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AWAKENING MINDS

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F®€€DOM (revised)

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I'm here to say hi again

My name is Leviathan

A supposed wily childish rifleman

Sipping on liquid nitrogen

While chewing Flintstone Vitamins

Abhorring yet storing my glycogen

Here I describe my life again

I'm like a mime in a rhyme best defined

Sort of like a pathogenic pyrogen

I will never cry again

Frozen prosaic highly mosaic 'time of sin'

 

Like stained glass

I'm a pained ass

I drive my 'thought of train' fast

My strains vast

My pain was raised from the ash

Wait, how could we debate the past

About my mental state?

Its an exponentially influential fate

Thus a simple diatribe I culminate when I fulminate

As an architect

I build and create the 'Art of Wreck'

Not impetuously reckless, as I erect this

I produce & direct scripts, to wreck this

If I even cared for an invented hex

I remember my demented ex

I now supplemented sex

Some even complimented

When I spit, my linguals get fermented

I got shingles that incremented and got cemented

 

As my eloquent etiquette

Stems from my multiple personalities having met again

Now we can dissect disrespect and fret again

No more barriers

Like a scandalous vandal, I flew off the handle

Or, like a boring ore, Im off the aircraft carrier

Don’t misconstrue this shrewd dude

I've paid dues, I've made dunes

As I play tunes

Guess I suppressed my other selves

But they ripped through my chest

So now they suggest

I must NOT try to impress

But make persons ingest what I express

Spew out regrets

As I oppress the hardened part of me less

Unless my spinal / scratches the vinyl

I suppose my prose needs a little more analysis

Because eric lee freezes from interactive paralysis

Yet I with single-handedness became analogous

To quantum physics mixed with calculus

Sporadic randomness, spit for savages

That rapidly causes damages, with thankful tactfulness

And manages, to be catastrophically calamitous

Never inert, yet sometimes burping verses of flatulence

And as an antagonistic analyst, I'm scandalous

Hyper animate not inanimate, but miraculous with extravagance

More than magniloquent & magnanimous not unanimous

But obviously a drop of ANONYMOUS for the populace

To roll up and choke when they smoke me like cannabis

I'm a fuming luminous mist yet a nebulous that’s gelatinous

Are you gonna claim you're done having this?

Or try to refute the truth that you're a pu$$Y acting pusillanimous

 

Now, as an activist

I'm a proactive fist

Distracting the land as an Androgen

Dreaming up my past again

Still not happy, guess I gotta do my math again

But my enemy is an effective mental effigy

And eric lee must develop his craft again

Feeling daft although brazen & deft is what's left

No longer living with an internal vacuous cleft

Gotta warm my soul up a bit… I'm beginning to feel a draft again

Stuck in my mental labyrinth so elaborate, I need to activate

Delete any active hate, as Im a proactive mate

Abracadabra, Im like a cadaver RISING UP that needs to acclimate

Guess even my less was the beginning of my best

That would only agitate and aggravate

 

I used to detest my own breath

But became deft a ballsy man of depth

Nevertheless my anger was futile

No longer arguing or anger harboring with mentalities feudal

Screaming and demeaning me so brutal

So I stopped being neutral, and became a pupil to scruples

Began being more honest & truthful, no matter how fruitful

And though our lives are filled with refusal

We no longer seek for approval

Because I came to realize that my mind is a JEWEL

Not everyone thought mutual, of my communal so brutal

But NOW we refrain from disdain and cantankerous strain

And sought for 'Negative Energy Removal'

And ever since, we no longer wince

But our sense of purpose & joy has ONLY quadrupled!

~SkTzO~

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2b2b2 says:

Sick Flow.....Brilliant....ONE
 

love_supreme says:

Man, I dont even know what to say about this one. Nice!

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The Immortal Wize says:

There is so much profound depth to this, I have no words to describe the energy that flowed through this colorful active voice of aspiration.

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