The Immortal Wize

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Why We Cry

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a baby cries because its hungry how does the baby know its hungry ? It hurt it hurt to be hungry hunger is painful matters what one hungers for it's a uncomfortable feeling where does it hurt does hurt like a toothache does it hurt like a headache is hunger a stomach ache the person holding a sign @ the intersection isn't the only one who will work for food we all work for food we need to be fed we'll do anything for food ask the prostitute who really didn't want to sell her body if she's being honest she'll tell you she was hungry FDA ??? food is a drug we addicted can't live without it some of us can't miss a meal if we go one day we ready to kill we'll die without it in our system there's a pain we felt since birth but still can't explain where it hurt

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

Fires & Floods

all non disclosure agreements are now null and void no legal force binding power or validity exist in this monumental time of exposure any longer if it's in the ground it's coming out the dirt all things will be unearth no matter who it hurt it's time to see the word be done

Years Before The Wind

I didn't know where you were going but I seen where you went you think your whereabouts is unknown you think you can't be found out what you don't know is I see you now in a shroud of shrubs trying to hide to survive exposer to the sun it's too hot to be inside it's too cold to be alone it's been that way since you been gone I been counting the days and still don't know how long it's been since then

Transport of Delight

having fun doing something like a child playing with a toy brings one joy it pays to find one's joy you do yourself great service doing what you enjoy doing it pays to take note of what brings you joy what's your drug of choice what gives you a buzz what's your pill what gives you a thrill do you need a refill of what's in your cup are you creative enough to create recreation how good is your imagination to conjure up enough pleasure to behold

The Fateful Part

on the battlefield trying to win like a tree up against strong wind fighting to hold onto roots

The Tear

you never said what you never said to me or maybe you said it before but never said it to me don't get me wrong I don't want you to say it now that's not how I want to hear it from you I don't think time will ever allow another time to be other than now if I were to say I don't care anymore could it mean that I'm being insensitive and lack empathy treat me as if I don't feel and think it does nothing to me cupid aimed for the heart but the arrow passed through me explaining how the hole got there in case you were wondering

Inridescent

writing poetry is my laurel my yesterday today and if be tomorrow casted in a horror eyes closed clutching my morals passing through portals walking on time that's borrowed shall darkness fall on hope to see a spark of tomorrow's tuning fork to the sound of harps aligning Sirius star beams gleaming through the iris of Aquarius goddess of knowing the precise fiery frequency to be

Denote

if a word could talk it would tell you its name the name would be the word

Noble Fire

the system is rigged for me to fail but I will not fail I will prevail endure and go on to pass the test destine for greatness design prescribe consign to be one of the best

Object Of Fascination

world change changed us we will never be the same wishing for better days instead of working towards making our days better I don't care if aliens fall out the sky or emerge from the deep if it's true I wanna see like I used to be up all night Christmas eve waiting to see the one in the story told to me the one I once believed put joy under the tree for me a lie is a lie there's no such thing as a innocent lie we see and hear lies everyday of our lives lies we empower with belief consumed by deceit it's not a trap until the door close and lock from the outside the only way to get rid of a headache is kill the pain some things must die for some things to live prices gone roll back not before the roll out it's evident folk gone be sitting at home without jobs that's a oxymoron unemployment don't pay rent higher than normal prices is a problem children hooked on high price devices is a crisis Christmas is coming if you got kids I bet you wish it wasn't

Death Of The Puppet Master

the string is broken it's all out in the open the captives are going free from the spell Batman came and put the Joker in jail the devil's back in hell can't get out the cell naming names exposing shame aren't we amused are we entertained do we really care about the fall of fame we not under the same umbrella we grew up under flames fall from thunder on the land of wonder burning castles to the ground the juries in deliberation look at the price of libation times deliberately revealing things previously unknown