"Survivor Series"

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Some of you have already read these...but I just decided I would repost them. These are the poems I entered in the inaugural poetry survivor contest. They are listed in order from week one to week 4. Enjoy!

"Survivor Series"

Mr. Stranger

 

 

I take a look in the mirror and I’m pissed off anger.

I used to recognize myself, now I’m Mr. Stranger.

Open up my bottle, take another sip of hatred…

Now I wish the whole world could be eviscerated.

 

I watch as my face just shifts and changes…

from something likeable with a hint of saneness…

into something monstrous with a pinch of sadist…

And it’s clear my emotions make me go ape sh*t

 

The sounds of my tirade might make your playlist.

The chaos and carnage mix is just my favorite.

I used to be jovial but now those memories faded.

Laughter used to be part of my colloquial language…

 

Now my speech is jaded.

 

I used to be an intellectual, now my brain is vacant…

Used to hide away my sorrow, now my pain is blatant…

I fooled them all along, my happiness was makeshift

Pressure to fit the norm means I just fake it.

 

I won’t rage against the machine again, I’ll just break it

You can deceive yourself, but I won’t lie in the snake pit.

I’m choosing the road less travelled and I’d like to pave it.

The lemming lore you restore, wipes you faceless…

 

because a drone won’t moan if you enslave it.

 

I’m the familiar Mr. Stranger you always hide away quick…

So introduce me to the world because it’s time for…

 

Face lifts.




©2010 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.



 
 

You and I

 

It is I that is I…

and you that is you.

So why do you cry…code blue

when I don’t do that which you…

know I won’t do?

 

I know you…

and I am known to you.

So what makes you think that I owe you clues?

 

I’m making sense in my dedication.

Don’t let the frankincense and myrrh blur your education…

the frankly scented spurs spurn your examination.

Why should I tell a lie…an exaggeration?

 

Your evaluations

of these “me to you” relations…

are becoming baseless.

I can’t crusade for my own cause by becoming faceless.

 

I’ve got no obligation

to make makeshift approximations…

about where we stand in relation to the same station.

 

The obligation of I to you is nil.

I rely on my mind to decide how I choose to use my will.

A fool’s goal is fool’s gold…but still…

If I choose it and I lose it…will you be ill?

 

I am me.

I am free.

 

Yet you try to shackle my actions and can’t appreciate the irony.

You side with me? Only when I hide do you decide to seek

Then you boil inside when I decline to lie beside the mindless sheep.

I’ve found my own way and the finders keep.

 

Why should I take the blame because your mind is weak?

 

If your kind is meek…then go ahead and inherit the earth.

Stop looking in my direction to merit your worth.

I wasn’t there to cry or care at your birth…

So why now do you feel pride or cry when you stare at my work?

 

I am not an example to be followed to the letter “T”

unless you follow the example of me trying to be a better me.

 

You’re responsible for you and believe me it is possible to…

disregard what I do if it isn’t best for you.

If my ship sinks…you don’t have to go down with the rest of the crew.

Your path is not mine…so it’s high time you invested in you.

 

 

©2010 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.





What If The World…

 

What if the world was…

 

Peach cobbler and ice cream sundaes…

Cherries on top of every single Monday…

Taking flight from whipped-cream runways…

Root beer floats topping off your fun days.

 

What if the world was…

 

Marshmallow mountains serving as elevators to the sky…

Drinking from Coca-Cola wells that never run dry…

Banana split ships for a lazy boat ride…

On lemonade lakes…out to vacation mansions fashioned from pie.

 

What if the world was…

 

Candy Cane Lane attached to every street name…

A picture perfect circus with no need to frame

because the “Gum drop bounce” is our favorite game…

and golden notes from throats is a language we all speak the same.

 

What if the world was…

 

Poetic justice?

 

What if the world wasn’t

 

Bad men in badlands turning dreams to trash cans…

Strung out babies that have been dealt bad hands…

War and famine pouring out of our glands…

Utopia unachievable and out of our plans…

 

What if the world wasn’t…

 

A trip down Skid Row with history as an introduction

An honorable mention at the hall of shame plus up for induction

A smorgasbord of ill accordat the slaughter house…an eruption

A hodgepodge of odd nods and opened bods…a likely consumption

 

What if the world wasn’t…

 

Dying breeds of honored kings being a rarity like iron seeds…

Fire breathed across lands causing hired hands to die…of dire need…

Ire being mired in the muck of murderous minions that admire when a sire bleeds

Desired things acquired behind the scenes fiendishly…which requires fiends

 

What if the world wasn’t…

 

What we made of it?

 

 




©2010 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.






Bombs Over Utopia

By: Malik Peterson

 

Let’s see…

Where do I start?

To tell the truth I had a vision…

But this sudden indecision sickens my precision

Not to mention…I’m less than smitten by the public’s position…

of…

battle cry this, battle cry that…we won’t give in to submission.

