The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

The Devil’s Disguise


About the Author:  Mizz Fab, Leslie has a unique approach to poetry.  She closes her eyes and let’s her pen flow.  She is very social conscious, funny, creative and her heart bleeds poetry.  She has been a friend of mine from way back and what I admire about her most is her honesty and her ability to see through the bullshit of life.

40 responses

  1. I normally don’t do this, but I couldn’t help myself. I usually get an artist to write something new to a topic, but when I read this on Mizz Fabs, facebook page, I couln’t help myself. I think this is very honest and very relevant. I am glad she is my friend and fellow poet.

    David Cardenas

    August 22, 2011 at 5:32 pm

    • mizz fab

      thank you so much david !!!!:)

      August 22, 2011 at 7:13 pm

    • An awesome write and tells of the heartache of the ordinary guy in America today. I especially liked this write, because it showed a side of Miz Fab I haven’t seen before. Well done Lesley, you wrote a powerful and heart wrending write here

      August 23, 2011 at 5:09 am

  2. Okay, I was going to post another piece, but this one is even better….

    ***** written for the New Word Order…

    Freedom Ain’t Free

    Uncle Sam attempts to disengage the American Dream by fucking up things like oil digs and upping the price of gas to hurt our pockets discouragingly

    corporate America corp A rapes us, a raw butt fuck, naked raking our asses over

    the debri of ash and rubble as we continue to struggle working double shifts and

    2 jobs in trouble with the threat of utilities cut, no food to eat as the car gets

    repo’d

    it gets a tax payer ready to re-load some ammo to unload some burdens in a vent

    directed at the government as if the fools voted in office have put a dent into

    the agenda

    quite opposite, they are now repeat offenders

    and we’d like to send the Senate and Congress packing unemployed with no

    backing

    no buy out to help out while they are down and out because my shout out got

    me screaming at these demons for the evil seeds they conceived to try and outwit

    the fit not athletic because a lot of us are quite intelligent as we don’t need a script

    to freestyle

    my pen is the shit

    I don’t give a damn about no rainbow or what color you are because we’re all scarred

    in this day and age because of government conspiracies that create hate crimes avoiding time but if they do get sentenced, it’s white collar crime and they still live

    fine

    the government pleas about keeping it green, how the fuck did they allow the accident in the gulf with oil beads floating the seas?

    and they blame us and want to raise taxes again and AGAIN AND AAAAAGAIN!!!!!

    where is all the money we have sent them taken out of our checks weekly?

    next thing we will hear the country is living week to week and we’re too weak to feed the meek and we need to seek our own means and if that is the first thought that comes to my mind standing on the green of the Whitehouse Lawn is all I see

    Mr. President, what the fuck are you doing for me? Stop stealing my money making it funny when it comes to healthcare but good enough for $4 a gallon

    people, we got lost in trances as they all sang anthems about dreaming a life for yourself as the cream of the dream melted and people heard the voice of the thought provoker that choked the illusion when the country’s leaders led us to get caught up in delusional mental shit to slay the reality

    ain’t that some shit? like some backwards psychology

    I know the band of the revolution is stretched out broken as tokens of Canadian coins don’t get passed no more because people consider running for the border and their money is probably worth more than our quarter

    slaughtered are the sheep in the field but every once in while a wolf in sheep’s clothing is slain as they call it friendly fire but you and I know from the wire it was time to retire that fake mutha fucker’s number

    I’m a soldier giving the administration my shoulder because the more bull shit we get fed the bolder my motive gets, fuck emoticons as I raise two fingers in the air as if I even care to fake sharing a country’s sentiments of how we claim to be the best place to live in the world

    August 22, 2011 at 5:59 pm

    • You always drop some deep azz knowledge Tammy. diggin this one like cooked food.

