A Corrupted Mind


A mind so innocent


But the feeling so magnificent


A mind so confused


And flat out abused


It did not feel

What it was supposed to

It all became too unreal


Emotions shoved away

Masked with anger and hate

They always felt justified

It were the emotions that lied


Those little hands were tied

Manipulated by the obscene

A corrupted mind

Didn't exactly want them to be free


A mind, once innocent

Was lured into a darkness

It all started in that basement

Where the emotions were too much to harness

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I’ll Shoot You with My Words

I’ll shoot you with my words,

I’ll stare at you like the flying birds,

I’ll bury you under the poetic stanzas,

Since you are corruption, thus.


I’ll hit you like a running train,

Like a poisonous snake, I’ll give you pain,

Like a wild volcano, I’ll burn you with my hatred,

Until you, corruption, are dead.


I’ll be Mahatma Gandhi; I’ll be Abraham Lincoln,

And make sure that you, corruption, are utterly gone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Let's stand against corruption.

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Dick Tracy

I'm a cop and my name is Dick Tracy.

A lot of cops are corrupt but not me.

I can't be bought just like Elliot Ness.

Because of crime, this city is a mess.

A Crime Lord runs this town and his name is Big Boy Caprice.

While he's operating, there will be no peace.

Some times I fight criminals with my fists and some times I use guns.

This town will be safe for people to live in when my job is done.

Yesterday I got in a shoot out and I killed Pruneface and Flattop.

Taking those two down means that a few of the crimes will stop.

Two months ago I brought down 88 Keys and The Blank.

Citizens are grateful for what I do, they all say thanks.

I have a wonderful family and that makes me blessed.

I have a boy named Junior and a wife named Tess.

I wear a 2-Way Wrist TV that allows me to communicate with other officers.

When I bring Big Boy to justice, the streets will be safe again, that's for sure.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is based on the comic strip that was created by Chester Gould.

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Stop Corruption

Stop corruption please,

It’s a contagious disease,

That not only affects the persons to be honest,

But also the nation and the rest.


Corruption is like cancer,

Spreading from one part to another,

And its movement is so fast,

That almost nothing’s left to be done at last.


The apparent patriots like the scared birds,

Fly away to the distant lands uttering almost no words,

In the hunt for security,

And better life certainly.


If anyone dares to stand against corruption,

The ones suffering from the very pollution,

Throw him in the penitentiary,

Or under the soil bury.


As the sunset lets the dawn to appear,

We shouldn’t let our dreams breathe in fear,

Since the expected moment isn’t far away,


Only you and I can bring that day.

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Solitude is peace.


You don’t have to listen to others.


When you’re alone,


You can shut out humanity’s corruption.




Nightfall holds no meaning.


If you’re at peace, let be.


Sunlight holds no meaning.


If you’re at peace, let be.




How peaceful it is to be alone.


To be alone is to meditate.


To meditate is to see truth.


To see truth is to be at peace.




You don’t have to listen to others.


A family isn’t needed for peace.


The light that lives inside,


You’ll see it even better when alone.




Reside alone with only the light.


With the light by your side,


You will feel no loneliness,


Only solitude, only peace.




If you seek the light,


You won’t find it in people.


If you seek the dark,


Finding the light will be easy.




If you find the light,


You won’t need people.


You’ll have the light,


And you’ll know peace.




Should you forget about people?


No, even though you don’t need them,


Remember this,


They might need you.




Live for peace.


Live knowing death.


All life dies, yet lives on.


Death comes and peace remains.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hope people can make some sense of what I was saying. Sometimes I just spill my emotions onto a page and end up not sure if it's even logical.


I felt like writing this because in the past few years I've dwelled on the darkness I see in myself and other people - the corruption. I see so much of it that I tend to lose sight of what's good. For a while I dwelled on the darkness and felt content with hatred. I hated the human race. I wanted to watch it die because in my mind everyone, including myself, deserved it. But now I've found peace in solitude and prayer/meditation. Even though I still easily see bad things in myself and other people I've become a little more numb to them. I'm more able to highlight the good things in people. I've done this by turning not to people themselves, but to something higher, much higher. I crave solitude and time alone so that I can reflect on this, and so that I'm not so sickened by the world around me.

A Path Towards Nowhere

As I gain control of the sun,

I don't know where these feelings came from

And soon engulfed in the power, I became corrupt

My soul at stake, and my heart sewn shut


With all to have, and everything to lose

To people to expect you, but later no one to enthuse


And like anything, nothing seems to go as planned

Beauty and grace, quickly sunken in the quicksand


Will you and I become like the one everyone dreams?

Or be the source of why everyone shivers and screams?


Tell me, is everything ever so perfect?

When all we see is beauty in the defect?


The balance must be exact, they say

Else things quickly fade and thus, end night and day


Life is so very hard, don't you think?

The pure water turns to blood, quickly down your sink


But you and I have lost the mind to care

When you've gone down a path towards nowhere


As I go deeper, the world becomes dark and lonely

Life becomes artificial, greedy, and phony

Even the calmest of hearts can go dark

To the quietest rabbit, into a hungry shark

And the sky has no own to owe it to shine down to

Our hearts are now corrupt, frozen, and black and blue

And thus everything becomes pitch black

And those we love the most, die from a heart attack

All because we ignored the qualities we lack.

Everything can change by just one small decision

Little do we know it can change what we envision

What ever will you call a home now?

Everything but the past and dust upon what we call living

To what we cherished, fought, and nature that was once giving...

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Past, Placenta, and Future

when i was just an irresponsible fetus

kicking away in mothers womb,
I heard words spoken and
didn't know what to make of them.
sounds of noise and vibrations
soft as a feather falling into 
a freshly-snowfallen meadow.
 a silence that reverberates 
the heartbeat that courses in a whoosh
the blood of life in the veins webbing through
the tissue-paper -thin pinkness of my skin. 
the formation of the first thought?
A meaningless synapse of neurons?
am I alive?
What is the meaning of all this madness?
Fluidly viscous ethereal colloid bubble
My amniocent-thesis ?
 As i laugh and kick away
in the drunken bliss of innocence.
  - And here she thought she had gas.
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Corrupt minds.

Okay, unadmitted but emitted, tears shedded, families broke, uncontrollable disease, contagious upon us all. Will-power tested, tested to its most, can you resist the words the devil spoke? 


Heavy words, swallowed truth, it could be worse? Or is it proof? Proof we can't control the evil we live with. Can't pull through, got to come back-Take a deep breath, face the facts. Silence the voices, look up to the sky. Where do want to go when you die? To the dark or to the light. Is the sight of the light to bright? Living in the darkness it may be nice, but forever is a really long time.

Yes we're being tested, yes we're protected. But where you wanna go if you died? Well I guess that's up to you to decide.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

My first poem, dedicated to those that relate. Thanks I guess. Feel free to comment opinions or improvements

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Just waiting for that day,

When all the pain goes away.

Laughing with no shame ,

Because Allah has already ordained! 


Mischief on the lands,

Expressed in our bands?! 

Care with no action, 

What a satisfaction ?! 


Little sisters getting raped,

All caught on tape.

Tears following on their faces,

And yet opposite in different places.


The conditions are all the same 

Corruption has the blame,

Oppressors have all the fame... 

They speak without no shame.

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