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Schizophrenic Scripture
in another
attempt to put pen to paper
i plot a course
as ideas are omnipresent
but today I'm filled with contempt
cuz there's an ominous cloud
hovering about
making things a wee bit murky
and without a pronounced vibe
as the vehicle
these jagged musings
just linger in the labyrinth of the mind
echoing in the halls
of this endless cathedral
banging in rebellion
against invisible walls
antagonists of a sooted soul
awaiting combustion
hence no linear frame of thought
I'm told to just follow the bouncing ball
my muse is a fucking sadist i tell ya
amused by my childlike endeavors
awakening between dimensions
chasing remnants of ambiguous dreams
like so many bubbles floating about
can only pick one at a time
handle with care
or it's bound to burst
now watch this juggling act
performed by a natural born klutz
fuck
amazed that anything ever gets done
i'm forever undone
psalms remains unsung
some 20 years and counting
my hung jury still deliberating
instead of liberating me
as the sands of this human hourglass
grate against the psyche...
a likely candidate for the rubber room
an undercover psychotic
i got it bad
hiding my insanity in plain sight
'such a nice young man'
yeah right
walk a mile in these shoes
and discover my civility was just a ruse
i was hoping to pass through
without incident
stuck between realms
with hands glued to a whimsical pen
one day I'm basking in the sun
the next I'm praying for the apocalypse
cuz one of my wandering warlocks
hates this fuckin place
it's like
the clash of titans inside here i swear
with an insidious inside joke being played
cuz someone had the nerve
to name me Prometheus
but to this day
i still ain't get the damned memo...
they tell me it's just a harmless rumor
but i think my alter ego
is talkin shit behind my back
when i catch up with his ass
there's gonna be a misunderstanding
probably stab him in the jugular
with my pen
then maybe I'll be able to think straight
instead of drinkin straight
with no chaser
to soothe my anxiety
I'm a hot mess
i confess
can't tell the difference between
scripture and scribble
don't really know
where these words are going
maybe I'm the author
maybe there's a ghostwriter movin my hand
tryin to write my epitaph on the low
feels like oppression through possession
caught up in the poetic version
of fight club
who's pulling whose strings?
i know i've been undermined
too much shit remains undefined
who speaks when the pen leaks?
who seeks to breathe through these scriptures?
am i simply a mannequin who
dons multiple masks of unknown entities
or am i my own man?
i let you tell it
Published 22nd Nov 2015
| Edited 19th Sep 2024
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22nd Nov 2015 3:31am
"who speaks when the pen leaks?
who seeks to breathe
through these scriptures?
am i a mannequin" My Life Story"
yo kid, this was insane, bananas, power-full of everything poetically
perfect...I love this!!!
who seeks to breathe
through these scriptures?
am i a mannequin" My Life Story"
yo kid, this was insane, bananas, power-full of everything poetically
perfect...I love this!!!
22nd Nov 2015 1:55pm
Oh my goodness... There is no question to the validity of your talent. I've lingered over these words far longer than my due and I find something new to applaud every time I read it. Wonderful work!
22nd Nov 2015 11:23pm
I'd politely say; the don of all tasks. It's a hat some are just born to bare. Your words are eloquent oozing with style and grace, and the flow is impeccable. Momentary possession granted you the flow of that pen, elevated your mind and creates the best word play ever. You're work is amazing Naajir
7th Dec 2015 4:23pm
24th Dec 2015 9:13pm
8th Nov 2016 5:27am
Tormented solace indeed.
Seemed you know exactly what it is. Torn between self and self, realization and over standing, underlining the definition of the possibility you were not meant to "be" according to this worlds revelations. My goodness....there is defiantly and abstract unique here.
Seemed you know exactly what it is. Torn between self and self, realization and over standing, underlining the definition of the possibility you were not meant to "be" according to this worlds revelations. My goodness....there is defiantly and abstract unique here.
Anonymous
20th Sep 2017 8:57pm
I don't even know where to begin with this comment. First, I am utterly floored by your ability to articulate what feels like a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions here. Like you just wrangled a lightning bolt to the ground and then walked away shaking your head. Amazing
22nd Mar 2018 2:26pm
dearest Soul Soldier I got chills reading this
there is so much more I want to share with you
we will get there..
where we're going on time
I have faith in you i'm just awakening to your voice
recognizing your power and prophetic direction..
this almost reads like a cosmic message
a husband left his Queen knowing he might be late
i'm starting to see you..
thank you my dear poet..
love Brenda
there is so much more I want to share with you
we will get there..
where we're going on time
I have faith in you i'm just awakening to your voice
recognizing your power and prophetic direction..
this almost reads like a cosmic message
a husband left his Queen knowing he might be late
i'm starting to see you..
thank you my dear poet..
love Brenda
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24th Apr 2019 3:42am
I really like this poem. (I need 3 credits to submit my own, otherwise I wouldn't typically comment just for this)
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