I Lost...

You exchanged pens for weapons
deranged writers trying to teach lessons
but your souls cry out in torment
for all the time you could have spent
trying to vent out your rage on pages
and exchange your pain for poetry's sake.

Your pens weep for you…

lying on the floor where you cast it
only to pick up metallic ignorance
with the intention to fill caskets.
Instead of blood, ink, and tears to fill pages…
you foolishly filled the hearts of poets with your hatred…
and I'm only sorry that the beauty of your ink is now faded…
Tarnished and tainted by your egoic disposition
that kept you looking at other poets as competition

and yes… your pens weep for you… bleed for you… and yes they need you too…

but in your state where anger feeds you…
the beauty of poetry will never speak to you…

Your ink will be nothing more than black marks on blank pages
like the scars you placed on the hearts
of the fellow poets you forced apart
when you threw down your pens
each of you feeding off the need to win
needing to be so much "bigger" than HIM…

Fuck it all of you win…
I'll be the loser that started all over again…
if that’s what it takes for you to pick up your pens
recognize the beauty of your own words and be friends.

Fuck it I lost…
I'd never scribe if this was the cost…

if retribution became a form of restitution
I'd label my pen as 'Hate Pollution'
my rhymes becoming prostitution
an abhorrent attack on our constitution…

I'd label my ink as 'retired'
if that's what would be required
for my pen to no longer call me a liar
to open my eyes to the hate I inspired…

I would do this…
If that was all that's required.

Gods Riddle...

I just don’t feel this world
Disconnected, disjointed, and unwhole
I just don't feel this world no more
My only connection now faded
Only my mind this pen and these pages
This sky, those people, that steeple, all unrelated
Looking down at this path, and how far I've made it
I must be the villain of my unfinished story
Living in this life of sin all I can do is worry
I guess I just need an understanding
My patience, My trust, crash landing
The government, the church, are fast handing
so all of my convictions come landing
In quick sand and she made me
Not feel this world no more
Leaving me love shy and sore
Ass hurts from the door that closed the day before
Hot tears ran freely until they froze around my heart
Walling in the sorrow keeping the pain apart
From the facade that’s become me smiling for my child
Taming the sadness, keeping grief from running wild
Throw me a line… I can't climb over the walls I built
I say that I'm fine… in truth I am drowning in pools of guilt
I'm sorry sweet heart I couldn't feel the world
Couldn't save nothing from becoming nothing
Couldn’t stop mommy from laughing
When she closed the door with you and me wondering what's happening
Death to the Christmas carol fiendish hearts living feral
Sinful living unforgiving in the eyes of little children
Hatred dripping and I'm unrelenting…
Constantly venting to silent walls that crumble
Seeing trouble as a pin prick to burst my bubble
Just when I thought is was going alright
You creep into my bedroom in the middle of the night
Laying down on the cold side of the bed and resting your head
One question you said… will mommy be alright?
I pretend I didn't hear you...
Just bury my face further into the salty sadness
Of my down comforter sinking into faulty madness
Even though this world went cold
And my words fail me…
I hope that when I hold on to you little lady
You know that God sent you to save me…
Made you pretty made you smart
Made you all the things that I'm not
You are my strength you are my grip
You are my rock when reality starts to slip
You are my savior my saintly 6 year old neighbor
Sent to this world to make me feel it a little
Sent to me as an answer to God's riddle

Is That So...

I see the flashes of light when I blink
The transition from real to dream
Screaming into fantasy I often think
How real can you make my nightmare seem?

Will you be there taunting to smile?
Will you be there just out of reach?
Will you calm me and sit for awhile?
While in the darkness the silent will teach

So I say to all that listen...
Is that so….?
Just another perverted show

So I say to all of you now...
Is that so…?
Just one more thought I never let go…

So say to me with safety please...
Is that so…?
You leave no room, perfect won't grow…

Nightmare flashes behind eye lashes
I'd take thirty lashes to resurrect the ashes
Of a blind family that constantly clashes
With a loving nature that barely passes

I'd rather sit in ignorant gratitude
Than live forever in emotional solitude
I say it clearly I say it and smile
Live up to your own potential
And remake yourself worth while…

Yeah I'm Mad...

Yeah I'm mad
Fuck you and your concert of dirt converts who only serve to pervert thoughts that are overly overt so skirt the beast that feasts on your morally weak minded double sided hieroglyphic insight shining so bright you bitches blind side then try and hide behind designer highs wait till tomorrow I bet you wallow in sorrow cause you walk corners wearing knee highs oh and big surprise its hard to find a glimmer of redemption in your painted eyes I will simmer with contention in winter unrelenting this anger is unforgiving from giving to much of a damn about flirty club whores with dirty drawers when you should take a trip to the grocery store to feed your babies instead of grinding on my leg asking please some body save me! They deserve so much more than you.

My Mind Writes With Both Hands

My mind writes with both hands I'm literarily ambidextrous, similarly I'm infectious, and the words I use can be disastrous… but don't think me uncompassionate, I just have a severe low tolerance, for linear based ignorance, freebasing stimulants, and the worlds unholy militants. I combat attacks, and I'm constantly on the come back, from undermining, lying, smiling but I'm not denying, I'm like teeth on X I'm grinding. With both hands I'm writing, to keep my mind in hiding, to keep my demons leashed, before I unleash the fury of my intellectual beast, who eats raw meat off the rich mans greed, with both hands I drink, the souls of those who try and uphold, their self righteous beliefs imposed, on a populace like dr. Lovelace. With both hands I'm taking all of it. Left or right, I write my sin, my soul so versatile, my pen writes from both ends. My left hand gets 8 stars, but my right hand gets 10. "Today Chaotic V got challenged poetically, but no one knew that he was Noetically, altering minds hypnotically". All you haters get off of me, with both hands my thoughts brought reality, to a readers mind in time to see, that this worlds not what it was thought it to be…

I See Him Weep...

