Heartache (part two)

Heartache (part two)

A Poem by B. Bishop
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Peter its 7:00 and you still have your pants on...whats the occasion

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I’ve uncovered unsolved mysteries which have plagued the world for centuries
Was struck down by a bolt of light which brainwashed all my memories
With a crowd to surround I’m tied to the ropes that bound
Locked in place without a trace of a place that could be found
Although I paid attention I could not retain one word that they said
So put my hand in yours and hold me tight until the bitter end
I tried to get through with a credit card at the gate
Like a light weight on a big date I had an appetite we both ate
Depressed of tear drops from a conclusion I could not resist
Lost in a maze in a world I know does not exist
Every tear that hit the floor exploded like a hand grenade
No matter how hard I try I know that their lives I will never save
A chance for peace is far out of reach like the closing of a week
I open my mouth to voice what I’m about but the words I’ll never speak
The words are left unsaid like a knot that will never unfold
Brush the books aside, wipe up tears cried, and told myself to be bold
The years are always changing like a blade that strikes a nerve
A teacher gives the lecture but the lesson’s never learned
The message wasn’t obvious the meaning was subliminal
Locked away without a key with a password strictly digital
Mind blast that’s hidden by a mask I watch myself molded into die cast
Crumpled up and cast away like a piece of garbage to the trash
A persona dark as hell bearing two studs known as earrings
I discovered a potion from the ancients, natural herbs for natural healing
Drowning from the tide as it rises up and to the ceiling
The lucky side of the rainbow and found the treasure chest of feeling
All sense of aptitude have riddled my own attitude
Shot down from the sky my life’s plunging just like the altitude
Already sweating bullets but I’m standing in the cold
Running circles on the beach because I’m moving with a blind fold
Pain is everlasting so I know my wrist I’m always slashing
Common sense is an asset that I know I’ll always be lacking
I’m leaving this place for good so I know its time to get to packing
I’m no good at dying so I know its time for me to learn how to start acting
The room is covered in flowers but all I ever seem to smell is excretion
I’m far enough out of this world that you can catch sight of my on top of a space station
The truth can always be accomplished from the inside of my eyes
Despite my best attempts to hide it my retina will tell no lies
My visions an incision enhanced by rhetorical skepticism
I always know what’s right but I can never make the right decision
Don’t ever trust the ingest just manifest to the what seems to be around
The water is only ankle deep yet I find myself now starting to drown
My life runs by me so fast that even the past seems to f**k up everything
I’m screaming my absolute loudest not one my pitches are even measuring
It seems to be broken down as an exorcism with a blend of satanic magic
I try to slow down my mind but over night it had turned into a race track
I’m happy in my soul but all my heart wants to do is run away
Lost for every cost then flip the coin for the toss will determine if I stay
I have nothing I’m ashamed of besides that it seems my whole life I have been hiding
I try to do my best to live but I wont give anything that I’ve been finding
The full moon lit my eyes which displayed how much I was really worth
I made a discovery that’s more important than a women giving birth
I’m a general in the army that’s deathly afraid to give a command
I’m without a doubt strong enough to win a fight but to afraid to raise my hand
An army is quickly rising and with is grows a steadily growing fear
I’ll give you words of comfort which I’ll quietly whisper in your ear
There’s a pulse inside my veins but I’m sprawled out dead on top of the bathroom floor
I went to a psychic for a reading and he told me my life was a bore
I’m conscious and awake as I walk alone inside of my own dream
I’m afraid to see what comes next so I’ll quickly cut to the next scene
 Memories seem to mimic reality like an unrelenting Duracell battery
Storm clouds cover my night sky which leaves seeing the stars as just a fallacy
I’m a drone, an abandoned body without a home
I’ll stare into a puddle until the future to me is shown
When the clouds scatter away I can lay my eyes on a full moon
My flesh morphs into hair and human flesh I now must consume
The human mind can not conceive how hard it is for me just to believe
When all you want to do is receive your perfect smile can deceive
My feelings are found as delicate as a system that’s fully intricate
Easily destroyed by your words which prove you were never all that intimate
Your facts I’ll debate for they create for me a sense of insecurity
I have a halo on my head but my soul still reeks of impurity
I’m found as an inane state of sane not legally committed under the law
I took my heart out of the freezer and left it out in the sun so it could thaw
I’m parting the ocean like Moses because I’m Gods son but no one knows this
My visual as an individual is deceiving so no one will ever notice
I’m found to be like a rattle snake that strikes at you with its tail curled
I live in a city full of people but it feels like I’m the last one alive in this world
You’ve got to follow my command because I’m a loose cannon that doesn’t understand
I try my best to stay on top of things because I feel like I’m sinking in quicksand
I hold a metal barrel under my surfer apparel
Strapped up inside of my sock in case I feel the need to settle a battle
I’m in the shadows like night crawler, I’m the DOA of my division
I’ve got the scalpel in my hand and I seem to smile after every incision
I passed the class like its nothing yet I was never found taking the course
I’ve got the speed of ten men like I’m riding on the back of a horse
Once I was robbed of all my feelings I was left to rely on out of mind steering
So I cut a hole in the roof and I watched you fall right through the ceiling
I’m laying unconscious in my bed waiting for heaven to pass me an elixir
Everyone’s waiting for me to die because when I pass away they all become richer
I always find myself alone staring at the stars through an observation dome
I’ve never been one to take the blame but I’m always the first to cast a stone
I hear voices in my brain so I’m smashing my head against the walls
I’m starting brawls in the bathroom, throwing my opponents through stalls
Spitting fire like a dragon my words are like bomb shells filled with napalm
I’m suffering from shell shock like I was found fighting in Vietnam
Resisting the temptation to pick you off with the blunt end of a rifle
You seem to be spilling more blood then a girl in the middle of her menstrual cycle
I’m taking in every word that you say but my mind is lost and day dreaming
I’m being as quite as a mouse except for the fact that I’m screaming
Severing the past I’m trying to run away but I’m getting nowhere fast
Afraid of responsibility so your throwing your baby into the trash
Outrunning my fears like I’m in a getaway car with the pedal floored
I’m loving what I’m doing but for some reason I feel like I’m bored
I’ll give you a fist to the face why don’t you tell me how your blood tastes
Your beautiful on the inside but on the out you resemble scar face
Tripping over a crack in the pavement but you still walk with an angles grace
Lost without a trace but still finding a way to invade my personal space
you’ve received the love of the country but your papers are not legit
You’re a family man but still found in a building watching women strip
I’m a peaceful man that’s always looking to get into a fight
I’m in the news for taking down superman with a fist full of kryptonite
I seem to be stuck in a match that I know I will never win
I’m as holy as the Bible but sadly all I ever do is sin
A soldier without a cause that’s constantly taking innocent people down to the floor
Over obsessed with gore, bust through the door, killing people that don’t even know what they died for
I’m the true one responsible for telling everyone to kill anyone without blond hair
There’s no need for a weapon because I can kill you simply with a death stare
Searching for treasure in the depths of king Tut’s tomb
Its likely to assume that my heart was killed when I was still inside of the womb

