Uneducated Psalms

By Buffalo

If you ever felt like a coward or less than what you are, maybe less than a human being at one point, then there might be something here for you, I mean life plagues, guilt does to even guilt for the little things. These poems are very personal and somewhat confessional, some might even say esoteric but maybe not do esoteric though. It is with deep hope that these poems transcend into the universal and when you feel you are at your lowest point in life there was somebody or there is somebody right there with you, maybe even lower and you could do something with it. These points in our life give up meaning for the best or the worst of us, they give us a story and a higher hope and power to look up to, whether you say so or not after you have fallen down you have to look up and talk to someone or something in whatever tone you choose and that is what these poems do. They use God as a starting point as a reference to a being but to you it may be someone or something else and they are entitle Psalm because they are a cry out like King David from the Bible did that is why the word somewhat esoteric is used.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469196657

Buffalo

I cannot say that I have had the hardest life in the world, and I cannot say that I had the easiest life in the world. But there was some abuse, use, and sickness in my life and I would like to think it shows what those things do to a man throughout these poems and how they make a man feel about his self and his life, life in general. I would not even say I am the most devout Christian man out there but I have read some things in the Bible and talking to God seems normal, right? For me sometimes it is hard to talk to other people so I talk to these pages and I know what I have said about my parents in here but hey they still help me out to as much as they can to the best they can, at least that is what I would like to think. I have pretty much lived in Pico Rivera, California, my whole life except for that short stent to Northern California to the college town of Davis. Growing up always thought I was smart then high school ended and I found out that maybe after all I wasn’t so smart, but hey, I roll with the punches and keep on going and that is what I am doing here finding a way to keep on truckin’.

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Psalm 1

Conscious-Unconscious

It’s not that part of my mind that I am conscious of which scares me most, you know those things I know I am capable of, those things I know I would do and those things I simply would not do, but it is my unconscious mind which scares me most when I am in some type of panic or manic state. Acting without any conscious effort, only actions and reactions, no thought in process, like a wrecking ball of great mass and weight rolling down Mount Kilimanjaro, destruction, devastation! It is in that state I am most free and in that state I am most scared to be.

Psalm 2

God I Need Help

God I need help

No more screwin’ around

My life is at stake

Hell has come to the earth I know

Fire from the skies

Floods from the ground

Famine across the land

Demons possess my mind

Six Six Six all around

It seems I am a marked man

I do not know if you hear me anymore

But if you do send your Son once more

Jesus Christ, my sins are so great

Affliction causes distance between me and every race

I see beautiful people for I am deformed

A question is what I am

Demons possess my mind

I want love God

Is it possible for me?

Do I deserve it?

Your love in that book is unconditional

But I have been conditioned for evil

Mouth opened wide, nothing to do

With a cue I robbed pleasures

Succumbed to moonlight desires

Demons possess my mind

In the shadows

God I hear everyone telling me,

Get out of town!

Leave now!

To your only friend!

God am I really that horrid

Do I deserve all of this

The shit of the world

I pray, fix my mind, I pray!

My own mother God cannot stand me

She hates the ground I walk

She curses the day I was incepted

The day I was born, words will not describe

She wished to rob me of joy, throwing daggers

She wants me tormented until death

She laughs

My own father God cannot be more disappointed with me

He shows frustration evident in tongue

He has angry eyes pinning me

I was born to be his tool

He and the families sins are mine to bare he implies

He wishes that I move far off and never return

He laughs

Psalm 3

Dear . . .

Oh God, are you