An Incognito Poet at his Finest

Ah, sweet sweet haven from the world I call Poetry. A sanctuary for my creativity. Considered "base" of my characters. Here is where I will post all my poetry. I am indeed a poet, so I do have more than 50 poems, so rather make a bunch of topics, rather bunch them in one.

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All Hail my American People!

Well I think I would get out the door
And open my eyes to a world
That had no one guessing before...

Tonight I promised myself I would cry
After the day I lie
But frankly now I just want to die

The sickening and thickening of my generation had nonstop
Of all ears grant to people of sex and sucking the "blowpop"
Oh how I wish life was easier to deal with to not be on top

Whom sings whom laughs who seizes the days
MOVE OUT OF OUT MY WAY
We're breaking through as I say

America! America! Give freedom to thee!
Break me free!
I want to be myself; and myself only to please me!

I'm alone

The world's out to get me

A poet

An incognito Poet

Save. Us.

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Good work, dude. Good work indeed. You should be proud.

Thank you!

Perfect, the Key of Death

Intellectual, Powerful,
Words that describe a man so fluently
For they are usual sorrowful
As man travels the world correctly... occasionally.

As devil haunts, as God sings
The children of those are left unanswered
Awaiting for someone to fly with blacken wings
To grant them wishes, becomes a necromancer

To speak with the loved ones they forgot
Haunting them in dreams and nightmares
Men created, men wrought
Destroyed by men and rebirth from flares

Death can not hold those with purpose
Which is why we are still on this planet
But if windows as dustier as those
Petulant people, all I need to do is write and sit

As the world engulfs in their own madness.

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Comments: Not much of any project really, just a random one.

The second part is even better than the first part, if you don't mind my saying so.

Good work indeed, and congratulations on your induction into the Writers' Group.

Aw... Thank you!

Sitting near the Ocean in New Jersey

Well back then I knew someone very fair
Soft skin large eyes ripe hair
She was one of a kind yet hardly there just the same
There was no possible way to allow a tame
It was raining in our sanctum covers
Aftermaths huddled with unknown lovers
She could talk- we learned to speak in one year
As it went by there were no more tears
It was a long rode to peace
Yet all we did was cease
We had everything lovers had
We blew it and I'm not sad.

Well I'm Mad.
And I'm Bad.

And years later gone by
There was no time to die
As the fire glowed in epic light
Our friend had a baby- unique sight
She stayed with us at our place
Well we broke through the window at a pace
We knocked on the door
But the phone would not answer- the curtains- tore
As her father passed over and her sister is a star
Her mother drinks eternally at a bar
But she remembered New Jersey- the musicians and poets
Grasped by the ocean and the people whom laughed in the silhouettes
She lived down int he valley
As I worked out on the farm rally
We climbed up the mountains and everything's fine
And I'm still here, alive, and you're still there, poor, mine..
We're still around...

We're still not found..
But the tide has turned,
And I have learned,
Not to reveal your game,
Lest others do the same.
and to caress the mane
or your Giant Great Dane,
just to keep you sane.

I hope you don't mind that I continue your poetry..

Great work, by the way.

Tis' fine. owo. I stopped after " We're still around... " to leave somewhat a cliff hanger. But interesting expansion. Owo.

Love Dreams

I opened the door to a new world and had a wide smile
I was psyched out for such a while
It was strange like calculus and never again would I feel this
I grew sad over time so I had the rest...

Don't know what came and don't know what I saw
But I believed it was shadow figures all so tall
It was magnificent;
Yet I felt very insignificant

I looked into my eyes through the mirror and saw a garden rotting
To my vision and knowledge my death was trotting
The times of love will never end
Dreams are dreams this is a love dream again

Never again would I feel this emotion of such ecstasy, my notion was to enjoy it
But I had to ignore it for my own beneficial desires and values I fit
This was not like any ordinary feeling for I am dull
A man a poet a human a soul...

I entered the moon's delirium and laid in the chasm it had there
I enjoyed being alone at to that point- gazing at the stars- uncared
The times of love will never end
Dreams are dreams this is a love dream again

Even now love seems to be fading in our own derision there are still few who believe so
Myself towards my love who I dearly so adore her name brings my happiness off to go
To my generation who cares only of lust sex and sodomy rapes I tell you something
That love can exist wherever you go, no matter how lost you get in your spasm-springs

And this is another love dream again
This isn't the end
HAHAHA.

Enter my love dream I know you want too
There will always be an escape for poets and artist for anyone and you
Enter again in my black but beautiful heart and kiss whom you love on the lips
For another day will never end, love is love, dreams are dreams- there are my tips.

Again, that was absolutely astounding work. Well done on your latest poem.

Thankis. ^w^

When the World Stops Poem Epic.

When the world stops
When the maiden mops
When the balloon pops
When the world stops
We're at the center drop

Turn out your life
Turn out their light
Turn out the sight
Turn out his might

Yeaaa-yeaaahh..

The day the musics over
The day the drunk is sober
The day the last of the clover
In the wretched city of Dover

See the last of the streets
See the last time we meet
See the last time we seat
See the last time cheat

For when the world is stopped for eternity
Without power or serenity
The world will never stop it's tranquility
But will continue it's rapid war in antiquity

I want to hear
And be here

To hear the scream of the faceless faces
Just a bunch of empty spaces

We're getting tired of hanging around
Waiting around with our heads against the ground
We heard a very gentle sound

Underneath the solid rock
Underneath our shoes and socks

What have they done to the earth?

