A LIFE TIME OF PAIN

A LIFETIME OF PAIN

(I think)

When I think of life I think of pain
when I think of work I think of slavery
when I think of people I think of danger
when I think of time I think of short
When I think of school im thinking bullshit
when I think of church I think of rules
when I think of rules I think of Jail
and that is how I see this life to be

when I think of money I think of death
when I think of death I think of peace
when I think of love I know it does
cause when I think of it, I smile it was
when I think of success I think it sucks
when I think of freedom I think nonsense
when Im thinking nonsense I write poetry
and that is how I see this life to be

Mythical_Poet




 GOLD DIGGERS

Three friends went into the Forrest one day
all they were searching for gold
starting together they maintained good pace
but soon got tired and hungry in place
the first one said I will go my way and so
he took the wide path down the yellow patch
but sooner he reached nowhere a bear met him
and that was the end of that.
the second traveler decided to stop and rest
climbed a tree and had a good view of the see
but a snake found him there he could go nowhere
and that was the end of that
the last one, here is what he did he kept
going did not stop sooner he reached a cliff
realized there is no gold mine so he said fine
 turned back and never crossed the line
behold untold in the ground a shiny object
he picked it found a stream washed it up
looked in and saw a image in it, the gold.

JOHN THE POET

JOHN THE REVELATOR OR JOHN THE POET

John the poet who didnt know it
john reveals what men must feel
john the great or john too late
john writes in lines and verses
john opens those hidden curses
who can crack lines in Johns book
except 144,000 who take a look

WE ALL CRAZY

WE ALL CRAZY

Walking men sleep in lions den
a thin line to pay the price
all the world seeks a toy
playing games in lions den
the jungle calls a one today
non to pass or glance her way
if all could the brighter side
stand in jungle non can hide.

GENIUS MINDS

Genius minds lead the blind
those to follow none behind
a thin line to pay the price
the walking dead live awhile
non can come to genius land
but all who flee earthy hand
sitting towns mind a curse
writing pain inside a verse

FUNNY FACES

FUNNY FACES

Teenage years escalate these tears
secret affairs what has no name
this crush could kill this fantasy
Im finally realizing that I need help.

Somethings wrong that feels so right

where is the switch wheres the light
where can I go?I dont know
this thing is so subtle so slow.

I dont understand it, I cant deny it

cursed with moods that have no end
I cant escape this  pit im in
 how can riding high ever be sin.

Sometimes  happy, sometimes  sad
north pole and south pole
where is my equator?
rage and passion poured in hot fashion
I fear the worst is yet to come.

My mind has a mind of its own
If it were not for these poems
how would I cope? Im on a rope.

Its all psychologic, minds on dope
Im burnt out so tired so weak
time is slowed to turtoise pace
how can I ever endure this race.

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ARE ARTISTIC PEOPLE INSANE?

ARE ARTISTIC PEOPLE INSANE?

Well let me see, we spend most our time alone
hearing things with wings flying high unknown
respond to things with wings we claim we see
nobody believes we see what we see when we see
slowly drifting on the low clouds of melancholy
then up like a shooting star goes the artists.

mind has a mind of its own a mind unknown
even when we think we're sane we from from plane
paranoid doesn't even begin to explain
the sad the happy, the mad the dandy
rational insanity part of the perfect package
creative thoughts build to brew some damage

Are artistic people insane? I really dont know
ask the countless stars pill popping pow dead
one to the head, now a tortured  mind with led
too much fire for desire, emotions swept crept
all the way to heaven hell a earth bound spell
childhood nightmares, pain pouring pressures

relax by any measure hedonistic fantasy easy
thrill seeking junkies parties weed smoking
self destructive hot heads-no break pads
raging, drooling on the edge of glory
listen very keenly to the artists story
always doutin what to do, few make it past 32.

So next time you hear an artist ranting
about some voice, some sight you never seen
dont be mean listen keen dont cause a scene
waiting for aliens, spaceships from startreks
sitting on hills counting talking to the skies,
be nice try to see the world through their eyes

Are artistic people insane? We're not to blame
for hearing sounds of God talking calling warning
from hills on lonely mountain tops it dont stop
its that voice of reason of choice, that noise,
let me see we live on playground called moody
up and down on that swing riding the waves.

