Diary of a leader
Day one please forgive me
I touched a boy in the wrong place
He asked me for retribution
And now I seek an elder’s embrace
Day two I apologize for what I did
I shot a man to claim his will
I would become a wealthy beast
But I forgot to clean the kill
Day three I touched again now a girl
She would not go away
She said she would tell mommy
I had to make sure she did not say
Day four went by not a hitch
I slip on my robe to go to school
I stand in front of all that sin
To them I am the word of fools
Day five I really did it now
I promised him I would not do
I slaughtered dreams and acted the fool
As they bow before me I sit so cruel
Day six I created all the world
I relax now let me choose my lull
I must fight the temptation of the young
But they look good because I had none
Day seven must fly for I feel it rise
My feeling like the Lord that I worship
He tells me to spread his good word
But I am too busy destroying his lip
I must now burn this diary in case
I get arrested and they seek on the hate
As I burn this book of all my sin
I must preach to the fools that follow him
For I must get back to work my friend
I am a pasture in my church......
In the name of the father.....son.....and the Holy Ghost.....(grin)
The truth of our president (2004)
Tell him verbs of truth, or lie like the president
"We are winning at this pointless war"
"Don’t fear your neighbor, unless a towel hangs on their door"
"Let me frisk your child for that bomb"
"As I do I will finger them, like I did to Saddam"
"Let us liberate another to fight for me"
"Just like we did when we fought against Russian thieves"
"Oh yeah that did not work out as planned"
"We funded Al-Qaida, to fight for the dammed"
"Now look at them blowing up over our religion"
"Taking my words of hate and secretion"
"But my people I promise a resolution"
"Like when Jesus died on the cross of restitution"
"Let me dangle this carrot in front of you"
"Hopefully my lies and deceit pull off as true"
"And when it comes to vote for another clown"
"Just think that all the fucked up things are brown"
"Oops did I say that into the mic that’s on"
"Let me throw up like pop did on the lap of Mayazawa"
"Maybe they won’t noticed what I said of abusing my power"
"So please vote again for me"
"I know 2 terms is the max but let it be"
So if you called the Lord in his den
I hope you tell the truth and not like HIM.
Revolution of dead poetry
Offensive tones
Offensive notes
Poets complain
Poets go broke
Who cares who likes this?
Who cares who agrees?
Who cares if you’re upset?
I happily smile free
You’re too involved
In this pointless game
Of writing love notes
And ever complain
I shoot my own
With your ball point clone
No one will even care
What you write when you are gone
The cyclical life
Will bring your pen back
Give enough time
You will write the same slack
And I will complain
Again and again
That your lonely pen
With its constant frown
Will look for acceptance
As you rub each other down
So cry to one another
About these words
And pat one another
Where you lay your swords
And smile as you kill
And praise while you drill
And write how you miss
Your feelings in the abyss
Poetry died out along with God
Religion is a fable
And so is your nod
Do yourself a favor
And solve your solution
Do yourself a favor
Join the revolution
Christ killed religion
Some call me the Anti-Christ
But I got more sides
Than number seven on the dice
The careless lord and savior
Created idiot man
With a complex behavior
Started making, all these rules
In God’s name we pray
If you don’t your the fool
You can’t be gay
Only white males in my church
If you’re not we will slay
For God our father
Will strike you down
For thinking this wine couldn't have been water
We take this good book from him
Lay down "our" laws
And repute away your sin
For being colored
Is wrong
Can’t you tell the man on the cross has pale skin?
Again you sin, Again you sin,
Again you sin now kneel and pray to "him"
So I started thinking
If the fairy tale man God gave me brain
And if I use it
And I abuse it
Why the fuck cant I say what I want since I am his kid
Stupid cowards can’t you see
That God has a good mind
And you raped his philosophy
Stupid mankind took the words of our Lord
And turned it into your chi
You backstabber
Took his religion and made it your own
To mold your kind to flea
From the illusion
That free will is a one way ticket to hell
So take your man made book of stupid spells
And conjure up an elixir for the death of religion
And YOU killed it, you stupid cowards
Mankind
Man - Kind?
You lost God's w
ords in translation
I guess you can’t speak his lingo of frustration
Stop burning crosses of "your" religion doomed
Wake up and prepare the tomb
For religion is dead.....thanks to you
Stupid cowards......
Silly poets
Thanks for destroying poetry
It was fun while it lasted
Your constant whining, relentless plea
You poets are all alike, filled with hatred
Mad at the world, denouncing lost loves
Heart breaking? Release the white doves
Let me play the violin so you may win an Oscar
For making me cry as I read your disaster
Let me guess, your lost love got married?
Spar with yourself and write it in your deed
“I will not write about the same old creed”
But thanks again for destroying poetry
Seems like you know how to relive history
Here’s a tissue box so you can cry at something
It’s filled with lotion so your little ego won’t sting
Do us a favor and write about the world
Live in someone else’s shoes and not your own
You might find that the picture you are painting
Can be seen by more and not those with hatred
Silly poets, words are for artists
Like that little rabbit you won’t get your feet wet
So run in circles until you get your dictionary
Look up idiosyncrasy and see what it means, really
And when you have wasted your time
Looking up the meaning for most people rhymes
You may then get the feeling
Of what it feels like to sit through your readings
Silly poets, even if you do hate me
I don’t really care because you know I speak the truth you see
One day when you have decided to grow big and tall
You will preach the same to the ones who wish your work to fall
Sesame Street makes more sense than you
Ask Big Bird for a feather to write down a clue
And while you’re at it ask him what rhymes with “Roses are Blue” ……. Silly poets
The knock of improbability
Sitting peacefully, I lay motionless on the deck of my ship
I hear the birds chirping low and the waves put me to sleep
They rock me back and forth as my mother in past did
I feel her presence as the birds fly overhead, they are my herd
As the border of sleep and reality sets in
I hear a distant knocking on the ship’s deck
My eyes drift slowly open but nothing is seen
The birds overhead motion me back to sleep
The birds chirp turns into dogs bark as I drift into dream
I see my childhood pet, my best friend play in the leaves
She looks up at me and opens her mouth
What comes out is not bark but a knocking on the ship’s deck
I escape from my dream my eyes open wide
This time I heard it closer though coming from behind
I look around to see if anything is there
But alas the birds are the only things that stare
As I fall back into the realm of pretend
The same knocking though from hell is louder in my ear
My eyes open wider as the light escaped with fear
The knock is gone away but my heart beats up so near
I can’t sleep no for when I try that knock comes from her
Is it the ship or worse yet does that knock come from here?
I point to my mind though a game has been played
I point to my soul