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"God is a comedian, playing to an audience too afraid to laugh."
Voltaire

Seven-Deuce
By TBird


You wanna know this me,
Then listen to this poetry.
Like the motion in the ocean, we.
Goin’ with the flow in me,
So soon you’re gonna see.
It’s the.. Seven-Deuce against Aces and Kings.
Making me wake shakily after facing these dreams.
Yeah I’m still chasing a dream, hastily it seems, but it’s making me freeze,
Doing what I can to be at peace , yeah I’m gauging the breeze, erasing the trees.
The designated drunk taking the keys.
There’s.. one for my heart, and two for my brain, three just in case my soul ain’t slain
I feel for the dame, I’ll deal with the pain, so I spit at the moon and kicked at the rain.
And it’ll.. stay the same as they weigh the change, staking the claims,
Adding to the chains with brainless blame, breaking the veins,
I’m going insane within the flames.
Yeah... just some bumps that got wavy,
Little lumps in the gravy,
So a couple of chumps wanna hate me...
That’s okay, ‘cause my pump’s still waiting.
Hehehe...
Tired of them takin’ kindness for weakness,
Fired up and hatin’, leavin’ me speechless,
Mired by forsaken, I’m liking their speeches,
About to leave these leaches for beaches.
Yeah, sooner or later, I’ll break the haters,
The snakes and fakers, the rakes and placators
I'm content to rattle this, raising a battle fist,
Becoming a catalyst, it’s rad, yeah.. spicy like a radish, b!tch.
I’m feeling cold and needy, old and beaten,
No proceeding after I roll by rollin heated.
I'm healing from emotional wounds is all.
I’m feeling better, but it's gonna leave a scar.
It's got me thinking hard...
Like who I am, and who they are.
Thinking on days my friends were gone.
Meeting the fates to mend a wrong.
Scheming on ways to end this song.
Leave, it’s okay, you’ve stayed too long.

Money is our mutual friend
That makes us who we are
It moulds us, scolds us, and consoles us
It is our beating heart

Money is our mutual friend
It is our very pulse
It helps us choose who to use
It makes us act so false

Money is our mutual friend
That decides where we sit
It makes us rich, it makes us poor
It makes us shapes to fit

Money is our mutual friend
That makes us snort and sneer
It finds us, blinds us, disinclines us
It turns us to veneer

Money is our mutual friend
That keeps us from the cold
It is a fiendly fireplace
It rips out every soul

Money is our mutual end
That makes us what we are
It moulds us, holds us, and controls us
It’s tearing us apart

Mosh, not everyone has the courage to admit this truth. Great piece.

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Life is a lesson. Learn from it.

He that is of the opinion money will do everything may well be suspected of doing everything for money.

Benjamin Franklin

The ice in my glass is melting
Liquid drawn from solid
But it was never solid in the first place
Just an illusion
The same in another form, another guise
Beheld as rigid, firm, but proven otherwise
When thrown into an unfriendly atmosphere
All that’s known is lost
All assumptions shunned
Questions

As I watch what was once rigid
Assimilate with the warm dark liquor
I imagine the tastes bond, weakened
Tainted, stained
Some would say diluted, others softened
Polar breezes eased, spices cooled
A matter of taste
Questions

The glass begins to sweat
A cold sweat
Punctuated by greasy smears
My declaration of uniqueness
My mark on a dull life
Of cleansing and filling and emptying
A life spent in transit
Perspiration runs off the glass
Saturating the world around it
Questions

I stand helplessly watching
As you cry yourself to sleep
It’s hard when you’re out of love
To see your own beauty

You’ve been hurt by life
That’s clear for all to see
But you can get through this torment
On that day you’ll be happy

Don’t lose hope with life
Even when it’s so profane
Don’t turn your back and walk away now
Time will heal the pain

Things will never change
If you always run from them
Remember that, as you walk through the door
I will always be your friend

Don’t cry another tear
Don’t regret the past
It’s never too late to breathe in life again
Enjoy it while it lasts

The Best

On the corner in the rain
There is a broken man
The khaki has faded from his coat
The remnants of the past
His eyes are glazed with mourning
As time makes him a waste
But no one sees nor cares to look for
This lonely, broken man

THAT OLD FLAME
by Tushka Hill

That old flame, a strange yesterday.
Sealed up tight, mired in our ways.
Decaying and split, Flirting with Murphy
Centrifugal force, letting it hurt me.
Mysterious book, left with no cover.
Unsolicited pain, deftly, the slow lover.
My curtain call, screened by the sun.
Imprinted deep, seething might be fun.
Stale, locked up, recorded in time
And yet, and yet, it buried this guy
Sun up, Moon in the sky
Sun down, Blooming the mind
A spirit in seclusion, concluding the call
Alone in the dark, confused as I fall
A door opens, cold in my dream
Rummaging the world, boldly it seems
Smoke in a twirl, the medicine met
Cloaked in a whirl, betting it wept.
Slide to a halt, Red in a dress
Unwelcome neighbor, left me a mess.
Keys to my heart, unbroken the lie.
Please let it part, closed in the light.
A poison cross, illuminating day
Loving the lost, consummate and pray.
Desperate in hope, cold deadly hands.
Failing to cope, old bread demands.
Brazen and hard, yielding it’s not
Living the part, sealed in and shot.
Running, jogging, walking, slowing,
Loving, mocking, stocking, glowing.
Too many times, this soul failed to sail
You gave me life, then gold, but bailed in my hell.
My heart aching, my heart it sings
Carved in Hades, I’m broken it seems.
I tried, and I lost, I can’t win them all
I died, what a cost… now watch as I fall.

Hi everyone im new too this forum. I find words and the way they use to be extremely intricate and significant. I wrote a short poem my self and would like to see if anyone can tell me what its about.

The Master of Kings

The master of kings be no master to me so I please
But please, no one can appease
So long as we breath but live not as trees
We remain on our knees at the thrown of king green
-dreamboat