To My Benediction...then Resurrection

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To My Benediction...then Resurrection

Disparaging, the outlasted, and venomous ploys
To play with a life wholeheartedly, to just treat it as it's a toy
An irreverence of shadiness, it's so hard to employ
Dovoured my outcome, now it is utterly destroyed

Brick covered life lessons of a never ending struggle
A need for fast weaponry to turn this brick into a rubble
Though a heavy hardened brick wearing my dreary life empty
Couldn't it be a bit easier, all the disruption made simply

For the goodness of my charm will always stay external
Even when the harsh rains come down pouring internal
My ever consuming eternal wisdom has lead me this far
Me, the person that understands my intellegence so far

The architects that constructed the brilliant intellectual setting
Really didn't know what kind of gift that they were getting
An investment that was tossed aside and left for dead
These thoughts always leave me pondering what I dread

If for a minute certain people could have stopped to realize
This was actually a lovely man within an infinite deguise
My demise came short after, when educators didn't adhere
Tossed aside by fear, now the distination's still not that clear

I fear that one day soon that my life will lead me astray
Not trying to let a subject named Math throw me away
Let's say that Math does, so then now what shall I do?
Probably would just end up a victim, after all i've been through

Incompatibles have placed me into the wrong position
With the power to extort, to upheaval, and to destroy
Any semblances of giftedness that is always plainly denied
When an unpretty awareness of a person has arrived

Toss aside racism; this is simply a thing of discrimination
Oh my the destinys that could have been, they'd seem unsound
Where my life should end, I don't know whre it's bound?
Frustrated with the blatant dismal education I was given
Alll I can do is hope for something, and keep living

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

passjay’s Poems (48)

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Any Reasons for Laughter? 0
The Reincornation of Soul 0
The End of Starvation (Let's Indulge) 1
A Date with Infinity 0
A Vivid Restoration 0
You’re better off Indy! 0
Defunct 0
Roulette 0
Humane Sustenance 0
The Sleep Walker 1
Undercover Lovers 0
The Soul Crematorium 0
To My Benediction..
.then Resurrection
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The Chemical Balance 0
Feeble Restitution 0
This To Society 0
Stage Fright 0
Unbarried Skeletons 0
Theory of Goals 0
Down Right Frozen 0
Hidden Talents vs. Feets on Necks 0
Looks Spell Brains 1
Sorted Vestiges 1
The Asphalt Jungle 3
Struggles to Maintain 0
No Precious, for Sunshine 1
Soles 0
Insomnia 0
A Suspect Awareness 1
My Credo (Forgive me for my actions) 3
Requiem for the Nearly Defeated 1
My Reflection: (A Mirror Image) 4
The Idiot Factor 1
Lifestyle's Ocean's Miles 1
Shattered Souls 2
Slippery Steps 1
Sucker's Bet 0
Hold on to your opinions 0
Moral Fiber, Or A Lack There Of.... 1
Contemplation
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Pointless Verbal Wars 0
Charter, God, can you help a young brother 0
The Misfortunate Ones 1
Frog Tempered Seige 1
Lasting Impression 2
A Little Ice Would Be Nice 1
The Good Times 1
My Fore Fathers 1