Diseased where we live
Sickened by the lives
Trust in hellos
And long winded good byes
We are the keepers
Of our souls and the steeple
"Didn't I tell you?... You are all sons of God"
Thy kingdom of heaven lies within you…
So why do I cry to a God that’s not in you?
Why should I feel this separation?
This disconnection from Godly Divination
And all your mouth pieces
Strike gold within nations
All for a man
And his last palpitation…
I hear him weep…
While the innocent child starves inside your mission
And you wonder why the congregation didn't listen
The body of Christ clothed with the intention
To sacrifice the lamb on an alter of circumvention
And I hear Him weep…
Sacrifice me and save the lamb
To be honest I could give a got damn
If you sent me there to meet the man
Because you still hang him on crosses
Around your necks
In your churches
Praying for the day
The closing of curtains
I chose to celebrate life
Even though its uncertain
So… condemn me
To false prophecy
Cast stones at me
While I strive to be
More like him
And less like you
Waiting for the day
I'll learn what's true
Cause right now
I don’t understand
And isn't that the fucking point?

Insubstantial Reality

I see so many things… yet so much escapes me
Tearing down walls it brings an opportunity for things to rape me
I Involved my heart in the insubstantiality of reality
Disappointing me to the point that I think
I may drink myself into the substantiality of a false reality…

Reliving wake but dreaming screaming unrest unseemly and blurred cartoons chews up brains washing up in blood filled drains I can't take it too much pain drink it away I swim in blood gutters pouring down rain I surrender… all that’s in me I SURRENDER!!! Laughing in the face of my dream turned nightmare how a false reality caused fatalities and honest memories become a scarcity when living in the nightmare city of my Substantiality. Lights are on but nobodies there to see the inherent cruelty of a society of hypocrisy and in a daze I see my own face hurling falsity in the faces of those who come by it honestly… I drink blood red drink its all such a blur to see the thoughts of me coming softly then drifting off from me… blood drunk lust of darkness encompassing all of us but fading in and out constantly fabrics of reality getting thinner and thinner by using blood thinners making lights dimmer lives so much simpler…

Forgiving... being forgiven… the softness of life is sometimes lost to us when we trip over the jagged corners of the more… substantial pathways of our individual realities.

Angels Of Death (A Chaotic Virgo And PureBlack Collaboration)

PUreBLaCk{ImApoeT}:

Darkness in this underworld, blood and pure carnage,
Hades stolen bodies, deep down they're buried,
Torn skin and flesh hanging, skulls pure white exposed,
Welcome to the doom filled with walking bloody demons,
The son of Chronus and Rhea, I helped defeated the Titans,
Now an ultimate ruler of the universe, master of the underworld,
They nickname me the Grim Reaper, and I'm coming to take your soul,
Making the fall to hell so much steeper, as I sink my scythe deeper,
Angel of death sucking out your last breath, I'm so unseen,
As I bear my helmet of invisibility, you've been living deceitful,
and now life has lost it's meaning, a piece of you in my hand, walking away grinning,
Welcome helm of darkness, PureBlack and Chaotic Virgo instant massacre,

Chaotic Virgo:

Pouring from damnation four horsemen riding strong
I possess the scrolls for whom the bell tolls thought to be lost and gone
Horsemen riding putting light in hiding nights becoming long
Clashing together to form the nether merging becoming one
A flash of death and pestilence war joining hands with conquest
The Lords unrest created the best of 4 worlds conjoined in violence
The hand of dark justice clenches its fist as I come forth from silence
I look to see dark righteous anger standing with his scythe
A smile on his skinless face holding a soul to devour
A grin within my fiery eyes... you cowards run and hide
Together we will rule this place the hand has struck the hour.

PUreBLaCk{ImApoeT}:

Lynching worthless souls, building a death tower,
As we designate the abode of the dead,
Three headed monsters in place to guard them,
We're just the deathless gods for your child,
For he who tries to cheat death, don't cross us,
We send black animals to come and play retriever,
And precious minerals come from under the earth,
Glorifying, feeling the wrath of death, yet still rich,
With your blood as it spills and waterfalls down these walls,
As I loathed in gifts from Cyclopes, as the horses gallops,
I ride through on this dark chariot, zombie horses,
Souls shaken, bodies stand stiff stuck in fearsome,
I just tossed them the cloak of death, made easy,
blood splatters and burnt smoke rises, tongue licks bloody lips,
as you can barely glimpse, his structure, here's Chaotic.V, fellow angel of death,

Chaotic Virgo:

The ashes of the damned inhaled, black testament my breath
Eyes of holy fire, and my body wrapped in shadows
The sinful are my favorite dinner, I feed upon the gallows
Pass a soul to PureBlack the reaper, sharing in the dish
Give your soul to feed the Keeper, death your only wish
Don't think me biased, I'll take the innocent as well
The sinful are the finest though, souls taste better from hell
I stand before a temptress virgin, stealing the hearts of men
Inciting the heart of man to stray, leaving their spirit in sin
The last of which was my kiss of death, leaving the mark of the beast
Scavengers of the damned now joined in on the virgin feast
With the power of Sadom and Gamora, I crush the devils children
Knocking down your towers of power, to heaven you tried to build them
Now its time to walk in Chaotics path, and feel PureBlacks wrath
This world has become so black with hate, sinners, YOU do the math
Here we stand, two angels, fallen, death now our occupation
There is no job to big or small, one soul or an entire nation
We clean this world of filth until the mountains run red with blood
We shouldn't enjoy our jobs but still Got Damn It Its been fun!