      David

      August 22, 2011 at 6:43 pm

    • mizz fab

      tammy that pen of yours is smoldering hot

      August 22, 2011 at 7:14 pm

    • This is one straitht talking write Tammy, You told it as you see it and live it. So many awesome lines here but I felt the following really hit me like a sledge hammer

      ‘I don’t give a damn about no rainbow or what color you are because we’re all scarred

      in this day and age because of government conspiracies that create hate crimes avoiding time but if they do get sentenced, it’s white collar crime and they still live

      fine

      the government pleas about keeping it green, how the fuck did they allow the accident in the gulf with oil beads floating the seas?

      and they blame us and want to raise taxes again and AGAIN AND AAAAAGAIN!!!!!

      where is all the money we have sent them taken out of our checks weekly?

      next thing we will hear the country is living week to week and we’re too weak to feed the meek and we need to seek our own means and if that is the first thought that comes to my mind standing on the green of the Whitehouse Lawn is all I see’

      August 23, 2011 at 5:17 am

    • Words can not even express the power that projects from this piece! Tammy, your soul rips through each line bringing a heartfelt reality.

      August 23, 2011 at 3:43 pm

  3. thank you both. I appreciate the love always.

    August 22, 2011 at 8:08 pm

  4. The Devils Mask
    By David Cardenas

    Sometimes the truth is so ugly; the devil doesn’t want to claim it
    It pushes and it shoves me, until I’m forced to name it
    This goes way beyond the cover up, way after the pain quits
    When all the winners and the losers walk around aimless

    Shell shocked, as images replay the fact that hells hot
    The devil tells not, but the visions are packed with the tell spots
    Landscapes riddled with bullet holes as empty shells drop
    Hands and face riddle with blood from battles well fought

    Staring at the face of death, realizing the eyes look like mine
    My chest is a burning mess; the feeling is etched in for a life time
    Soldier, men, human, I dig a little closer afraid of what I might find
    Fathers, sons, and husbands, all dead, but it wasn’t the right time

    In the back drop, the devil knocks over his final chess piece
    As I chock on the smoke of war and inhale the dead beast
    Decapitated heads, severed arms, but still nobody gets peace
    And with all I have witness, I ask the Lord to protect me

    Buildings crumble, black smoke fills the air all around
    It appears I stand alone; I stumble and fall to the ground
    The devil takes off his mask and I’m hit with a thought profound
    He is alive and well on this earth as he calmly walks around

    Laughing as we destroy one another; he claims he’s blameless
    Its brother against brother, while death grips and the flames hit
    Now even he is embarrassed as he sits, quickly the shame rips
    And he puts his mask back on, to disguise the fact that it’s all the same shit

    August 23, 2011 at 6:48 am

    • WOW! the imagry here is fanfuckintastic. The picture which unfurls is frightening and you really hit home the horror of the devils touch. Great INK David.

      August 23, 2011 at 7:02 am

      • Thank you Frankie, I was going to write something else, but this took over. I did like the way it came out. Thanks again.

        August 23, 2011 at 2:15 pm

    • i agree with frankie the imagery in this piece is fantastic, epic write you . so many good lines. i loved this

      August 23, 2011 at 11:25 am

      • I appreciate it Leslie, It felt good writing again. Sometimes I take a break and it’s too long. Ugh.

        August 23, 2011 at 2:16 pm

    • Ciph this is now added to my fav list of yours. This piece shreds as it sheds light go personal demons. Loving it

      August 23, 2011 at 3:47 pm

      • Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.

        David

        August 23, 2011 at 9:50 pm

  5. Unhappy

    See all the concerned unhappy faces
    Hear the cries of anguished disbelief
    Watch as the laughter fades and dies
    Eyes now dead, clouded with grief

    A nation once strong, powerful, secure
    Struggling to keep that picture alive
    People not knowing what future exists
    Angry disillusioned fighting hard to survive

    Nothing in the world now sunny and bright
    Everything worked for, drifts further away
    Long dark tunnel without flickering light
    Happy ever afters lived out on TV replay

    If this is happening in the great U.S. of A
    The rest of the world is far from O.K.
    We as poets can only write out our fears
    Hoping against hope, our government hears

    We’re stuck in the hands of politicians in power
    Their decisions affecting all of our lives
    We the people, put them there with great trust
    Jobs and houses our payment, forget guns and knives

    Frankie

    August 23, 2011 at 6:56 am

    • This is very powerful. “If this is happening in the great U.S. of A/The rest of the world is far from O.K….”. I love the poem, but these lines really hit me.

      David

      August 23, 2011 at 11:08 am

    • great awakening piece here. i love your ink frankie !!!!

      August 23, 2011 at 11:27 am

    • Frankie, the words are powerful indeed. The struggles of one nation is a rock in the pond of the world and the ripple shall soon touch the entire civilization. I love this piece your majesty.

