A Life In Progress

This poem was the hardest to write but alas, I managed to get through it. I was debating on whether or not to post it but my girlfriend is amazing....so I did :).

The wrists scream and the veins obey, since sixteen, I’ve been afraid
Just a thin freak that spends his days in sheets trying to mend his grace
In many ways, these sins I face, will one day get me to Heavens gates
Looking for better days, I’ll enter as a renegade who mitigates
The situation at hand…it’s been a life in progress, a night in coffins
Trying not to let those thoughts in, I fight’em off while wondering where God went
Where God went, I wonder where God went? How long will he be gone?
Gotta focus on my concepts as I’m slowly singing my songs but it all goes wrong
I get the feeling he’s late, watching angels dance on the head of the blade
Reminding me of days when I used to get ostracized by the rest of the grade
Thrown in the brig, forced to live his school days as a troll under the bridge
Control is a bitch, holding the switch flipping it off and on knowing I’m sick
Call the apothecary; I’m forced to write a life where the plot is scary
Plus I piss in a pot I carry, living a life where the plot is scary
A lot’ll vary but at least it beats starring in a film by Tyler Perry
But when bills come, I feel like an easy chick that just dropped her panties
No disrespect to the ladies but it’s half your fault I’m here in the first place
Loneliness was the worst case scenarios of hurt came, why am I here in the first place?
Been told to go to Hell so many times, I smile and respond with a “funny,
At least where I’m going, it’s always sunny and the demons love me
And my stomachs always hungry, no different from Earth my little lovely
But at least, here, these Hell spawn won’t wear masks when trying to take something from me”
Some nights, I swear I could smell my flesh burn, yes sir, living as a blessed cur
Yes sir, and I’m not waking till I learn how this bed works, yearning for Death’s cure
Caught in cautious caution’s conscience gosh its contents got us unhappily smilin’
So we have to be wilin’, wear our masks and be silent, I bask in defiance
As an odd ball waiting for God’s call, I used to have a drive but it got stalled
Hiding my skeletons in my closet with the moth balls, thinking it’s a lost cause
The throat aches and the palms are sweaty; I carried this weight till it got too heavy
I bury the taste with a Gothic medley weary of where my thoughts might get me
Thank God for Hip Hop and comics, both of which were used for escapism
A world where the freak got the girl and I’ve always been a slave to the rhythm
Burning bridges till I had to cross’em and I can’t swim so I drown in my sorrows
Cursed with women and was ostracized for some time cuz of the path I followed
And I wonder why? See, I almost cut life but decided to give it another try
And let the caterpillars in my stomach develop into beautiful butterfliesTweet

A Smiling Satan

Its been a long time, I shouldn't left you without a strong rhyme to step to

Satan smiles defiles savin, reconciles the sire’s wasteland

Up in isles, the fires we facin met denials of the lost and wasted

The cost was amazing, constantly dodging life’s bullets like Keanu Reeves

Lost to the Martix where black and white only coexist in piano keys

Pull it while it’s trying to leave, never kissed brown but Brown, Chris while Rihanna pleads

You know my steeze, the style with ease in a pile of fiends we aligned with thieves

We aligned with thieves trying to find our peace but our sighs released the signs of grief

The science of grieves and the violence of peace commingle to mangle the heart on our sleeves

But see, I ain’t political but if I ever met Harper I’d ask him about his dick size

Cuz he must be over compensating for something the way he wields these big lies

Still, with no insurance, we took the “common” out of common courtesy

Trying to drink up knowledge’s truth serum with every quart I see

On a course I weave trying my best to bring order to every court I see

Of course I’ll plead, watching roses wilt cuz they haven’t been watered in many days

But it really doesn’t matter because my baby loves daisies anyways

A heavy weight who weighs one-eighty-five in lips alone trying to grip the throne

Kill the king, pimp slap the prince while trying to kiss a stone, I missed my show

But the wind will blow past a winking innocence, singing in a fence

Sinking in my ship, thinking “this is it” but knowing I ain’t missing this

Oh how the sea was open, offering myself up to the queen of oceans

Cuz it seems it’s hopeless, where you can’t get the keys of life but the keys of dope and

With ease my opus needs my focus lovin livin livin livid

As an unhip hipster, the world’s funnest straight-edge, I stay dead livin timid

Thinking what I ain’t said swimming in a grave bed; I face debt while living in it

Used to refuse smiles, used to the noose wild, but I got a muse now, I’m grinnin

From ear to ear like the Joker but the truth is, even he can be sane sometimes

I’m sustained in punchlines, she’s a saint who done time in Hell but escaped the confines

My angel with a nose wrinkle, here to shower me with enough blessings

But I’m off topic; I was supposed to be asking all the tough questions

Like, why are our souls so empty? How come Fox’s media is so offending?

