm all beat up inside... Like nature's Bitch... If I have an inner woman, she's a sneaky little bitch... A punch in the face, and a flash of light... Step away from the fight, nurse your wound... And absolve your plight... Forgive and forget... Until it goes too far... Echoes from the past in the sound of silent storms... No one forgets really... You should have watched your step, no one is harmless, even a squeaky little mouse... Because they got fangs, and fur full of louse...

It's not my fault at 53 years old I still am oblivious to how life works... All it is moments of pain oscillating into moments of transcendent bliss... Feeling the pain of others and feeling blame... Hating the pain sometimes, avoiding it, the silent screams of others, into a pit of despair... Cast into the pit of hell, not knowing what you did was wrong, callous and unfeeling, yet screaming on the inside... I'm just human, with just an extra receptor... An antenna... Do you love me, or do you hate me, I really can't tell...

One of the biggest problems I've had with family is them not accepting my gift of pain... They'd rather be comfortably numb.. Yet I did too, but I was chosen to go on the path of the prophet... The hard road, the high road, the way of pain, glorious pain... I'd rather of been a slut...

The truth is it was my art that kept me on the narrow path... Breaking little rules from time to time... Gifts from God most people couldn't break... My father broke my heart, and so I broke the rules... But it wasn't my fault, it was what the spirit willed...

Well tonight's peaceful... I actually have a clear head... Probably from expressing my pain all day yesterday... But even though it's peaceful I'm troubled by the fact sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do... Like call out people who hurt you... This is something we never get used to... Why didn't I say it sooner, because I have to build a solid case... 

This way I have a solid argument... Think it through...

I don't understand how people can hang you out to dry... Throw you to the wolves... Ignore you when you're blue, after everything you went through... Fund your substance abuse... Even demoralize you... Yet they leave you alone to die and cry... Then they expect you to say..."I Love You..."