you destroyed my dreams with lies
You heard my poetry,
But never really heard my words,
I know choose when I left the dysfunctional womb,
Doorways rested me head,
But in the dark,
I had no dreams,
So I had many names,
But nobody saw me,
And I will remember the words that you said,
To bring me down,
Each cut in my arm belongs to you, now,
Left me with no words,
With your judgement,
But I am sure as you shook the communist leader’s hands,
They did not know you destroyed dreams,
And as I bleed, I die in your words,
So when your hopes leave you,
But you know your words destroyed me,
Don’t hold your head up high,
Don’t let your boots wipe me from your shoes,
I will be in your mind in the dark of the night,
I will share your every wakening hour,
But I will die, because of your hate for me,
Cause I’m a useless lucky man.
And when your poet bow leaves you,
And your children grow to hate you,
Remember you helped to take me dreams,
And trash them, into a thousand pieces,
Because I’m the poet you let jump.
I no youth, no childhood too,
We tried so much to dream,
But you have everything,
But do not tell me all is fine
When I jump and die,
Just turn the light off in my head as you leave,
And I won’t remember the words that you said,
As I hit the cold river with splash,
I will die young,
My voice in your head,
Will leave you old and bitter,
But I will be waiting for you in hell,
The die your body gives up its life.
So want to live high in the trees,
But filled with poetry,
Don’t forget me,
Don’t think I will leave your nightmares,
I will call you by name,
As you fall from the tree of life,
And your son will play the drums in the street,
As the clap at your funeral March goodbye,
Be proud you made this poet die.
As you saw your hips,
Hands held out,
Try not to remember the scratch,
Cause I’m a useless lucky man,
You judged, silly little girl,
And hold the blade,
As it cuts my arms,
Each line a cut made by your words,
Because I’m a hopeless case, you said in your gossip coven,
With no friends, you made sure of that,
I will learn, that the North East wind is the bitches covens breath
I will learn to fall,
Just like my only true friend,
That you helped to kill,
Like the other mental case you pushed,
From the bridge,
How we fall,
With Jibba jabbering garbage from out breathes,
And I will learn, I will learn to love,
Those of you hated me,
Under the soil where you buried me,
Because I was a hopeless fool,
We let you destroy my free will,
Hope you are happy,
Because I will not leave your every waking hour,
I did not come out of the womb by choice,
But left this mortal coil,
With the words you spoke…. Be happy you ended my dreams.