 

But listen…

 

They don’t drop bombs over Utopia.

 

So in this land of hocus pocus fluff…

We throw our fists in the air, hoping our showing’s tough

Letting our voices be heard as one is explosive…plus

Our mighty cry will open the sky, rain fire and brimstone upon those opposing us.

 

And we don’t worry about blowing up…

 

because…they don’t drop bombs over Utopia.

 

So after the remonstration, or demonstration…it’s back to the sheisha bar smoking stuff.

Sending our hearts out to the hopeless ones is close enough.

My rage subsides as I blow and puff

I mean…sure…their going’s rough

But I came, I saw, my feet pounded pavement, that was me showing up.

All the while they sleep on the streets in a lonely tuck…

Because their dwellings, their homes have been wholly plucked…

off the face of the planet, by a lowly, soulless, unholy schmuck.

So we take all that energy and we focus what?

Let’s get a good night’s sleep on a cozy huck-

a-back well rested carries the load while they're froze and stuck

in the only place they know now…the coldest rut

.

.

.

So my position is mental transmission with the most high…

making rivers flow from both eyes.

 

And while I ask for their release from tyranny…I give thanks that…

 

they don’t drop bombs over Utopia…

 

Because if they did….

 

what would you do then? 



 


 
 ©2010 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.

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Bettysrainbow48 commented on "Survivor Series"

03-14-2010

Your talent doesn't end you are good. It isn't easy to write such long poems plus to make them interesting.

MalikPeterson

03/22/2010

Thank you so much...I am really glad you liked them and I was able to hold your interest throughout :)

knight4696 commented on "Survivor Series"

03-11-2010

Damn Great Writes Malik! I enjoyed all 4! My favorite is Bombs Over Utopia - Excellent Job! :) Ken

MalikPeterson

03/13/2010

thanks ken...I am really glad you liked them all and i appreciate you stopping by and giving me a read or two. Cheers!!!

MindNumbing commented on "Survivor Series"

03-09-2010

All four are fantastic, but "What If The World" and "Bombs Over Utopia" are TOP NOTCH! Outstanding!

MalikPeterson

03/11/2010

thank you thank you ma lady. I appreciate your time spent here at my chamber door :)

Charlie23 commented on "Survivor Series"

03-09-2010

Very cool! I remember the first time I read Mr. Stranger, I was curious who had written that one! Awesome set! There's a reason you went all the way in that friendly compitition!

MalikPeterson

03/11/2010

Thank you Charlie. I am glad you think so. Thanks again for stopping by and I appreciate the time you took to do it :)

Hiporlacking commented on "Survivor Series"

03-07-2010

My favorite of the three was "What if the world", I really dug how the last word of every line seemed to be emphasized when read alound. Nice Malik.

MalikPeterson

03/07/2010

thanks hip...glad you liked them

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

MalikPeterson’s Poems (52)

Title Comments
Title Comments
"We: The World Famous Shameless Disappearance
"(song)
38
"The Gaudy Guise Of External Fortitude" 20
"Memorandum To The Masked Masses" 14
"The Melancholy Of The Heartless Ones" 19
"The Misconceived Symphony Of Synergy" 38
"The Complex Theory Of Beauty" 29
"Stuck In Traffic" 29
"Kiss The Demons And Make Them Cry" 37
"The Making Of A Classic" 16
"Only The Righteous Know" 46
"It Was All A Dream"(dream series) 13
"For The Love Of...?"(5 poem series) 23
"Media Collateral Ligaments" 40
"Note To Self" 19
"Survivor Series" 9
"Play It By Ear" 12
"On Pleasure I Land" 25
"Siamese Nightja-wu" 3
"Love Story v1: Jade and I" 22
"Would You Still Love Me?" 32
"Yesterday's Future Present" 18
"She's Deeply In Love" 26
"Voices" 10
"The Somnambulists
"
9
"The Passer By" 11
"A Heartfelt Debate" 8
"A Stark Life" 11
"The Sex Issue" 6
"Torn" 31
"Speaking of Deja Vu..." 4
"The Paradise Club" 5
"7 Days of Bloodshed" 13
"Reality" 6
"First Class Flyer" 4
"I Never Wrote A Love Poem..." 14
"Seasons' Dance" 5
"An UpWrite Soul" 4
"Lucid Alpha" 15
"The Voyager's Art" 5
"Promiscuous" 9
"Land of Make Believe" 5
"Normality" 9
"Once Upon a Yesterday" 11
"Victim" 18
"Just Invisible" 7
"Esteemed Colleague" 9
"Fly-By-Night Lights" 6
"Just Your Average Dreamer"(entr
y#3 dream series)
5
"The Essence of a Dream" 7
"Dreams" 13
"War" 9
"I Want to be a Martian" 19