![]() The Inner Child's PrayerA Poem by Kenneth The Poet![]() Another prayer written by a skeptic.![]()
Hello humankind, this is for you
Penned at no cost out of the blue You make me depressed, out of sync You make me hurl my guts into the sink Stopping your stupidity is perpetual motion There's more of it than the atoms of the ocean Maybe I have the problem, my mind may be gone Maybe you're in the right and I am in the wrong But the evidence has stacked up really high And then the gamma ray burst has us die Ranting about mental deficiency has no point Pass over the papers so I can roll a joint There is anger seated in the comfy fuchsia chair The eyes blink despite the thousand-yard stare The pressure builds up and then spirals out A neverending vortex within a primal shout Reason no longer necessary to bother with All this reality is illusory, just a giant myth Floating back upward on a second-degree curve I am now reanimated, filled with so much verve I run for my toolbox called transcedent thought Deny your knowledge, whatever you been taught We are united in energy, out of many one These divisive ideas, there shall be none These violent penchants, these masochistic urges Are not correct, the souls crying out for the purges The toxic memes leave scars no balm can alleviate Only the human spirit may be able to transubstantiate So here I am now, a cautious optimist on edge Staring down into the abyss as Nietzsche said A grain of sand in my eye, my emotional flood I need another drag of precious, pungent bud The abyss stares back indifferently, without shame I am human, to this heartless beast I am the same As those who have self-destructed before me I step back since my spirit so greatly implores me My spirit wants to live on despite the vicious toxicity It is my obsession to eradicate it with unchained veracity I cry no more, no more bullshit, no more toxic nutrition I have returned to destroy you solely of my own volition I reach within myself and pull out this energy, this vibration And release this awesome power with almost sadistic elation The blinding light pierces the demonic, abysmal desolation It becomes neutralized, there is no more spiritual constipation My delusions of grandeur return my mind to this earthen plane Humankind is not a tragedy, not an irony, not some s**t stain They are a unity, a positive charge, a stunning affirmation They will now evolve into a truly transcendent creation Dear fellow bipeds, my perceptions are utterly misplaced We may be on the loneliest rock in all of outer space But it is inward we must look to rid ourselves of this sin There is a strong positive force that will allow us to win I am sorry, my friends, my neighbors and all of my foes We are all the same, we have the same feet and toes These traits unite, not divide like some flawed labeling Those kinds of ideas are regressive and are not enabling The spark within in me has fired up a passionate drive I want to stick around, I have this want to stay alive From now on, I no longer live in a pessimistic delusion All of you have the right to make a hasty intrusion My heart has been tempered in mercy, not in steel I think I have sobered up and I can now take the wheel My verse has grown long and my eyes are now weary We can cure our own cancers to the chagrin of Denis Leary Swallow your pride and go talk to your neighbor Spare some cash or give away some free labor Take some precious time and just volunteer We can draw this line between love and fear The fingers are numb from clicking so many keys I've penned this ambitious piece and I give it free I sincerely hope the world notices and takes heed Time for the stitches, no more shall you bleed!!! © 2011 Kenneth The PoetFeatured Review
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Added on May 18, 2011Last Updated on May 18, 2011 Author![]() Kenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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