Judgement

I will start this off with an old poem of mine:


Bilateral ( in defense of LGBT members and myself)

So every soul is bilateral
Weaved together by azure celestial beings
Who thrust lovely light into them with their wings
 
I was wondering
If it is okay for me
To have two sides who differ happily
 
One who sits wrapped in the arms of male counterparts
Bathing in purple love brought forth by some God unknown
To the holy and sanctified demons who rest inside church buildings
 
I burn the mike and resurrect forgotten scripture
That says plainly that all man are equal and
I was just wondering
With a man on my arm
I must be more manly than you
And more brave you see
 
I break walls with bisexual words
And dissolve hate with love
While spitting rhymes that staircase spines  
 
I hope you heard
I make believe that you are humane
And my mind is so insane
I move mountains
While you stutter at the mike
 
This is real
And i hope your fingertips touch bliss
Without any help from Truth
Because you pissed Him off when you said
 
God hates fags
 
Bitch try to resurrect yourself
And i do not mean masturbate in the darkness
Or drag a harlot in your car on a Sunday morning
And then say church is your home Because shit
 
God loves me
Regardless of my sinful nature
And if you dare say that i am wrong
There will be no stage or microphone
For you to wish from
 
This
         
Was
 
Fun

Kind of childish i guess but anger is a childish defense it seems. Let me see what you got.

WORKERS OF THE WORLD

Menial labor
I’m the last of the few
Dirt covered blue collar
With Union views

Not much call
For the middle class
Sorry to say
I’m one of the last

Little respect
For my kind of girl or guy
Sweat for the money
Not for the pie in the sky

You keep telling me
"Unions are passé"
I’m wrong, you’re right
Things are not my way

But unlike you
I still have my dignity
To make a living
I never had to
Sleep with anybody

Im not an angel.
Im not a demon.
The words of your contempt.
Stab me like a blade.
Have you no heart?
You have kept me here for so long.
Under your chains.
Treating me like a slave.
You acting like a king.
You tear love apart with no care.
Am I really the demon here?
My door is closed.
Thanks to you.
No im not perfect.
But you just gotta man up and deal with it son.
Did you think it was cool to walk right up and leave me for dead?
A call of raven
That can easily trick you.
For its voice sounds like an angel.
You search for perfection.
But you can never find it.
For you see even angels are flawed.
Yes I lied to you.
Yes I betrayed you.
Im not perfect.
Im not evil.
Im not good.
Im just me.
Call me a snitch.
But it was all to protect you.
To protect you from myself.
And I see now you foolish child you will never see my intentions.
No im not evil I just do evil things.
And thats the main difference between me and a demon.

Thanks for everyone's post so far.

My addiction is the strongest
Everlast called love
Unstable till i have it
Triped when im on it
We called it forever last
But its in the dirt its never last
Curupton from what people think is good
Leave me alone
Fuck school

You Don't Know Their Story

Who are you to judge?
Contemptuous thoughts, fostering odious actions
loathing men sleeping with men
detesting women fondling women
shunned away due to sexual preference
rejection based on lifestyles and choices
waving abomination’s flag, as if you hold eternity’s key

Why not embrace the soul of an individual,
or merit one’s character by their contribution to society
success and noteworthy achievements
caring personality, infectious spirit
This same love is shamed love, to blind eyes,
desiring to see flaws
….. you don’t know their story

Shall we ostracize recovering addicts too?
prosecute for reckless past, bad choices
ship them to Drug Dread Island
community filled with residents flaunting needle tracked arms,
Boozed up bodies,
and glass-pipe glazed dispositions
judging them solely on their Meth memoirs

instead of respecting their fight
victoriously conquering mental wars,
purging the urge to use
from a vise that chained them to despair
Life’s brutal attack…
comes without warning,
….you don’t know their story

Let’s hate on internet whores
judgmental title in and of itself
Men and women posting nude images,
compromising positions, soliciting attention
low self esteem, the culprit
Exile them to Horny Hump Hill
where the thirsty and lonely can breed

disregard the fact they're grown ass people
freedom to self express, entitlement
Don’t judge based on your personal morals
get to know their fundamental truth
their dedication to family,
and strong work ethics
….you don’t know their story

Stop judging

~Rain~

simply broken or maybe just a whore

..they hate for being broken
..not knowing i'm the a token
..there overly contemplating
..there always waiting
..standing in line to take my place
..every ready to give chase

too early in life..
my skills learned from a wife..
left me in a strife..

broke my wit and such..
as she taught me all so much..
showed me to touch..

how to be treated..
to be silent when needed..
make my words headed..

driven deep within..
the complexity of sin..
how torment ones skin..

when i should attack..
how to place her on her back
when i should fall back..

simply walk away..
wanting more than worthy play..
to lead her astray..

but what i had sought..
the splendor within a knot..
had yet to be taught..

..they hate for being broken
..not knowing i'm the a token
..they are always standing guard
..don't they know i'm marred
..that being said
..my art i truly dread

A penny for your thoughts
If I care any
I live my life
the way I want too
complains may be many
What is it to you
your time consumes
with your bullshit talk
We all not bond
to the same cloth
If you like me
It's Ok
If not
well hey
For each is own
but I am going
to still be me
in the end of the day

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Thank you for creating this comp. This poem was very personal for me.
Great entries all! Poetic Love~