The Immortal Wize

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My Father (06152025)

Question Marks (06152025)

stripes across my legs arms and behind remind me of how deep those extension cords cut into me like lacerations from a sharp blade my mother is squeamish she hates the sight of blood and violence it's hard to believe she's the same woman who drew blood from me disciplining me cracked my brothers head wide open with a 1970 platform shoe she beat us purple black and blue I sustained broken fingers fractured ribs from being wacked with a broom stick and hit with broken legs off wooden chairs if that ain't violence I don't know what to call it I mean it behooves me how she leaped from a woman who committed all those acts of premeditated violence to a woman who swears she wouldn't harm a flea or fly the lie detector determined that's a lie I got the scars to prove otherwise

Contributing Factors (06152025)

you can love everybody and still end up alone your heart can be in the right place and still end up with out a home your intentions could be good and still something ends up going wrong you can have empathy and show compassion and still get treated like you done nothing to help at all you can be considerate but still have to put up with the selfishness of others you can be as nice as you want to be and still you have to deal with rude and nasty people you can try your best to avoid trouble and still run into a trouble maker you can be on your best behavior and still allow someone to pull your trigger even smiling can cause a chain reaction of dirty looks you can say please and thank you and still not get the same politeness in return you can say excuse me and still have to shove someone out the way you can pay someone a compliment and not get a thank you in response you can tell someone you love "I love you" and still not get a "I love you too" you can let someone cry on you...

Throughout The Day (06112025)

something is talking throughout the day something is trying to get your attention throughout the day something is telling you to turn around throughout the day something is telling you to stop throughout the day something is sending you warnings throughout the day something is sending you messages throughout the day something is telling you to look before you leap throughout the day something is telling you to think before you jump throughout the day something is showing you something you need to see throughout the day something is telling you something you need to hear throughout the day something is telling you to pay close attention throughout the day something is telling you pay attention to your surroundings throughout the day something is telling you a storm is approaching prepare accordingly throughout the day something is telling you to be on high alert throughout the day something is telling you something that can possibly save your life throughout the day something i...

The Silent Treatment (06042025)

Treat

Yourself

Silence

My Sister Can't Fight (06042025)

one time I fought a windmill

and the thought of me fighting

a windmill tickled me so

much I lost the fight against

the windmill I couldn't stop

laughing she was all over

the place I had no choice

but to moved out the way

Morning's Verse Of Life (06032025)

time holds its breath before I draw my own
wrapped in quilts of generational filth

the shadow of secrets whispers to me
awake by the suns first touch
steam rises from the kettle

sipping tea in the ghetto in the kitchen
window I gather thoughts
while birds rehearse their daily verse
I'm here to hear the first song

taking note of music ringing in my
ears my eyes wander
through the cracks in space
between asleep and awake

in the hour of beginnings
vaporizes the weight
of what occurred on the pages
yesterday the canvas of today

awaits the brush dipped in paint to
colorize the blanks between the
leaning tree's speaking hope into
being focussing in on the words

written on lea...

When We Face The Truth

did we do enough
should we do more
do we care enough
should we care more
did we see enough
do we want to see
more are we giving
all we can give
or are we giving
just enough what
can we do if it's
out of our hands
should we refuse
to have anything
more to do with it
do we dissociate
from the situation
to display a lack
of responsibility
should we take
responsibility
for decisions
we did't make
when most decisions
we didn't make
shape the aspects
of our lives
transmitting
trauma across
generations
passed down to
our descendants
manifesting a
disease called
mental illness
in the upbringing
of the offspring
we are the blame but
are we at fault

Trust (06032025)

trust why do we trust
who do we trust
why do we trust who
we trust we want to
feel safe and secure
around those we have
strong emotional
connections to
and those who
we have shared
experiences with
trust gives us a
sense of belonging
we generally
care for those we
trust and those
we trust generally
care for us
we should be
comfortable around
those we trust
but are those we
trust trustworthy
do you test the trust
do you believe the
trust is mutual
do you know your
friends as well as
you think you do
do you know your folk
your family your
people as well as
you think you do
is it reciprocal
trust can keep you
safe trust can
also land you in
danger life and
death ...

The Big Boom (06022025)

snitching and telling is cool now

except for the ones getting told on

I have a sister who used to tell

everything she see most of time

she told on me I had plans to kill her

in her sleep but if she didn't die

she would tell on me so I let her live

if only she knew what I had plans to do

I don't do bad stuff no more I don't

want to get told on because I'm too

old school to think snitching is cool

My Father (06152025)