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Category: Writing & Literature - Poetry
Thursday July 9th, 2009
The seeds within my palms sprout / a blossoming back hand calms my nerves until I bleed / I beat myself up / and claim defeat / I wither and break down / on my knees I beg for mercy / but the critic in me sees a heretic / so I stick with my signature right swing / as the competition commences / who's the better man / this is my overture of peace of mind / no kind words / profanities spread like infection / silence isn’t protection from judgment / this is a whispering movement / quick quite steps sweep softly across the sand / delivering the anti-christ to the right hand of the devil / who can be in my eyes / his burning cries are echoed in my actions / every fraction of a second is spent cursing God the Almighty Father / Why bother with repentance when every sentence is scratched / I am the spoiled egg hatched / bitter words on repeat / I did it again / recycled sins / pulling bad habits from garbage bins / I used to shoot my grandfathers bebe gun / now I shoot insults and spin puns / the pain I cause you burns my eyes like onions / but it tastes so good / the dogs bark in my neighborhood / a warning to the faint of heart / my lips will tear you apart / I’ve sharpened my speech using words like daggers / my forked tongue praises beggars because they have guts to ask jerks like me for money / we say work / don’t do drugs / you’re crazy / but we forget we have one commonality / we’re all human / we all need assistance / but just like you I am resistant / I hate myself for hating / though it’s difficult to love my reflection / I see the world as it sees me / God has no jurisdiction on any day but Sunday / but that’s a work day / so I forget / to get on my knees and beg for mercy / I’ll regret it once I’m in a hearse / and hissing flames spitting sparks restart my heart like jumper cables / caught in a lie my brain temporarily disabled / staring my Judge in the face / I represent the human race / trying to silence my self-esteem / and be humble / trying to sort through the jumbled masses of hypocrites who look just like me

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