Mr. Jamaal, how the hell are you so trending?! But alas, I’m lost and antsy

And so our lives have become the equivalency of an unraked pile of leaves

So here we are, constantly dodging life’s bullets like Keanu Reeves

Up in isles, the fires we facin met denials of lost and wasted

Reconciling pyres in wastelands to up the styles of a smiling Satan

..............Yes I have succumbed to the "Matrix" reference :PTweet

Speak! Performances (Masked Monkeys, Ice Falls, Life is Like)

Watch all three pieces I did at Ottawa's biggest and best coffee house Speak! Yeah, if you didnt come then you guys missed out on a good ass show. Alas, all is not lost, here are my performances! I better see you at the next one! Love and thanks goes out to Graeme "Loh El" O'Farrell for doing the camera work. For more poetry hit up http://www.youtube.com/user/EzraPoundLives 

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Ever Wonder What My First Performance Sounded Like?

If you have then here it is. The first two poems I've ever performed... Came a long way since then. Enjoy, as this is kinda embarrassing for me to watch!

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Angel Wings

Dedicate this to catharsis....

Have you ever seen an angel who cut both her wings off with her own hands?
So damned, mad at God cuz she figured out the bearded old man’s whole plan
She fell to live amongst man, around the time when I was lost believing nothin’
Lost and in need of lovin’, lost in my mother’s regular topic of discussion
“Lowlife”, “deadbeat” all for pursuing a form of art instead of a degree
So I decree, I’m never gonna stop and I’m making that into a creed
Mama, please forgive me cuz I’m gonna put my dream in an animation state
So suspended, you’d swear they were striking at Disney, competition please forgive me
Cuz if you try to get in my way then I’m chopping you down to mince meat
God please forgive me, I’m hoping one day you’ll finally be able to kiss me
See, I’m thinking of callin it quits, the hole in my heart has become a bottomless pit
Lost in a kiss and harmin’ its lips, caught in a fit in a garden of cists
But a Rombough once said that my art didn’t define me, I define my art
And I took that line to heart, in a rat race amongst all the lions and sharks
Where my demise is imminent, televised live on internet tellin’ lies
Of a little kid, I made this bed but I won’t lie, I’ll swim in it
Carving a crown of thorns into my own chest to remember how love aches
Sittin’ in a levee making mud cakes chanting “Someone release the flood gates!”
Cuz down here we all float, doctor or bum, don’t matter, we all drown the same way
And ultimately, in the end, we’re all slowly rushing towards the same fate
Save grace or save face, you can’t do both lose hope cuz we’re all living for the next day
A pawn facing a king can only be found in a chess game and it gets lame
Living for the city, I’ll be the first to admit, it gets sorta silly
When you find that I did all of this to get my slice of pie with expired filling
Cuz I don’t need to own a treasured whip, all I need is a clever quip
And I’ll treasure this equipped with metal fists, revel this cuz the pebble fits
Despite popular belief, this isn’t a poem about following your dreams
It’s more about how you maintain it when it starts to come apart at the seams
Trying to kiss an angel but it might be fatal, stealing light from her halo
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Cement Shoes

Really don't know what to say about this one, I basically just let my emotions guide the pen. It should come with no surprise though, seeing how there's a heavy emphasis on emotions in this poem. Watch me dance with cement shoes on!

Tell em they can’t walk in my shoes cuz my souls are worn out living in a present past

Training myself to put my worst foot forward first so I can save the best for last

An impressive cat that learned early on in life never to resent its laps

And to this day the lesson last see I have this tendency to talk first & listen last

A motor mouth who soldiered out, living in his motor house

Trying to sort it out, I thought it out still missing what it’s all about

Missing what it’s all about so tell those two self righteous poets, I don’t need them to like me

So they can go to Hell cuz I’ve been there & back & that’s where I learned to be young & feisty

And how I learned to spit with a thirst so raw that it can’t be quenched with just any iced tea

