Crawl Through The Dirt...

My life was a lot different to begin with in the beginning

I once thought I could float like a butterfly in the bright skies

Ironically I have been forced to grow more down to earth

Forced to grow more down to earth over the due course of my life

How things were all different once upon a time

Painfully I have to admit my dream can never be realised

That night my dream of higher living was exterminated

I was once as hard as wood but I have been broken down gradually overtime

It seems like gradually over time I have been internally eaten away by bites of a termite

Every day I used to live in fear that my dream would be robbed from me

I feared that I would be stuck up and told to hand over my dream gracefully

At night when I walked I looked over both shoulders to protect what's mine

I remember at nights I use to look over both shoulders after every six steps at least twice

Regrettably half of me still holds onto the days that I felt free

Regrettably I have to admit I used to feel everyone was essentially beneath me

It felt like I was the king of the ant hill and that I had everyone working for me

It’s funny how things can all change in a day

It’s ironic that I’m now literally beneath them all as now I feel as small as a flea

I always had the suspicion someone was out there patiently watching me

Just out there patiently waiting for the best opportunity to strike

Sometimes my mind plays tricks

But I could have sworn I saw a scorpion that night

I walked around paranoid that night as it felt all eyes were on me

It felt like there were rows of eyes

Rows of eyes coming at me in the shape of a centipede

I looked over both of my shoulders as usual that night but not out of fear

The only reason I did it essentially was to protect my dream

Essentially that’s the very reason I ended up here

Essentially that’s the very reason you find me curled up to the side in a wheelchair

The first punch I saw but I didn’t move

When it landed on me the pain stung like I had been attacked by a swarm of bees

As my memory serves me the sound of crickets drowned out my screams

I screamed out because deep down I knew I had lost it all that very day

Till this very day the pain fails to go away

I was laid out with my face down on the ground

I could have sworn I felt things crawl on me

I felt little legs trickling a little

Which if I remember right gave me the hibe jibes

I could have sworn I heard a centipede roll on by and laugh at me

I heard and saw many things that night which gave me the creeps

It was because of the pain probably

If it wasn’t I can’t stay mad at the centipede

The hardest thing I have had to do in life is swallow my pride

It’s the hardest thing I have had to do

But I couldn’t go on living with what it felt like having a beehive instead of a mind

What can I say it will have more legs then me anyway?

Truthfully I can say I remember that day like it was yesterday

That day when he slivered up from behind

He slivered up from behind and landed some punches that have realigned my life

As the punches landed the pain was like a worm

The pain felt like a worm which began to sliver down my spine

The pain felt so bad my body froze up

My body froze up and I stood still as if I was paralysed

You couldn’t begin to imagine the pain that I felt inside

He had punched straight through me in the process shattering my spine

All receptors flying around like a group of flies inside me confined

His punches literally discombobulated my vertebrate

I was laid out all curled up like a slug on its side

I couldn’t feel my feet any longer

I could just about manage a little sliver and slide

This is only the middle of the story but you will know the meaning of it in good time

At the end of the story you will see how I beat all the doctors’ predictions

Even I questioned myself and thought

How am I going to survive?

I spent most of my days questioning my condition

I even questioned them as they used words out of context

I could have sworn I heard them say they were going to dissect me like an insect

They used big words out of context which literally made no sense

The words played on my head but I could not allow myself

I could not allow myself to be caught up and trapped in a spider's web

I found myself hallucinating as most of my days I spent bed ridden

I didn't talk much so they thought I was illiterate in my condition

But little did they know that I was rather well read

Well books is something I have grown to appreciate due to living a life with no legs

I once asked a spider in the corner to kindly borrow two

If only he would have shared

But unfortunately it seemed like his pride hand gone straight to his head

Once again after a while I gave up but I refused to lament

I refused to talk

I refused to attempt to walk

What actually is the point of them suggesting I should attempt?

