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The Immortal Wize

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Ink in my tears

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when I was young I tried to commit

suicide I just wanted to change my life

I really didn't want to die

I just didn't know how to stay alive

too young to know how to cry

it wasn't for me to decide

I had to obey and abide by

the rules that were applied

what would have become of my

young life if I had died

that's a strange question and I

know the answer why

the truth is I was so mad

I wanted to live to see

my parents to die

angry because they gave me life

I use to lay awake in bed at night

and wish them dead

I couldn't sleep

there was no counting sheep

I felt accountable for my fathers

untimely demise

it caught me by surprise

was it a delayed reaction

or some kind of fatal law

of attraction

truthfully I could be in

solitary confinement

being that I was always

criminal minded

something that helped me

from being victimized

nothing could sneak up on me

or catch me by surprise

I was raised by the devil

so it was real easy

for me to see dirty deeds

in a person’s eyes

I am intrigued by

the secret plans of those

who have plotted

my downfall

the unmitigated gall

of it all and the imagination

behind the machination

I'm as swift as can be

knock me down

turn around and find me

standing

it's too hard to expose

how I rose

to those with no understanding

out of pocket

 like a plane with no landing

my mind projects animated objects

like I'm sitting on the floor in the projects

listening to gunshots

 writing about

sitting in the middle of the ocean

on a yacht

when my life fell apart

I picked up the pieces

put them together

and created art

colored it bright red

with the blood from my heart

looking back to the future

to find what I lost

in the ruins of lost and found

rummaging through hand me downs

tattered rags in torn paper bags

damp cardboard boxes filled with

mildewed doodads

and faded doo rags

in busted plastic bags

unnecessary cargo

is too heavy to tote

it's hard to cast a net

on the right side without a boat

I am... survived by what I wrote

 

 

 

 

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PoeticallyGifted says:

i absolutely love this.

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BITE says:

OMG. YOU ARE DOPE. PAINTED A PICTURE AND COLORED IT RED WITH THE BLOOD FROM MY HEART. I THINK IM IN LOVE!!!

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LP45 says:

Wow, that was great. Nice work here wize dom. Nice work.

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