So tell God to Skype me unless I’m crazy and I very well just might be

Tell those two self righteous poets that we never needed to be friends

Cuz when you lost it you find better company with the voices in your head

But they’ll remain nameless cuz I could talk so much s*** but my stomach would get upset

Then to win it back, I’d have to apologise for all the mean things I said

With my knees on the gravel, I’ll grovel to Gravol, still pass the paper

Cuz ever since I dropped out, this rascal’s major has been to draft a paper

That’ll historically rival Pascal’s wager but the future has more to see

And with zero potency, I’ll try to live on through my emo poetry

Singing my heart break to my crush like 

You be the princess,

I’ll be your monster

Have you met your prince yet? 
Could he be your martyr? 
I bet he ain’t artistic

Aimlessly I’ll wander, 
I wanna taste your lipstick
Instead I’m left with heart hurt

But she’ll turn away cuz I’m not much of a singer, still I’m singing harder

Till my tonsils sore, the Child’s missing the good old days of the console wars

If only Sega knew, if only Sega knew exactly what’s in store

But alas, we’re both obsolete, two 16 bit souls in a Black Ops age

And from what I hear, PlayStation’s all the rage I fall from grace, far from safe

So I draw blood to draw guns to draw love on a pad armed with crayons

The day’s long, feeling right at home with the blues & the paper I create on

My feelings are right at home, the resent, the reject, & my personal lament

Tell em they can’t walk in my shoes cuz these shoes are custom made of cement

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Bizarro: The Window to my Sanity

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I’m selfish, helpless but not helpless as in I’m helpless but helpless as in I’ll help less

But not like the less fortunate but more like the less morbidded who forfeited

‘Cause as the old sane goes, there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbows

So in my stained clothes, I’ll walk the trail of old staples till I’m lost & hateful

Hate full of shit & amiss amidst the mist, the myth? Don’t exist like world peace

A wish to hold peace, enlist to hold piece when it’s found in a cold leaf

Apathetic but not like I’m emotionally apathetic

But more like I’m a pathetic ‘cause I’m last to get it, passed aggressive

But it’s not like I’m passed aggression but more like I’m passive aggressive

Masking the pensive as the masses condenses & asks the questions of who has the blessings?

See, I’m selfish but not like I’m self less but more like one day I’ll know what self is

The investments of lessons, the best fit is always government tested

Damn, I think I need help! But it’s okay see I got the recipe for all the sorrow

My shadow gets the best of me the rest of me is for a brighter tomorrow

An offering to the sun as I slow dance with a lit wick bomb but its official

See I never could dance, unless I was brought a couple of issues

Insomniac, listening to his kitchen sink tell his faucet “I’ll tap that” & you know what?

I’ll tap that with a bad back over a laugh track see I ain’t above or passed that!

Reaping what these hands sow, someone tell these seedlings that this landlord is an ***hole!

Needing his sample & fleeing from his damned soul but knot from the lasso!

Someone call Wonder Woman ‘cause I’m more than strange in a morbid way

And its sorta lame living life for my Lois Lane but you’ll get no complaints

‘Cause everyone needs a villain in their story, please allow me to be yours

What’s Sherlock without Moriarty, Superman without Lex? I think I’m on the right course

And of course, having my heart beat me up so I use my muscle tissue to wipe my eyes

On those nights I cry but Christ, I try, tell Christ I try! To Heaven’s heights I fly

With the intent of giving them the failed tunes of Hell’s blues watching as the trail loops

Building my castle out of Lego while telling my folks how I’ll fly their coop

Killing my notebook, watch me leave the scene of the crime with ink stained hands

I think I saved man see I brought em back from the brink of my maimed bed, maimed pen

‘Cause I’m not a bad person; I’m just a nice guy who finds himself in bad situations

Ditching patience till I sift through faces to find the right one to give my graces

Kiss the pavement! And chew some gravel, the graffiti on the wall read “I Love You”

But the love songs sound sweeter in the sunshine & I know enough to

Enough to grab a sweater & the recipe for a brighter tomorrow

See it’s simple, simply act like Superman till they call me Bizarro

For getting this far I feel you deserve some sort of reward. Sadly, I'm not able to compensate every person who reads this. So here's what I'll do, I shall reveal what the blurb before the poem says and hope we're even:  This is me, all of me, and nothing but me. If you read this than congratulations, you can read backwards. In Bizarro World, we do everything the opposite way, beautiful is ugly and left is right. Enjoy...

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