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Im trapped in this life of mine
Created by failures and disappointments
But they say everybody hurts
Just really didn't think I had enough
but just as I cherish the precious joy
still everybody hurts, just some more than others.

If I leave tonight, will I be missed?
constant struggles, cut myself to watch me bleed
maybe I can purify this tainted body
The tainted mind and feelings that I hold inside.

Everybody hurts
Why does it have to hurt like this.

A Pain Stricken Robin
With A Bitter Song
As The Days and Nights
Grow Ever Long
Yearns For Peace
And Comforts Of His Home
With Another Bird
To Call His Own
The Sands of Time Slip By
The Pain Now Stronger In His Eyes
With A Single Tear He Starts To Cry
His Time Has Come
It’s Time to Die
His Pain Is Over
He Is No More
A Desperate Sparrow
Knocks at His Door
Waiting To Be Loved
For Ever More.
His Body Lays and Rots Away
The Sparrow Has Since Flown Away
He Missed His Chance at Happiness
In This World.

The Rain Drips from the overflowing Gutters
Landing atop My head Soaking to the bone
The peace I once had, Knowing I was
protected from the rain, Is now a fading
memory. If only I could go back in time to
when the gutters were not filled with anger
and resentment toward one another. Another
time, where they worked to protect me. It
seems the storm is just too strong. I am no
longer shielded from it's wrath. At least
the rain will hide the tears, as I watch My
parents say goodbye, Leaving me alone to
drown in the sorrow of the storm.

I,m Down in a hole
With no where to go
Locked in this trap
Inside my mind.
Let me ask my inner self
When no one is around
Talking to shadows
For answers unsure
Pick like the game show
But pick the right door.
If not you will end up
Among the shadows,
Down in a hole.

The twisting and turning, space and time.
My head about to explode, pulling my spirit from my body.

I feel it twist through the synapses, along the serotonin levels of time
to begin to make me "Normal" The label I heave been given.
Electric shocks, bolts of lightning from my brain, fire rapidly.

A pain and despair I cannot help. For fire lights my spirit, and electric is my sword.
Remove from me this crown of hate for it binds in the lightning, and may not strike, but only myself.
I am one.

A synapse.

NEON NEGATIVITY

Take for instance this morning when I awoke next to my brother stuck and stifled in the hood
That ain’t no f*****g good
But good gains its power because bad is serving Satan and good is bowing to your god?
S**t…my god’s been on the nod since winkin killed blinkin
Or I shot Lincoln
No, Marley shot the sheriff
And I know he didn’t kill the deputy
Because that was me

Funny thing though,
ain’t no saviors to be found in the hood
And that ain’t no f*****g good
I see the projects which project profound poverty as a plague
And the visceral veins of a body eclectic which appear very vague
Opaque one might say
Or even two can say opaque
And both be on the take
Bribed to be brutal and bribed to be blind
That’s the men who stick a badge upon their chest
Because in the hood the color blue stands for authentic authority figures
But a young mind finally figures out that blue is the problem
Spilling red from tomorrow’s possibilities
And then there are the ones who simply want to check out
So they get surrounded by cops with laser weapons aimed precisely and well
Oh what the hell?
Red dots dancing all upon his chest
“Don’t move” screams blue
“now boy, drop”
But he makes a move for an invisible weapon
And that’s what we here in the hood call suicide by cop
Yep, waking up in the hood
don’t do nobody no god damned good
© 2011 Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

THE HEVENTIES

This man had a plan, man
Yet I never considered a bridge the seventies would be made to span, man
Either everything I dreamed of would die and turn unto dust
Or the universe would agree with the topic we two had discussed
The universe and I agreed that I owned the nineteen seventies until they end
And that was my right even the universe would defend
I wasn’t so much a rebel as I was a letch lost in the woods
But back in the seventies you could always find me in the wrong neighborhoods
If it was of an urgent matter that you had I’d make time for you
And I was the man to see if you wanted something illicit to do
I owned midnight, noon, and I owned music and the moon
And the dances people did were always to my tune
Then, when the sun would wave its way away
I realized there was now one less day
One less day since I owned the seventies and all it comprised
But I would never be bought down since the seventies wouldn’t be compromised
It felt beneficial to awake and know you owned today
Yet comprehend that the inevitable will eventually turn my hair gray
And then came New Year’s Eve to welcome in a new year
Alas I was the only one to shed a sorrowful tear
Because what I did when I owned the seventies attracted the attractive ladies
ALAS, I remember a tender ten years until the seventies gave way to the eighties
© 2011...Pheeepoetree….~free cee!~
Phree

A DISTINCTION WITHOUT A DIFFERENCE

I had to keep on the run
From the horizon to the sun
So I ran
Only always as a different man
One day I decided to be with the F.B.I.
I wouldn’t have had breath if I didn’t lie
I learned to steal I.D. and put my picture instead
Again things became banal so I started treating people in a hospital bed
I yearned to be a doctor in the emergency ward
So I went about forging diplomas so much I eventually grew bored
So then I got me a badge which is hard to believe
But I’m telling you, it’s a real gas to deceive
Fools don’t really check things out if you appear as they think you should
I was a mechanic and I did it real good
Suddenly I had a hankering to become a defender of the poor
So I forged some documents and a lawyer walked through the courtroom door
Now, I suppose, you’re going to ask me about the people I left behind
I didn’t find it sad to leave but many of them stick to my mind
But when you don’t know who you really are
And feel as if you’re simply an earthly scar
I felt like an infection who inflicted fiction fantasies and tales
And yes, of course I’ve talked my way out of many prisons and/or jails
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

GROWING YEAR BY FEAR

By one I was done
I didn’t know what to do at two
Believe me, I was far from free at three
Four was a bore
At five I didn’t wish to survive
At seven I was ready for heaven
I learned how to astronomically hate at eight
Then at nine I took to wine
I was repulsed by most men at ten
I learned there is a Hell and Heaven at eleven
no one cared to delve in to 12
ain’t much I hadn’t seen by thirteen
Times I didn’t cause havoc were lean at fourteen
The universe turned mean at fifteen
And I was mentally sick at sixteen
I O.D.’d and it was heaven I swear to have seen at seventeen
At eighteen I was finally set free and ran with every degenerate denigrated by disgust and dehydration the rich chose to ignore
And at nineteen….well, need I say more?
© 2011.…Phreepoetree

Just let me write one more
~ I will not say but one more ~

I could write and write
~ and it would be one more ~

So many like to read and go to the
~ the next to say it was one more ~

I find it hard to think it is just
~ one more to write ~

We often wonder why we hear it
~ is going to be one more ~

Then as you finish reading this
~ it is one more time ~

~~~JUST ONE MORE TIME ~~~
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