Read 99 The Assassination of Dark Poetry Page 5

waste your time

  You must lay your last brick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Anger is my friend

 

 

  As I feel this rage is setting in

  my loneliness has now a friend

  it grows until i cannot win

  it grows until my hope is sin

  the power comes not from within

  the power comes but from your grin

  the things it says does not make sense

  the things it does it without hence

  the rage is growing from your dense

  the rage is rising around the fence

  the joy is no longer now it’s here

  the power is tall without your fear

  the darkness grows until we hear

  the darkness is yours now mine to steer

  the pain was alone until it came

  the pain felt right but not the same

  welcome friend my angry son

  welcome to your lonely home

  you are here to stay and roam

  to feed in my mind forever grown

  the fields of life are dying slow

  now you’re here they will not grow

  for you my angry lonely friend

  are mine to cherish again no win

  darkness came to my mind

  anger left it from behind

  anger came to keep me free

  or so it said when it left me

  it will return to keep my glee

  as i smile back to heavens tree

  the blood runs true on angers back

  as the knife of life is placed with tact

  finally i am alone again

  to win another day and defeat my friend

  for it will return to keep my glee

  but i wait that day with a new reprieve

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  skool of atheist

 

  It was my first year of school

  my was I the fool

  I still laugh and think how cruel

  but instead I'll think twice

  and pretend it was nice

  After all it was the school of Christ

  The priest that had taught me

  Gave me a crayon and fought me

  To color inside of the lines

  And when I questioned why

  He looked at me so sly

  "If you don't you WILL go to hell, don't cry"

  I dried the tears and thought for a while

  HE then hit me.....I gave in with a smile

  "Priest , can you color in the lines?"

  He replied "Of course I can"

  "God will guide my hand"

  and pulled out a crayon and tried

  and when he was done

  he looked far none

  "God guided my hand and kept it from the overrun"

  "That’s not so bad, you did not even blink"

  "That’s not so bad for a man who cannot think"

  For I have a mind of my own

  I cannot help it if you lost your tone

  For if God wants me to be

  Whatever I want to be

  He will give me the crayon and tell me to run

  Small equals sin

 

 

  He could not walk

  Barely could he talk

  But he knew the way

  Escape his day

  Longing for friends

  No one saw him until the end

  Said he is too small

  Short...unknowing his fall

  Arrogance gets us all

  But he did stand tall

  Four foot tall...

 

  Don't pick him

  Small equal’s sin

  HE can never win

  Short equals him

  Short did he stand

  Ever giving was his hand

  Shun so did we

  To he...

  Now he will be

  Alone...why can’t we see

  What we did to he

 

  Flight he cannot

  Run...Why? there’s no plot

  Crawl this he may

  Short he won’t stay

  For he will rise one day

  Strike down with dismay

  For remember the day

  That we made his array

  That short was his way

 

  Eyes are blind with thee

  Said he..

  You could really never see

  Said he...

  The reason I am small

  The reason I can’t fall

  The reason you always flee

  From me...

  Now you will see

  I was not on feet...but on bended knees

  Fixing all...

  For those who are small

  You children..now you see

  I was kneeling down to thee

  Helping them for they don't see

  What you see...

  They have dignity...

 

  They stand tall

  You are small

  I can’t fall

  I help them all

  Arrange you’re like

  Step up...

  remove your knife

  Dig them up

  From the ground you did bury

  Pay attention

  They are wary

  Small they be

  For you they see

  For you they flee

  For you they recede

  For you they bleed

  For you they heed

  For you...

 

  So you are small

  Not I..I am tall

  Took your place

  So they won’t fall

  Bells ring..

  Ding..Ding..

  Get them all

 

 

  Your spawn now stands tall...

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Revenge of the soldier

 

 

  For how long, have you won the fight

  And how wrong, has your life been white

  For no song, can bring down your height

  Your moves gone, as you lose hope at night

 

 

 

  I remember, when you left me to die

  Mid December, when the kids were so high

  I was an ember, of the movement to fly

  You clan member, searching for the dark one so sly

 

 

  Now feel, my wrath as for you I do come

  With steel, from the dark side of the dumb

  It’s not real, you scream sucking your thumb

  As you kneel, begging forgiveness of your slum

 

 

 

  And now heed, as my sword enters deep

  Your soul feeds, off my pain so discreet

  As you bleed, your heart does skip a beat

  For you plead, for your life to end with speed

 

 

 

  I
laugh, as you die now with ease

  On behalf, of the ones who cant squeeze

  I draw a graph, of your way down to the trees

  With no staff, no help now as you freeze

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Cant please the devil

 

 

  There’s no pleasing the Devil for he is dead

  Shot in the face by one of his own men

  The bullet was inscribed with the initials J.C.

  Could this the janitor Juan Carlos's deed?

  Hell no, pardon the pun forgive me

  The time of death was 11:34 in the eve

  The gun lay low still in the devils claw

  Did the crazy son of a b1tch shoot out his own jaw?

  I doubt that he would commit suicide

  If he did he would have gone out with some more pride

  Like taking out a school bus filled with Jehovah winners

  Or running children over in a Mercedes with 22" spinners

  So let me see what spells J.C.?

  Could it possibly be the one who died for me?

  I doubt that as his book says though won’t kill

  But then again his speakers finger children till they spill

  The verdict is up to you but don’t forget the robe

  As you become the judge so crude and blame it on the globe

  If it were up to me the obvious one with the initials J.C.

  Jesus Christ killed the devil, what about the time you see?

  11:34 is ironic for the devil to have fell

  Flip the numbers upside down and it will surely spell h-e-l-l

 

 

 

 

 

  Back for good

 

 

  Absence makes the heart grow fonder

  Did you miss me? A question for you to ponder

  Even if you said you did not you are a liar

  The bad ones back and it’s you that I am after

 

  Before you jump through some hoops to look better

  Paint your nose red to end all illusions of laughter

  Drive in your little car that shoots water from the bumper

  And crash in the fire pit created by me the helter skelter

 

  Did you miss the way I used to play with your mind

  Ask you pointless questions in ever setting rhyme

  Makes you wonder how I can be so good at telling lies

  What rhymes with stupid? Look in the mirror see your demise

 

  As you get tattoos of pointless things on your body

  Wasting the talent of art you scream for a lobby

  Except no one can hear you cry as the ink bleeds

  Into your skin you are marked like a farmer does to his pig

 

  Branded from life is this what you meant to do

  Pointless ink can’t hide what its covering in you

  Just as the numbers on the arms of all those harmless Jews

  Marked to die your day will come as you kneel on the pew

 

  Die for him for he died for us they said

  Bunch of bullshit he committed suicide for what? the dead?

  Gimme a break take the good book back to Disneyland

  Tell Mickey Mouse to keep it locked with the Pirates of Caribbean

 

  For he is much more a God to me

  I can see his lies and deceit unlike the hero of creed

  Glad you know who’s boss in this underworld

  Better get a clue before you brand yourself in swirl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  On the seventh day god created kryptonite

 

 

  Adam and Eve is where we came

  God created them in all their shame

  As time went on God had to reframe

  For what he created had no blame

 

  The all mighty pondered a few

  Then realized his creations had no flu

  He sought out to sabotage them with a clue