{Marvelous Chase...}
So the pen is mightier than the sword
good lord
Psychiatrist asked me
what has flagged me to become this.
So I said it was slits & slices
my flesh, sweet pizza
with the topping of the cheesy lifestyle
breezy slight smiles
grins of sin
Getting tired of sayin' who I am
I'm not a poet
becuase I cheated on those exams
I don't want to walk alone
So I'll post under the street lamp
(Did the Carlyle build me?)
to present an examp of full extent
words hurt me,
actions turnt me,
into this monster
that is rarely heard
and to me horrible is no scary term
but every dark worm in my stomach
comes from insults deserved
Can't touch hands
you know shit about
The mirror
is my inside
(As the eyez and pants sag low)
is my straight jacket,
my straight jacket defeats hackin'
In other words
Most geniuses are insane
I'm neither
but I take blame
(Fine then, deal with it)
You cannot have the truth
if it even kills you to think of it
(Drink slushes)
Paradox, blink nothin' of it
Here's my monthly alimony to Poetry,
my wardrobe to a homey
my best breathing book to the lonely
my shoes to the phoneys
last but not least
My legend to a trash can
A mad man, a sad wand
held by a bad hatter
(Legends demise)
Gave everything away
I'm spreaded out
like ideas for Citi Group
here's the missing loop
I can't outdo myself
a belt buckle outshines my face
(Any envy in this Gold?)
Say the man never existed
Ever seen his faith?
Ever seen his grace?
Ever seen his face?
It can't be the red indian face shift
nothing but bones underneath
2 boys in one bod
Did God make a God for to speak?
No.Just one boy tormented by 7 demons
which represents the 7 Ls in the name
An emperor with no reign
An emissary that never arrived nor came
(Who the fuck is this guy?!)
Just a name engraved on a plush crown
and somehow found..
(Myth?)
As if any Jesus ever is...Carlyle |
Submission Name: Mirror:The Carlyle (A poetic suicide)
