Night Tremors

 

I awoke in the eerie dark
Or maybe I was still asleep
It was far too dark to tell
Too quiet to understand
Arcane and unsettling
Something or someone
Was in my room with me
WHAT WAS THAT?
Has fear taken ownership
Am I paranoid or in a dream
Sweating from the paralyzing fear
Droplets begin to roll off my forehead
So fucking scared
FEAR
Am I gonna die!!
Oh……my……god

 

Kick it
This fear has fermented I’m mentally tormented cause the visions I’ve invented
Are relentlessly depressing
A life form unscented from someone’s Hell has ascended it may not be documented but
…..I think that I’m demented….
I’m so tempted to pray to please be represented
But my God is discontented with the sins which I’ve presented
My life is at stake
My soul to take while I’m awake for goodness sake
We all make a mistake
Go away
Let me wake
Slow it down now

 

Perhaps I was dreaming
Dark theater of the brain
Strange noises in my sanctuary
Am I alone or is someone here
My cranium keeps shaking
Tears pool down my cheeks
My reflection in the droplets
I see some movement
A tree branch? No a shadow!
Paralyzed in my bed
Make this end
Please let this be a dream but if it is a dream
What does that mean?
Are dreams simple stories our minds make up
Or are they the realties of what could be?
Why do our dreams never seem to have a beginning
Why do they never have an end….or a taste of the reality
How can they be so vivid and true yet so surreal
I don’t think I like dreams
I don’t want to have them anymore
Please get me out of here or wake me up
I want to be me….to be free
Kick it once more

 

They are a malady of the banality someone’s misplaced morality
Worming its way into my concept of reality
Oh the fucking brutality the Dream Police finding criminality
Crimes against humanity my lack of sanity has to be what it is to be
To bring me to serenity
Stripping away the inside of me a paranoid fragility
My head hurts….just let me be
In the dark absence of light so filled with fright
My heads not right
I hate those fucking tremors in the night

Mourning dew

 

In the lonely shadows
When morning is still dark
Nature cries
Into blades of grass
Morning dew or Mourning dew
They’re still tears
Natures sorrows
Crying through the ground
Wafting upwards
From the graves of the gone
The tombs of the gallery
Soulless bodies
I know quite a few
Some from natures equalizer
Illness and disease
Some from natures randomness
It’s wheel of misfortune
Accidents
Murders
Wrong place, wrong time
Some from natures irony
Suicide
Self destruction
Drugs
To numb the pain of leaving the womb
Facing the cold cruel world
Yea, I know a few…..

 

In a therapeutic session I got the impression that depression was the cause of my dejection
No emergency that I could see but an urgency for my emerging need to escape reality
I got no prescription just a transcription of my transition so I got a subscription to scratch an itch and
Standard transmission for a bitchin’ ride with my magician whose mission was to alter my cognition
What I mean is I got high
Splattered my brain across the sky
I know its not the way
But it made depression fade away
So I did it everyday
Until I couldn’t get away
But misery loves to have company
So I took my best friend Bump with me
The product of such ridicule
Starting back in middle school where asshole kids can act so cruel
Where they forget the Golden Rule
Together we headed into obstruction
Strolling side by side toward our destruction
Seduced by sexy opium seduction
Believe me son
When poppy makes it’s Jones abduction its gonna suck son
You end up shit outta luck son
When it comes flying you better duck son because its the suction of deconstruction
One better know better
What I’m trying to say is I snuck out but he stayed stuck Mon
Sticking himself and tricking himself all the time he was inflicting himself
And addicting himself with the powdered ball and chain
Took away the pain
Faking out the rain
Telling everyone he was cool
Making us seem loke fools for making him look cruel
But he could win it
I turned my head for just one minute
Never realized how deep Bump was in it
He never made a sound
Though I totally related he was so goddam sedated he thought he was elated but to this date he remains underground
Thrilled with pills knowing speed kills but drugs were the only true solace he ever found above ground
I never heard his heart pound
Paid no attention to his pleas
Help me please
I turned away like he was a disease
No one listened
No one cared enough
They laughed it up and
No one helped
Not even me, his best friend
An onus I will carry until my end
The day I betrayed a friend
Now this may sound hypocritical and I don’t wanna get too analytical
But its oh so typical when people ridicule the individual
Waving ones own banner is almost Biblical
This may be cynical but I was his umbilical
Because no one else understood he was atypical
Another wandering child in a world apocalyptical
Just wanted to be who he was
But they laughed from a distance and broke his will
Pointed their fingers to get their fill
Pshhhtt, Y’all called him ill
Now who’s the hypocrite?
Now who’s counterfeit?
Wish I could reciprocate but here’s a promise much too late
His tears rise as my tears fall
When we meet in the early dampness of death
Walking barefoot in the grass
I step upon the mourning dew
I think of him the man I knew
The brother I loved despite your view
His days were far too few
And if one of you fuckers ever laugh at him again…..
I’ll walk your ass out in the mourning dew
That’s it…..I’m through

