Jake Booth
Poetry, Rock Stacks
Dreaming Reality
I wrote this in junior high for an English class project
I dream of a changing in life
Without love or lovers
Innocent souls slit by the knife
Street gangs and throat-cutters
Our countries neck held to Death's scythe
Knowing violence stutters
I dream of people that shame us
People like psychotics
Shooters with twisted minds, famous
Pop antibiotics
Makes them crazy, crimes so heinous
And crime stays chronic
I dream of killing all killers
and ending the madness
The country's growing iller
Undercover sadness
Is killing our sick thriller?
We cannot keep having this
I dream of living a nightmare
Using prayer as my crutch
Evil watches with a tight glare
Wanting Christ's healing touch
The values of what's right might tear
...Maybe I dream too much
What They Want
They want you on your phone
They want you in your home
They want you to feel alone
They want you cold as stone
They want you to not believe or know
They want to keep and run the show
They want you reaping what you sow
They want their claws in deep and your feelings low
They want you to lose faith
They want you sheltered in place
They want you bowing in Hell's gates
They want you dependent upon the state
They want the new norm to be fabricated
They want the scorn to be celebrated
They want the unborn to be terminated
They want families torn and eliminated
They want you to hate yourself
They want you to hate each other
They want you to kill yourselves
They want you to kill your brothers
They want to narrow your perception
They want you without protection
They want you ignorant of behavioral projection
They want your life energy and your undivided attention
They want you to be numb, that's why they medicate you
They want you to be dumb, that's why they educate you
They want you to be scum, that's why they exonerate you
They want you without tongue, notice how they underrate you
They want you to isolate your culture or remove it all together
They want you to destroy the sculpture and elude history forever
They want you because they're vultures and for their own endeavors
They want you to follow your pride. Be keen their methods are clever
They want you on their side, until they don't need you anymore
They want you to follow blind, dancing along to their repertoire
They want you in a bind, always and forever asking for more
They want control of your mind, and plan to rot out your core
They want it and you'll give it, daddy's validation
They want to invert forgiveness, plastic liberation
They want in your business, cybernetic incarceration
They want deception vivid, a schizophrenic visualization
God can be found in the Bible
God is in the material, you choose the idol
God speaks to me in my dreams
God is always watching, closer than it seems
I found God in a crystal ball
I see God in one and in all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no that's God in the sky!
You're born, you live, you'll see God when you die
God is within the elements, no the space in between
God is outside perspective, evidence yet to be seen
God is a man, that's why he sternly commands your direction
Um. Excuse me, but God is a woman. I'm afraid you have the wrong impression
God is the past, the present, and the future all at once
The progressive God is science. That is, unless you're a dunce
God sees everything, it makes me really uncomfortable while I pee
God is all-knowing, tracking your exploitation's while free
God is the beauty of the feminine and the joy of a small child's laugh
God is the explosive rage of the masculine, more fearsome than a lightning's crash
God is a who, not an idea, place or thing
and God has filled life with love! I cannot help but sing!
God told me to kill you and your family if you do not follow divine word
Was that God's voice or have you found belonging in an extremist herd?
God is coming quick, you'll miss it if you blink
I know God is real because, hmm.. let me think
God gave me freedom to explore darkness and through strife I found light
God and I wrestled for truth and now I see that I was being groomed to fight
You'll see God when you witness birth and in the eyes of your dying mother
God hangs about in the abandoned church and in the heart of your significant other
The divine is unknowable. This poem isn't making any sense..
God awaits even agnostics, when they're ready to get off the fence
All this God talk is too complex, it's frustrating. I'd rather avoid such a profound thought
You won't find God inside thinking anyway. God resides silently in the void and in the naught
Well then what's this God poem for!? To confuse me all the more? You've made this into a mind chore
The Word is only an allure. Faith comforts the unsure and the placebo within your belief bestows a spiritual cure
Your definition of God is impure. To continue to listen is a bore. I'm closing off my ear's and eye's door.
God Is
I Am
I am infinite
I am the perfect silence
I am awareness
I am vibration
I am the light
I am love!
I am of the Earth
I am present
I am alive!
I am so grateful!
I am tempted
I am selfish
I am bound by sin
I am my environment
I am mostly water
I am what I eat
I am the process of evolution
I am microscopic cells, half of which are foreign bacteria
I am a symphony of autonomous bodily systems, harmoniously playing the song of my existence..
I am the product of my genetic lineage
I am my experience
I am what I own
I am better than you
I am not going to apologize
I am an extrovert
I am strong
I am in charge
I am alpha!
I am a Soldier of God
I AM GOD!
I am here for a reason
I am going to fix the world!
I am much more informed than you
I am making the wrong decision
I am going to do it anyway
I am sure things will work themselves out
I am resistant to change
I am confused why I am here
I am in the wrong body
I am just walking star-dust
I am no one
I am an introvert
I am greedy
I am a narcissist
I am only human
I am sexually charged, repressed, and then charged again
I am a little annoyed by that
I am getting too old for this
I am growing uncomfortable
I am finding it hard to trust
I am vulnerable
I am not equal
I am oppressed
I am grossly offended!
I am still waiting for an apology…
I am not going to be pushed around!
I am not going to say it again
I am going to kill you!!
I am not responsible for it either
I am only kidding..
I am progressive
I am ready for a change
I am going to get to it tomorrow
I am in need of a real upgrade
I am the most sophisticated cybernetic organism
I am going to live the longest
I am being brainwashed... Damn
I am split in two
I am an omnivert
I am living in a literal cartoon
I am LMAO about it!
I am my mistakes
I am still learning
I am not looking back
I am followed by my shadow
I am shielding you from a buried closet, where I confine, isolate and torture my psyches skeletons..
I am divided, broken and traumatized
I am losing my grip on reality
I am disgusted with myself
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired
I am pissed!
I am drowning in disparity
I am the Devil, herself
I am so fucked…
I am not dealing with this right now
I am filled with hate
I am too judgmental
I am being tested
I am a disciple
I am a creator of will
I am enlightened!
I am not convinced
I am starting to regret it all
I am so very sorry…
I am truly forgiven
I am grateful to have struggled so much
I am the beholder and filter of my emotions and behaviors
I am here with open eyes and an open heart
I am a vehicle for inspiration, intuition and creativity
I am responsible for my change
I am larger than I could ever perceive
I am an ambivert
I am balanced
I am saved!
I am dying
I am afraid
I am okay with it
I am seeing things so clearly now
I am facing my reflection
I am staring into my eyes
I am looking at the deepest part of my being
I am hardly recognizing myself
I am not who I thought I was
I am at a loss for words..
I am still figuring things out, I guess..
