The most deep and profound personal poems I've ever done will go here. I do not, as a rule, write when I'm seething mad, but I couldn't help it.
Misery moves amongst me like watercolors of molecular DNA
I see the pain of a friend lying bare on white sheets bled black
The hideous heretic loving heart I’ve fallen for
Has bled out, dried out and left Lady Pain to adore me
I hate everyone around me
Because I have to hide the thing I feel I must be
I have to hide every negativity, and smile and pray religiously
Because if I don’t, I’m as good as dead to my friends
Yet I’m alive for the pathetic journey
And Misery moves amongst me
I’m in a program of study where I can’t even be in spirit with a buddy
It lies there in its bed, dreaming of things it wants, it needs and it begs to have
It sits there, listening to its lingering friends talk about politics, and cultish religion
“Join us”, its friends say
No! I am not it!
I am an angry believer!
I scream at every hardship for God to fuck off!
“Why the FUCK was I born, if my life was going to be trapped within four walls that I can’t escape!”
I feel just like the father I deep down don’t know!
I pause, closing my eyes
My true Father is here.
He’s there, where the muse isn’t, guiding me to write His lines
Because with this poem, I might just save a life
I’ve realized that blood means nothing to the Man Up High
That my emotions, are His as well as mine
We hide our minds in little cocoons of what we think He is
Design universes around those cocoons
And then ask Him, why we can’t escape.
And then the bough breaks