 

 

Shady Politician

corrupt

 

 

(Street/Beat mash rant designed for poetry slam)
I would rather perish in a world of love
Then live in a world full of hate
Don’t believe a word you say
But words are what you use today
To rise in your quest of a power play
Uncaring of who gets in your way
Maybe you should fold and quit
Mountain of words and a pile of shit
Twisted logic is twisted wit
Because when I strip away
The untrue truths you say
Your double standard can’t fake it
So your singular truth stands naked
Playing games with foreign spies
And along with all your pretentious lies
They will slip through the crack
Of your Liberty bell
Which no longer tolls
Yet you’ll rise in the polls
As you reach your goals
Shady Politian
I’m full of suspicion
While you bask in your own fruition
Speaking from the shadows
Hanging from the gallows
Of urban blight
Hidden from the light
Blanketed in lies
Poised for a fight
And promises lost
At a very high cost
While you share your bed
With bag of silver
Betrayed in red
Thirty shiny pieces
To hold in reserve
To smite upon the people
To the ones you serve
Must you betray us with a kiss
Shady as Shit
Cant believe a word you say
Not left not right but in the way
Drowning in your unhip hypocrisy
You really don’t mean shit to me
Your just a bureau of mediocrity
Spitting out phony democracy
You have two eyes but you can’t see
Your visions are full of atrocities
And that explains your prophecy
Of DOOM
Boom
Kick it…….
You temper you progression
With aggression and suppression
And you need a fucking lesson or a blessing
To confessing the one thing that is pressing is
You need to have restraint
In collusion you’re just using blind confusion
To create a grand illusion with a fusion
Of dissolution but you’re cruising for a bruising
A transfusion of revolution
Which it ain’t
We’re through with your bitter attacks just give us the facts
No wait……your facts are whack
Facts you bend facts you stretch
Made up facts that make me retch
Facts so pretty facts so clean
Facts too nice facts too mean
Manufactured fractured facts
Phony facts that never ask
Does it hurt this fact attack
Or is it empathy you lack
You don’t call you send a fax
Text a message and you speak ex-lax
The only one true fact you have is that
Your twisted facts are crap

You’re not even conscious of just how pompous
You are when you prompt us and stomp us with lies
A tyrannical freak being discreet who wipes his feet
Across Wall street to dirty the sweet and meek who cry
You think you’re Goddam sacred
But your truth is flaccid and naked
When you punish a gay kid
A working Mexican day kid
You’re a racist who can fake it
But your hatred is concentrated
On every race you humiliated
Debased and debilitated
Hence our angst was recreated
You wonder why?
You’re just a white guy
Wearing privilege on your white side
It’s your skin tone
Shiny white boy rhinestone
Dancing on the gravestone
Of a ghetto you’ve never known
While you pretend you’re in the cool zone
By using a Hip Hop ring tone

You dropped a racial bombshell
And the bullshit you sell just fell
And you think your shit don’t smell but holy Hell
The stench makes us repel and rebel
You condescend atop a golden hotel but my vote can’t compel
And like I cried you hide your lies under the crack of your Liberty Bell
Do tell

Listen up
If you’re voting for a candidate because he says what’s on his mind perhaps your blind and your criteria is too low. By that misguided logic Charles Manson would make a show as great candidate because he has never had a problem saying what’s on his mind.

If your voting for a candidate because he “says what everyone is thinking” what you really mean is he is saying everything you want to hear and there is a good chance you are more of a racist than you believe yourself to be.
8+
If your voting for a candidate because he comes up with good names for his opponents your criteria isn’t just low, it’s non existent. Schoolyard bullies were good at that and guess where most of them are today. You can’t defeat an opponent by calling them a clever name in the adult world.

If your voting for a candidate because he has a successful business you need to examine who benefited from that business. Check and see if that business person is in the habit of sharing or if the businesses fell apart to fill his bank account. You really believe he is willing to give you a piece of his pie?
Dig this, I felt the Berne but now I’m chill with The Hill because I’d rather perish in a world of love than live in a world of hate. PEACE