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MY MIND

MY MIND

My mind has a mind of its own
it travels a road not known
here there a little everywhere
before it decides to come home
I don't understand how it works
from time to time it lurks
I keep it tamed what has no name
or else I fear to be the blame
a secret love shared with my heart
much secrets seen from end to start
I do my best to keep in check
a mind that proves a nervous wreck


  DANGEROUS

One of a kind, one of the last that you will find
look for a sign, times up for busta rhymes
searching the streets, rising above the defeats
never relaxed, on top running the tracks
dangerous game, you play safe a dangerous win
dangerous pact to last long you dangerous sin
like dangerous minds watch out for dangerous kinds
looking heads up like soldiers times of the signs

Mythical_Poet

SUCCESS

U choose to serve God you set yourself up for failure

dare to be a Daniel dare to be different, you must have heart
because Satan loves a challenge and wants to do some damage
if perfection is a ladder then failure are the steps
but there is a reward for climbing and wanting to grow
and there is a great joy in reaching the top
the further you go so dont look back

Think of the worse and most dangerous animal you know
man is a more dangerous animal than that

ONE DAY AT A TIME

ONE DAY AT A TIME

Everyday im moving on everyday im keepin strong
lightin up writing rhymes thinking up better times
keep it real keep it real everything I speak I feal
streams flow effortless humility reigns the best
a lyrical animal dont ask me what I am on
can take credit for this one, now onto the next one
simple words simple flows, simple is the way to go
never been a bully no, keep it calm and spiritwal
watch it now and catch the flow, ini mini myni mo
katch a poet by his toe and if you ever let him go

lol

writing rap style poetry this music is so lovely
so tell me hows it gonna be,isnt this a tragedy
growing up you couldnt see,blinded by the trickery
money making more money, economy is so funny
go school get the grade finish now you getting paid
major this major that, major every thing in fact
gave all what you got reached the top  didnt stop
system a catastrophy misleading humanity
causing much insanity, much are lost to vanity
better find serenity,  escape the severity

(again)

Flashback,life you lived. did you realy realy live
or did you take and take instead of give and give
pleasure in this melody touch this heart inside of me
angelic so heavenly enought pain to set me free
poetry you ruined me butchering the old old me
words live on immortally like how sounds recapture me
go places u never seen, travel worlds u never been
blowin breath in these words, my poetry will be heard
writing books,bigger blogs, painting poems picture logs
And I will always touch the sky even if I never try.

HOUSE ON FIRE

HOUSE ON FIRE

A rich man had a house, and in that house he lived well.
he loved that house but did not do well by it
he had servants in that house and many laborers in it
and whenever it would rain the poor of the village men
women and children would rest under its sheds,
then the rich man would see what they do and remove them.

One day while the rich was asleep a fire kindled at the
lower portions, the servants and those beneath gave
a warning to all those in the house shouting
house on fire!, house on fire!, but the rich man was
all the way on the last floor that he could not
hear and worse he was fast asleep.Few people
did hear and manage to come out of the house
and they were safe before the house collapsed
except the few, no one else was saved. because
they did not hear, even though the warning was given.

WHEN THEY COME TO TAKE ME

WHEN THEY COME TO TAKE ME

When they come to take me
when they come to take me I go with Jesus
when they come to take me
when they come to take me I go with Jesus
I am not afraid see
I am not afraid he told me it would happen
standing on the glass see
standing on the sea dont cry for me
its over there's no worry
it is finished, finished, no more worry
watch out and you gone see
you gone see him come in clouds of glory
fuck it this world bores me
its over for your system end of story
said fuck it this world bores me
its over for your system end of story.

IT WAS WRITTEN

IT WAS WRITTEN

And it was written
we shall be changed and taken
grow and heal live and feel
all a part of life's big wheel

what I write is real
nothing in life is guaranteed
so every day just sow a seed
dont be sure life start tomorrow
live with joy better with sorrow
And it was written-we shall overcome
so endure the sun for it wont be long

 

Mythical_Poet

SAYING

Jommy jew has friends but few who lived to do many new
works for you thats when he knew his call is true