Brain waves fall and branch apart then wreck again in pairs
My conscience was found leaving me a message below a simple dare
I run a smoking engine with the power and speed of a horse
I’m the judge in this new world except there are no laws for me to enforce
Locked secrets are so intense that its aura will end up leaving you in suspense
A guessing game now begins at the expense of my defense
I’m a hero that walks above the flames, claiming lives without a name
One for tradition I’m afraid of change, the faults my own so I’ll take the blame
Hold till the moon is upstaged by black then on my move prepare to attack
Cut the ropes and release the slack now enjoy the show just don’t look back
With a camouflage disguise I’ll sneak up and kill you by surprise
A failed attempt you simply slept now I don’t know the problems that will arise
My mind frame is unstable just like what follows the eye of a storm
A hallucinogenic engine that pulls life far from the norm
Natures abundance is a graceful bliss of all photography
Which is surely buried by the sights of naked women in pornography
An attack in numbers is like the crack of thunder the order is now to charge
Half the world has got my back but our numbers are not to large
I’ll lure you in to see the sights then drown you in the final bout
Secure you in the darkest night deceptions what it’s all about
This war is slowly ending but in my heart its just begun
My body is stuck in place just like a tazer set to stun
I see a face through the black light, teeth of a shark with a death bite
The kindest man you’ll meet but his glare enlightens fright
In order to win this war I was forced to make a sacrifice
Now my heart is full of guilt this victory was never worth the price
A flight into the heavens this machine is now simulating
The devil is on my shoulder and with my angel he is now debating
The golden grail is in my hands but at the moment I feel no satisfaction
The shadows in the sky are causing many and all distractions

© 2008 B. Bishop


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Added on February 9, 2008

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B. Bishop
B. Bishop

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