I had to accept painfully I wouldn't walk again

I took out my inner pain on my bed linen

I accepted I wouldn't walk but to the pain there was no end

I thought to myself that I had fundamentally nothing more to prove

So that fundamentally meant I had nothing more to lose

I not ashamed to say that I once lay side by side with my excrement

All the flies flew around my head

All the flies were around me with smiles thinking I was the new messiah

They must have thought I was a gift from God and that I was heaven sent

I laid there face to face with faeces whilst trying in vain to flip my position

I tried to alter my position as I couldn't deal with the God forsaken smell

I gave up after a while as all I could do was smile even with all the itching

I remember itching so much one night that I slid and fell

It made my skin crawl but I had to swallow my pride and ask for help

I saw that the spider had withered away

Maybe the spider was a sign telling me that pride fails prevail

I was laid there face down to the ground until I was helped back to my feet

As I was helped back to my feet I had a new found feeling within me

It seemed like the metamorphosis within me was finally complete

I had finally broken from my cocoon so I could be finally free...

All Eyes On Me...

I have walked the streets for what it seems a lifetime

Some things I have seen on my journey I wish were never in my eye line

That’s the reason why I have grown accustomed to a humble life

A humble life which is opposed to a life in the spotlight

Ironically I walk beside the streetlights

At times they blind my mind’s eye

Sometimes I wish I was born blind

Walking the streets has made me think I would had a better life

A better life without the use of my eyesight

 Already I have used the word eye technically ten times

You can call me a visionary if you like

I have visions as a result of my concrete dreams

It seems I have spent my whole life walking the streets

The idea of a family is only memory to me

Literally the life I had lives long in the memory

What I wish it had been like

But regrettably I have to admit I can’t create a false simile

All I can do is quite simply put words together

Attempt to use metaphors to show the experiences I met before

With the use of my experiences I create sentences

I find time to even create stories through the use of my thoughts

All I do is put words together to tell a story

I live in hope the words fit together in holy matrimony

I refuse to create a fairy-tale which will deliver me away from the adversity

I have grown up to learn to let the pain nurture me

I have got the face they rather not see

The face they rather not see at the dinner table while they eat

I don’t blame them

I don’t care if they actually fail to even mention me

I know when their eyes cross the tension in the air

The tension in the air is for all eyes to see

That’s the reason why I probably choose to remain lost

You could say I chose to be willingly kidnapped by the streets

The problem was they used to act when I was around

So that’s probably the reason why they eventually cut me out the scene

There left enchanted by the fantasy

Enchanted by the fantasy to escape to an alternate reality

Walking on the windy nights you have to get used to the harsh scenery

As the wind blows I’m haunted by what I once could have achieved

The whispers within the wind haunts me and taunts me

I had it all once but I wasn’t mentally ready to believe

Each day I take time to wash away my footsteps

I wash away my footsteps as truthfully I think nobody should follow me

I drift from one place to another in complete harmony

People should use me as an example and have the want to achieve

I walk night and day not knowing who I’m going to meet

I walk night and day knowing the next meal is not guaranteed

I walk in hope for the land that is promised to me

Something tells me this story is familiar

This story is familiar as many have walked before me

Some say even in a biblical story people walked driven by prophecy

Where in the world is there a place in the world away from poverty?

I can only question as I don’t have all the answers

Most of the time you have to read between the lines

Read between the lines to embark on a journey through my story

When you were inside in the warm

I was out in the storm

I was out that night when the rain dropped

Overtime you get used to it

You learn to glide in between the rain drops

When the rained stopped the pain didn’t stop

The pain keeps me going so I busk till dawn...

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Just Another Brother

The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother...

