I have to admit, most of my poems rarely make any sense, so I don't know if the more trippy ones belong here, but here are a few that having some decernable thread:
~The Messenger~
Deaf and blind I cleared the way to the funeral pyre
Contantly playing the part of the dealer with no buyer
Justice only works for the ones that can afford it
Life and death, death and life, I can take no more of it
The always told you 'you got to reap all that you sow'
I'm here to tell you that only applies to those that do not know
The key to surving life is something that takes years to learn
But just to get that far alive can really burn
I don't want to be the messenger
I hate to break the news
You can't always get there
It's always win or lose
We start out so innocent, I wonder where we go wrong
One of life's specialties is making the pain last so long
I see all of these young people losing time and wasting love
They don't stop to see the knife that's hanging up above
I'm sitting here with you be cause I think I can help you out
Before you can do anything you got to know what it's about
I really have to tell you, son, I hate to bring bad news
I amazed you can't see yourself just how much that you've been used
I don't want to be the messenger
I hate to break the news
You can't always get there
It's always win or lose
~Enter Your Thoughts~
Come my friend
Time to learn about the end
Time to find out what's been
And what will never be again
Enter the door not yet opened
Look at those things never shown and
The man who's never seen the light of day
Come with me, let's take a ride
Count all the times I lied
The times I longed for somewhere to hide
Yet I saw all the times that you cried
Saw every spark of hope that died
In you, trying to keep the world at bay
Come step inside my head
You'll find my joy drawn out and bled
Replaced by every word you've said
Choking on the bullshit we've been fed
Watching the revolutions all fall dead
My hands and yours stained red
And the world turns another shade of grey
Let's read the unwritten scripture
Of time that paints such a poignant picture
Pain is such a poignant picture
But there is no victor
Not today
A couple poems
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A couple poems
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There are ghosts in my sinuses.
There are ghosts in my sinuses.
Re: A couple poems
MamaJanis,
NICE!!!
NICE!!!
I went to Zimbabwe. I know how white people feel in America now; relaxed! Cause when I heard the police car I knew they weren't coming after me!
Re: A couple poems
bingolong,
Thankya!
I'll try and post some more if I can locate any others that make sense, lol. 
Thankya!


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There are ghosts in my sinuses.
There are ghosts in my sinuses.