The incident of a poor man

UnbornBuddha · 06-29-2015, 01:32 AM

Feeling like I've had cancer for years
Recovery becomes a matter of fear
I lost all hope when my daughter disappeared
Sometimes when I close my eyes I still see her
Vexed at the sight, I cry out "answer me dear".
Miracles and tears, only the latter appears
Even the seer is helpless when his family killed
Times like these has me asking if reality real
My schizophrenic friend sneers while his insanity builds
His clearly nuts, but wields the answers I need revealed.
I feel my will is the thing that keeps me sealed
In this tabernacle mood, where alcohol soothes
My soul amused & purified by a vortex of tobacco fumes
It's apparent that morbidness is half the truth
I mean the demented & tormented are half the news
But, this sickness doesn't fill my cornea & zaps its hue
For I see beyond this dimension's corners and avenues.
The surface of this world is more of an affirmation,
A life sustaining grain that feeds my starving nature
The maggots in our solar plexus is what contaminate us
Starch deprivation, how will I ever become a star's incarnation
If my heart operation continues to be part of damnation?
Every time God's heart stops, it needs to restart from creation.
To Nihilists, oblivion is their largest elation
Me? I'm more simple.
I just want to want to open a bar with good stouts
Where, IPA drinkers can have a jolly good shout
Unfortunately, even the best Bock's can't remove stagnation
Brought by the metastasis of the latent tumor aching.
Reiki and new age faith agents look at me & assume I hate them
Just because of the views I say to them.
The new age is a new age of dim-witted fools who think they can heal with crystals.
They must have some real daddy issues to think Amethyst can heal a cripple.
We've become indolent in our patriotism, other countries are building missiles
While, we grow soft, visiting our psychiatrist to reveal our secrets.
The beacon of our light is the idea of wisdom, but not wisdom itself.
We look away from the shedding leper whose licking himself,
The unbaptized listening to religious tales followed by their riveting bells
But, we don't step forth because we're busy dodging ricochet shells
Dispelled from a kid itching to kill everyone because he has a mission from hell.
There is no point to any of this, says those whose vision is frail
Those with insight see two universes collision unfold
Creating an alternate world, where we don't grow old
And our toes don't become cold because we realized
Oh! paradise is in our souls. Locked away in this poor man's poems
With all its APA formatted boring quotes. Just get to your point & go,
But, this isn't a demand, for it's your choice to go.

06-29-2015, 01:32 AM	#1
UnbornBuddha Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 1,008 Battle Record: 23-10 Champed - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 5 Rep Power: 23856379	The incident of a poor man Feeling like I've had cancer for years Recovery becomes a matter of fear I lost all hope when my daughter disappeared Sometimes when I close my eyes I still see her Vexed at the sight, I cry out "answer me dear". Miracles and tears, only the latter appears Even the seer is helpless when his family killed Times like these has me asking if reality real My schizophrenic friend sneers while his insanity builds His clearly nuts, but wields the answers I need revealed. I feel my will is the thing that keeps me sealed In this tabernacle mood, where alcohol soothes My soul amused & purified by a vortex of tobacco fumes It's apparent that morbidness is half the truth I mean the demented & tormented are half the news But, this sickness doesn't fill my cornea & zaps its hue For I see beyond this dimension's corners and avenues. The surface of this world is more of an affirmation, A life sustaining grain that feeds my starving nature The maggots in our solar plexus is what contaminate us Starch deprivation, how will I ever become a star's incarnation If my heart operation continues to be part of damnation? Every time God's heart stops, it needs to restart from creation. To Nihilists, oblivion is their largest elation Me? I'm more simple. I just want to want to open a bar with good stouts Where, IPA drinkers can have a jolly good shout Unfortunately, even the best Bock's can't remove stagnation Brought by the metastasis of the latent tumor aching. Reiki and new age faith agents look at me & assume I hate them Just because of the views I say to them. The new age is a new age of dim-witted fools who think they can heal with crystals. They must have some real daddy issues to think Amethyst can heal a cripple. We've become indolent in our patriotism, other countries are building missiles While, we grow soft, visiting our psychiatrist to reveal our secrets. The beacon of our light is the idea of wisdom, but not wisdom itself. We look away from the shedding leper whose licking himself, The unbaptized listening to religious tales followed by their riveting bells But, we don't step forth because we're busy dodging ricochet shells Dispelled from a kid itching to kill everyone because he has a mission from hell. There is no point to any of this, says those whose vision is frail Those with insight see two universes collision unfold Creating an alternate world, where we don't grow old And our toes don't become cold because we realized Oh! paradise is in our souls. Locked away in this poor man's poems With all its APA formatted boring quotes. Just get to your point & go, But, this isn't a demand, for it's your choice to go. Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 06-29-2015 at 01:45 AM.