My slave name is Daniel Richard Nathan Thompson 

This is the last confession of a damned soul 

This is my last confession as I do my last walk on death row 

As I walked the preacher sprinkled me with holy water 

Sprinkled me with holy water which ran from my head to my throat 

As the water ran the boys sang

The boys sang wade in the water as they watched me go 

I said one last word before I go 

The warden said 

"Speak" 

I Said 

"Mama Young Bubuloo loves you but uncles calling me home" 

That was my last confession before I was taken from sweet home 

Most of the time my mind felt split in two 

I remember the good old days I spent in solitude 

The days when it felt like someone pierced my head 

Felt like someone pierced my head and sent a javelin through 

I remember the good old days I spent time in the hole 

I remember getting into a jail fight one time 

I remember getting ambushed in showers with a pole 

This is my story 

This my story some say it ended a little prematurely 

In the end it ended a little gory 

But I'm just another brother so there's no need to morn me 

My story ended in the chair 

My mind in full flight in the sky 

My mind in the flights of the sky sailing through the air 

My mind felt trapped encircling the same continent 

It dream't of greater adventures and the distant shores 

Where was my true destination 

My mind wasn't sure 

My mind was and still is like a pyramid 

All the thoughts within are written in hieroglyphs 

The traps are set for a unfortunate few 

For a unfortunate few to fly through the trap doors 

To fly through to crack their skulls on the floors 

As the sandstorm begins 

All the blocks of bricks crumble and my mind shifts 

My mind shifts just like the shifts of a rub-ix 

Ironically all the squares are red 

I think my minds fixed

The color my mind wants me to see 

My mind picks 

Thoughts run through my mind 

My mind kicks 

Some of the thoughts I have are just ruthless 

Ruthless to show similarities to Anubis 

Difference is there's nothing legendary about me 

the shape of my thoughts are similar to a Greek myth 

I compare my mind to a Greek myth as its similar to Tartarus

With every new thought and it seems my mind sins

A new opportunity for thought was felt

Felt as they hit the light switch

It was denied as my minds like a disobedient child 

A disobedient child I need to get my mind pinched 

Sometimes It thinks like a slave 

I need to get my mind lynched 

My mind always strives for freedom I've noticed 

It tries to run for my miles when I only give it an inch 

My mind thinks highly of itself and tries to climb cliffs 

That day 

It was brought back down to earth 

As they tightened the straps upon my wrists 

As they tightened the straps 

One by one they headed for the door 

In my chair I jolted forward 

I know my mind felt it 

I felt my mind wince
Their eyes crystallized to see my brains on the floor

I'm actually glad they saved me from all the senseless violence 

My screams were heard through the walls as time ticked 

My mind began to howl for the moon 

I know it wished werewolves were real 

wished werewolves were real so there would be blood all over the room 

The last howl in room was heard as the clock struck noon 

As the clock struck noon

All watching had assumed I had met my doom 

But little did they know my inner flame still burns beneath my eyelids...

The Holy Arena...

"Let the games begin"

 The announcer said

As the gun sounded

Unfortunately he was the first one to lose his head

He was the first one to go

He lost his life from a javelin throw

A javelin throw which went straight through his membrane

As the contestants ran through the lanes

The contestant from behind took off his shoe

The contestant in front got a spike straight through his brain

This story is quite similar to another well-known game

Each of the contestants were out to make a name

Each of the contestants were out for the fame

Let me introduce you to the games

Reader welcome to the 21st annual anniversary to the Rapture games

As things started flying

More and more contestants were dying

 But the crowd stayed true 

All parts of the crowd felt the same

The had the same feeling they had at the start of the games

The crowd felt indifferent

They cheered and demanded more senseless violence

Demanded more violence as the contestants perspired

As the contestants perspired the crowd grew restless and tired

A man got up from his seat and shouted

"GUYS I PAID TO SEE MORE BLOOD STAINS"

As he sat down the announcers board said another soul entered the grave

There was four left

Who would be the last one standing?

Who would be the last one to be honoured and take centre stage?

