Discussion in 'Poetry Realm' started by Mind~$oul, Sep 25, 2006.
Write about someone who is pretending to be someone or something that he is not.
i like this one cause this is wat the next poem im writing is about....how did u know??
The great pretender...
Why, is it me?
Tainted and fearful of pleads
the deeds are at steak, mistakes grown from fate
the state is full of black men with bars in hand
the sands fall, never to run out for them
forever filling life to the brim of doubt, is sin.
Is it the chaos?
The wars fought, the gates shut
the faith smuts, stuck in ruts of dirt and ash
rebirth is a loud laugh, monotone
forced to roam the unknown,
Enter the underworld
Is it our World?
To play delusional games
Slowly spinning on unbalanced equinox
the sun can’t kiss the moon,
he's being who he's not
Our time on earth runs out on love--s plane
cheated two times- day and night unequal
see the sequel, we as people are shamed?
clothes change, hair bangs, fades, gold fangs
underneath reality cringes,
churns to see something
Is he someone?
that star falling that moon rising
that wind breezing,
seize the moment
a man consumed by who he is not
Is like a lie to penetrate a woman’s womb
Yes it is you,
A myth of illusions describes he who is false
So understand the bars held in hands
the sour of blocks
the cower of cops alone
the gun blast of our own through homes
all alone in vanities lost insanity
of not knowing who we really are
The Great Pretender.......Yeah!
i'll jump in and edit this post
i got you mind
Tell me how would you describe yourself?
By the ways others perceive you OR?
Do you really know who you are?
Now you can pretend like you know the answer
But true fully how would you know?
All your life you have been told the same thing
By your friends, family, acquaintances, basically everyone
Could everyone be pretending, lying to you?
Is that even possibly conceivable in your thought process
Or is it so obvious that everyone just ignored it
Could you imagine waking up not being "You?"
Your whole life so far basically just a dream
To start over from scratch with no help from anyone
Tears now stream down your cheeks as u look into yourself
Did you really think you could just ignore it forever?
Depression is not a temporary problem,
It takes a life time solution
Anyone can say you look so happy
But true fully how do you know?
Envisioned imprisoned in a tomb warm as the womb
My morning is mourning my morning is noon
Positioned I assume to loom within doom
I recognize reality and fume
I split sticks of cigars and fantastic candy bars
getting lifted and lit into the night wearing a ice grill
I play fight till midnight is daylight swearing lifes ill
No impoverished cloaks or broken homes filled with locs
all I see is postive except how I live
Except how I give shortened straws
To scholars with flaws of admiration of outlaws
Desire for less exudes the very crest of my flesh
Chasing friction in fiction misspelling and expelling my diction
A paused cause of keeping phony falsehoods so real
A confused ruse I choose the zeal of mass appeal
Finding that my imperfections are so blinding
That this addiction to masquerades is so binding
you guys are the bomb
The first casualty was yesterday.
Torn jeans torn to infinity, a pallete of colors, red as blood.
On my Earth, battered by meteors
Dancing on orbit to the music of NOW
the second mask was bought yesterday.
Eyes that see all but everything
And observe the nothing with surgeon's care.
Horns upon my head. A trumpet on my lips.
Marching to the beat of free minds falling.
Falling with a thud upon the mortuary floor.
The third house was entered yesterday.
Broken windows. Broken locks.
Broken chimneys, blowing steam like Hell's infernos.
There's blood on the street next door.
Someone's going to get arrested, my idol.
Or maybe my god. I follow them like a disciple
They are my Jesus, my Gahndi, my Buddha, my Kon Fu Zhi
Maybe I'll be arrested someday,
The fourth masquerade was concieved yesterday.
I wasn't arrested this time. I totally
tried to buy my soul back in the form of Prada.
I bought it in tenfold. My soul's still freezing.
I lied for a fifth time today. I don't do that.
A new sun rises each day. Glistening blonde.
Shining red. Or a burning brunette.
I follow the sun.
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