Humble Masterpiece

Humble Masterpiece

A Poem by Not here

Here it goes...
My rhyming flows...
Tired of my shows?
Get ready. Those
were what I chose
to appease the rows
who wanted to depose
this masterful C. E. O.
they say has overexposed
all the secrets under his nose.
They say I lead psychos
and honestly I suppose
they have a stone to throw
but even they don't know
where I am ready to go.
I'm gonna take my flow
to the end of the world, so no
I won't sit back below
you people who bestow
all the fame to John Doe's
writing. It's just so-so
so I'm gonna let this blow...

Bitten, smitten, 
back-stabbed, low-handed and hidden.
Hurt, abused by different views.
Persecuted like Jews in World War Two.
Everyone else constantly amused
by all the things that make me confused.
So give me a second, may I be excused?
I have to go find a bomb and defuse
'cause I'm Superman
with a super plan
when this all began
I dreamed of black sedans
but now the span
of a few years
maybe a few too many beers
coupled with a lot of tears
soon enough I could disappear
and they'd blow up like a bombardier.

Why don't they just come and see this
all of these humble masterpieces?
Pretending I'm just full of great bliss
whilst I'm lost in this deep black abyss.
But I can't afford to reminisce
all those memories turn to wisps.
Those memories fly away in the wind
once again I find a friend
stabbing me in the back again.
How did this become such a trend?
Is this really the end
of all the good times? Pretend
that we are nothing more than two
people who unfortunately accrued
lots of hippity-bippity-bop-boo.
That's what we called the magic
but it turned out to be tragic
we lost everything we hoped for
and now I'm here sitting at your door
wishing for just one more
kiss or hug. And I swore
that I would never abhor
you but what happened post-war
between us made me explore
the things that I had ignored.
I realized who I could be,
so I became a new me,
a me that you will never see
because your stuck up your own tree
living your life on emotional sprees,
pretending your fine when you won't be.
You won't be, 
you can't be, 
because after I gave you everything 
you broke me,
you choked me,
and now you just provoke me
on purpose. 
You woke me
and now this beast won't ever sleep.
I'm too busy eating those sheep
you count as you lay in a curled heap
your new man beside you as you reap
the seeds you sowed.
I'll always know
what it's like
to fight a fight
against the odds
against the frauds.
So here I am and I'll never cease
making this, my humble masterpiece.

© 2015 Not here


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I did enjoy the masterpiece.
"Pretending I'm just full of great bliss
whilst I'm lost in this deep black abyss.
But I can't afford to reminisce
all those memories turn to wisps."
Had the feel of a modern day masterpiece. Life had lost the old glory of romance and large weddings. New world had directness and leftover the magic of old. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Not here

9 Years Ago

Thank you alot for your in-depth review :) i really appreciate it
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

You are welcome.



Reviews

Nicely written ! Enjoyed reading this ..
_Beyourself

Posted 9 Years Ago


An awesome write, nicely penned.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lovely wording!
Well done!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Awesome poem David! Really well penned

Posted 9 Years Ago


Beautiful, indeed a masterpiece as for reading as for looking at. :) Rudi

Posted 9 Years Ago


very rock star
my kind of poem^


-Dream

Posted 9 Years Ago


Not here

9 Years Ago

thanks :) glad you liked it
I liked it! It's going in my favorites :)
You should really try rapping!
I think you'd be good at it..

Posted 9 Years Ago


Not here

9 Years Ago

Lol i could be a beast white rapper :) but i just pretend im jamaican
Cool Girl

9 Years Ago

very interesting.....
I did enjoy the masterpiece.
"Pretending I'm just full of great bliss
whilst I'm lost in this deep black abyss.
But I can't afford to reminisce
all those memories turn to wisps."
Had the feel of a modern day masterpiece. Life had lost the old glory of romance and large weddings. New world had directness and leftover the magic of old. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Not here

9 Years Ago

Thank you alot for your in-depth review :) i really appreciate it
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

You are welcome.
"low-handed, and hidden." - Comma/ and problem.

"while I'm lost in this deep black abyss." - Whilst not while

"all those memories turn to wisps.
They wisp away in the wind." - What does this mean?? Perhaps "All those memories turn to wisp away in the wind"


"I realized who I could be,
and I became a new me,
a me that you will never see" - EDIT

Overall I think this is the most intelligent piece you have ever written, I adore the layout and the flow is incredible the content itself is witty and gripping really good work well done my favorite of all your work very mature a new side of you is shown and shines brightly through this piece.


Posted 9 Years Ago


Not here

9 Years Ago

Thank you alot for your review! it was very helpful and i will edit those

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