As the sky grew grey a shot put flew

A shot put flew and split another brother in two

The crowd again started to take an interest back in the games

As the interest steadily grew a discus flew

The discuss flew and got caught in her Fallopian tube

A lady got up in horror and said

“I’m leaving because if she won how she going to reproduce"

She continued by saying

"This surely must be the end to the games"

Even though she had a discus lodged in her Fallopian tube

 The woman battled on and kept on the move

Kept on the move until she got poled straight through

There was only three left

The fight that remained nobody would approve

Whatever you start you must finish

All three knew

Each one thought what more could they lose

It all laid in the hands of number two

Number two picked up the flag

Picked up the flag and sent in through number fours heart

 As the red and white flew with just a hint of blue

The last two knew what to do

They knelt down and prayed

Rose and both just began to walk away

They walked away as the crowed started to boo

As the crowed kept on the booing

Both knew it was the end to their days

The gun from the start penetrated both of their hearts

As they fell the crowed rose and cheered

Cheered because it put a end to the 21st Rapture games

Hells Angel...

From the picture

You would think this stories about me

Truthfully it’s about someone whom you can’t see

Let’s set the scene

Ironically the place where we was

Is the place that has shaped the verse?

So if it’s not about me

I know thinking why haven't I said

Your thinking who's this one about really

Basically it’s about she who got trapped in the fire

The same she whom was once desired

The same night she got trapped in the fire

Is the same night we held hands and prayed together?

We held hands as the air became engulfed in sirens

Through the siren we could still here her screams

Papa tried to run in

Tried to run in but the fire-fighter held him

Held him and said

"For the love of humanity"

The fire within papa burned

Slowly started to burn away his inner sanity

What would have happened if he died that day also?

The family would have been branded a tragedy

Shes still breathing till this very day

Shes breathing but it’s like that very day her spirit died

It’s never been the same

As that faithful day she came out with a brand new face

A brand new face in place of what once was in place

Even today

I can see the fire still within her eyes

She sees it too

Every time she sees her reflection in her dinner plate

I love the fact she puts on a brave face

Shes beautiful in my eyes

As in my heart she will forever stay

Through the years shes got the stares

Through the years shes been called all sort of names

"Half-face, Fire girl Miss Burns"

I like the way everyone thinks this is a kiddies game

It’s a damn shame

It’s a damn shame that they don't know

They don't know the lengths for her that I will go

I wish it was I in her place

I in her place so I could set fire to the world

Watch the world from a distance and watch it all burn

Welcome to my god damn Dystopia

As there's no such thing as a God damn Utopia

I hope by now you’ve realized that the she was my little Sis

Can I ask you something reader?

Have you smiled anytime whilst reading this reader?

If it’s regrettably a yes

Don't worry as I'm smiling too

The reason for this is

Is your just another name on the hit list

The Tale Of Two...

Our journey began together

We were Siamese

We shared the smarts, heart and kidneys

The story of Jekyll and Hyde that came to life

We couldn't open our eyes at birth wide

So the doctors made a joke that we were Chinese

A turn for a worst Mama thought was highly unlikely

In all the things that shes been through

This she didn't deserve

I saw it in her eyes she looked at my life as a curse

As a curse that caused her to go crazy

As a curse that led one of her sons into a hearse

The day after he died

They found me wrapped in a sheet

I can’t remember but it must have been cold outside

They found me outside a church

It started to rain as I cried

My own pathetic fallacy

How could things get any worse?

Any poor soul watching must have hoped

Hoped I drowned from within side

He took our cradle to the grave

I kept our brown bear

As the door opened widely the figure appeared scared

He smiled and said

" It’s God's divine will"

 He hurried us in and took me inside to dry

 To dry away my tears and hopefully the pain on the inside

 Momentarily the pain disappeared

I smiled as he bathed me

He gasped as he checked my skin

Gasped as he saw all the scars that appeared

His mind in a instant became clear

He had lost a son once

Within me he thought the dead spirit of his son reappeared

He just wanted at least half of what his son was

How ironic as exactly that's what I was

I was half of a son 

He just wanted what he once had

He wanted the joys of being called dad

He looked me in the eye and said

"I just want you to achieve like your big brother"

I know you’re small now

But truthfully you can be anything you want to be

He tickled my stomach and whispered

"Just don't become another wannabe"

He started singing just as I fell asleep

I had a dream

I had a dream of what could have been