H-T-P

H-T-P

A Poem by Declan Cooney
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You cats cannot amount to this

H T P be mountainous

My fists are quick

My knees and wrists,

Quicker counter hits

You won’t last thru this

If cast your hate at the blasphemous

While I bask in pain

And then remain a pacifist

Inside I’m inscribed, a masochist

Who played the risks

And can laugh at it

But I was raised to shun y’all away

So I don’t give praise to none y’all today

Cause I got where I’m at

With my skin and my bone

So don’t give me no lip

About my milky white tone

I’m an O kinda G

So leave it alone

I’m a lone rider see

You’re flesh, and I’m stone

So I could give a s**t less

If you’re standing or prone

I live to impress

When threatened and alone

But my arms harbor demons

And we’ve started the bout

Haze lay’s one on your face

And you’re down for the count!

 

Your impressions are immaculate!

Your voice and presence. vacuous

I can’t your stand your aura

You reek of feeble Catholics

I’m immune Christ effects

Unaffected by holy dialect

A diet mixed and flexed

Left with marks on bloody necks

So, I’m a literal wreck

Yo, a subliminal step

As sinister as visitors from demonic depths

Fuming, I infect

It’s airborne, and you’re inept

I tried to blend in nicely

But you just can’t accept

Why can’t y’all see the grayscale

Like you see a color caste?

Why can’t you see I’m neutral?

Before you talk mad trash?

You harbor all this hatred

That you’ll never fully know

I’ve conjured all my hatred

Some for use, and some for show

I go to grab your hand

Like I’m being polite

Next thing you know

You’re 2 feet deep

Bleeding on my knife

Watch what you say

You may live thru the night

But yo, get this straight

You may not be keeping your life

You twitter or totter or step out of line

Then I’m breaking your cage in

And your heart will be mine

'Cause I ain’t here to define you

Or show you how to live

I am here to bind you

And teach you to forgive

Here to teach y’all the course of mercy

As seen thru tears of pain

Learn to feel with hearts

When cutting clubs with spades

Introspective and ornate

I burn the brightest blaze

Known and seen for miles

Yet I am the thickest haze

Gaze, and I amaze you

While I raise you with mind power

I slay and purée your soul into canopic powder

I lock you away

A slave, in the highest tower

Where you’re shocked with pain for every day

And slain every for hour

 

 (Jigsaw: SAW II)

“Oh yes, there will be blood.”

 

I’m a hand forged war blade

In the hands of a God

My clan’s seen more shame

Than the common Christian thought

My words rain like flames

So your forecast is fucked

You ain’t got a 5 day

You’re s**t outta luck

I was sent here to instruct

All the passive to buck

The rite of passage is “bleed”

The path is massive and rough

That math is unmapped,

Engrafted and tough

The facts are impacted

Contracted and buff

So just walk with Faith peaceably

And you’ll flourish and bud

Cross the path of madness

And yes, there will be blood

I said, just walk facing Reason

And you’ll find your life saved

And that is the reason

I returned from the grave

On top of the treason

That my broken heart saved

My love was in season

Then was beaten and raped

So bruised and conceding

I wait for my days

To verbalize this venom

And spit it out as my rage

 

© 2008 Declan Cooney


Author's Note

Declan Cooney
bah bah black sheep, have you any words?

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Added on December 3, 2008
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Declan Cooney
Declan Cooney

Phoenix, AZ



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My name is Declan Cooney, I've lived in Phoenix, Arizona all my life. I was born on July 18th 1990. I love rap, rock, and hip hop, however, I still enjoy all types of music. I write about my life most.. more..

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