What have they done to our beliefs?

Why did they tie her in fences
Dragged her all usurps

Shhhhhhhhhhh..

....







....







Tell them we don't need a prescription to hide
From the cities of artist hidden inside

When the world is over
When the drunks are all so sober
And begin drinking all around over

Save us!
Save us from our world!
Save us!
Save us!

When the world has stopped with sudden breaks
A trivial advertisement to swim in their lakes
Bunch of music- bunch of fakes
Children equal foods and cakes

Lies shoved down their throats
Letting it flow in their mind like boats
Distracted to know the true hoax
Until the end we can not float

When the world has stopped
When the drunks have dropped
When the fish had flopped
When the maidens mopped

There will never be an end

Never be a perfect end
This horrid trend
Prepare to submit and send
A love letter to your neighbors friend

" I'm looking to reach your hand and hold it
I want you to see the wonders of your mind a bit.

You were EATEN by the LIFE you had now its time to try.
Return it back before you die. "

I want you back in my arms
Warm and cared, there, are no alarms

Come today beside me
I want you to look and see, the
Prisoners for we
The cold gritter and bitter smells like pee

We were lied to everyone

We want the truth and we want it now

For when the world is stopped for eternity
Without power or serenity
The world will never stop it's tranquility
But will continue it's rapid war in antiquity

Tell them we don't need a prescription to hide
From the cities of artist hidden inside

We are the ones who carry souls
Taking one after one eating them whole

When the world stops to a close
Save us from this incident suppose, we can
See a glimmer of light and then we rose
Into a new world, we pose.
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Comments: I do like this one. It is the a very unique poem that I did try my best. Took about 62minutes to write and 32minutes to type it all. Average is usually 41minutes to write and 17 minutes to type. So it is a very unique one, very very long than others. But enjoy. It has a lot of unique messages

Your work gets better and better, I swear it does.

Thanks. ^^

The Prodigious Sanctum Poem Epic
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I'm going to tell you a story
About two young teenagers
Frolicking in the smoke-filled gardens
That even crack dealers would stay away.
Every night around six
The two would light up a campfire
And smoke away their troubles
Their troubles weren't really established
Though it was proven they were having trouble
Like everyone else a part of this world
Whether it's money or deaths
But the two teenagers carried on
Not worrying about school or family
And sustain smoking without care
Their I.Qs slowly decreasing as dawn approached
It had been twelve hours since their last smoke
After fifty months they were found dead
Drugs thrust in their eyeballs
It was concluded to be an accident.

So I ask my friends
" Have you seen the accident at the garden? "
And everyone else just looked at each other
Asking " Did you see it? "
I told them the story of the two teenagers
Both lesbians who took a ride
Away from their troubles
They didn't want to die in an open field
Or an automobile
Poisons or toxins
It was a damn shame they didn't see the accident
I wrote down the brief story
I titled it pretty simple yet understandable
" Ode to the Druggies "
And everyone laughed around my age number
Except my teachers who scolded me
About the title of it that it is against the rules
Well how was I suppose to know 'druggies' is bad?

I went home with a referral
Stating the nonsense that committed
I showed it to my mother and she laughed
So childish that she even called the school
To create more problems but I rather say nothing.

Weekend came
I went to the pawn shop
I ask the pawn vendor
" Hey Mr. Elder-man. "
And he responded back to me
But I stared at him
With my eyes oozing crystal substances
" I wanna Kill you. "
I blurted and the vendor said
" Well go a head I have nothing to live for "
So I shot him in the eyeball
The bullet was lodged in his brain
He was stupid for a second
Soiled himself down his beige pants
I laughed inhumanly
My teeth shaking in spasm movements
My snot turning from gold green to blood red
And my fingers growing persistently
After that day I never looked in anyone's eyes again
I thought it was my end

I felt lustful and free
I desired a place to hide
Hearing about a sanctum over the Mexican border
Crossing there would be my only escape
So I marched down south first to Atlanta
Then marched west to Houston
Straight down to San Antonio
And crossed the border not looking back
I spotted the hiding place I sought
The prodigious Sanctum
Rims as gold as a snake's eyes
Large enough to fill many immigrants from Americans
Walking in there I sat with arms folded
Awaiting my death
However it took much longer than I thought
I was then in such a trance that I was in an island
With two girls smoking marajuana
The girls involve with the accident from before.

For seven years I spent my life on that island
Playing the strange games with the women on that island
They told me never trot north but I did
I saw the ancient temple of Exile
And looked around the halls of paintings
I then awoke from my slumber
Only to find I was merely disporting myself
So I walked out the Sanctuary that was prodigious
And I saw billions of people looking at me
Waiting for an answer
I stood up with a strange staff to my left hand
I looked at them all and I said
" For many years I had hide away from you all
Just like today's society hiding the artist
I prove to you that there are still artist out there
Whether poetry or drawn
So I ask of you fellow originals
Who here wants to carry out the tradition of creativity
If you responded yes then follow me
Cause we are heading to the town of my birth
And we will repel the insolence with our pencils
Our minds vast as the story of God
We will unleash such terrible vengeance
That the very story of our courageous efforts
Will be much more vast than the original Bible of Christianity! "
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Comments: Not sure how to explain this but this IS a poem. It's basically a progressing story of a poet that wandered far beyond expectations. It's strange so try to understand it. Not sure if it is good or not nor am I expecting it to be good. Enjoy