      August 23, 2011 at 3:38 pm

      • Yes, unfortunately at the moment, the whole world seems to be suffering. Thanks Phoenix (keep the Majesty business up and I just might Knight you!) 🙂

        August 24, 2011 at 12:41 am

  6. Mizz Fab, your words rip! Live and in ink! Love this!

    August 23, 2011 at 3:35 pm

  7. Through Shattered Glass…….. 
    B£@CK PĦ¤€ŊĨX £YRICAL P§¥CĦ¤PAЂ™
     
    Broken street lights, children crying, look at their faces, there are no more smiles
    Neighbors ground shopping, for a narcotic strength, hoping to find a half full crack vial
    Police brutality, racial profiling, curfews set upon the untamed minors
    Flash mobs fighting, the hood is not inviting, and prison is where you’ll find us
    Unemployed fathers, beaten mothers, domestic violence at an all time high
    Through shattered glass I sit and watch an urban downfall, all I can think is, why?
     
    Baby Mamas and baby fathers, not many babies born under hope and unity
    Robbed for my clothes, raped for my pride, I push on, this life is nothing new to me
    Prostitution, the mothers solution, drug sales for father who, need to prevail
    Yet the price of selling your soul and you body is always the chance of time in jail
    Faulty education, drop out rate soaring, hope on a decline whilst, welfare is on a rise
    Through shattered glass I sit and watch an urban downfall, all I can think is, why?
     
    Abandoned homes, homeless hopes to beg for change, Sorry I ain’t got none to give
    A 9 to 5 don’t mean you’ll survive, it just means by which I struggle to live
    Soldiers crying, families losing, some wars are not solely fought by the enlisted
    Street dreams make for a critical war scene, GUNS FIRE! Another dream desisted
    Affirmative action plus racial slurs don’t mean that we looking better in the worlds eye
    Through shattered glass I sit and watch an urban downfall, all I can think is, why

    August 23, 2011 at 3:40 pm

    • wow bp wooooooooooooow i love this . your ink is amazing

      August 23, 2011 at 5:30 pm

      • Thanks Mizz Fab, and thanks for having on your show

        August 23, 2011 at 7:06 pm

    • I love this style. Nicely done my brother.

      David

      August 23, 2011 at 9:53 pm

    • This is so very true in so many parts of the world. The war is not always out where the soldiers are, the war is where society is struggling to survive and sometimes it just keeps on going down through the generations. This is a powerful look at ‘real humanity’ Well done Phoenix.

      August 24, 2011 at 12:37 am

  8. MikeDaMilkman

    Devil’s Mask
    Michael Cardenas

    Must I digress, must I meet these faces
    These facades; these masks are making me change paces
    Relax man; don’t ever give in, just trade spaces
    This guy has so many costumes, yet he lurks the world faceless
    Change to a demon; rearrange the church
    This mask, well it fits, but God damn it hurts
    Switch the costume; change the face
    I Love; because Love is God’s grace
    See how far that mask gets you; you might think you’re in disguise
    Well I’ve been there too; I’ve seen truth turn into lies
    I’ve seen hatred through that mask just by looking into his eyes
    His mask makes him the lord of the flies
    Well, I guess that must make me the man of sin
    I’ve had the best day ever just to fail and have him win
    I can’t let that happen; No, not that again
    The devils mask is revealed now it’s just a demons mannequin

    August 24, 2011 at 6:22 pm

    • Wow, Mike, this is so powerful. Very insightful and deep.

      Dad

      August 25, 2011 at 4:16 am

    • So true Mike, the devil wears many masks. We must be strong and never allow him to win, no matter what disguise he wears.

      August 25, 2011 at 7:14 am

    • MizzFab

      i dug this one mike !!!!

      August 27, 2011 at 1:19 pm

  9. The Devils Disguise
    by David Cardenas

    Sometimes I feel I can’t stand for this; like I’m a masochist
    Like I can’t handle bliss, the first to get hit, but the last to kiss
    I want to rip the skin off my face and expose the real me
    But I’ve been at that place, and I fear you won’t feel me
    Each laugh from the devil, leaves me open and kills me
    So I lick my wounds, get back up, as the pain builds me
    So many broken mirrors, shattered, cracked with shards
    Blind to the fact that I can’t see clearer, my hands hold the scars
    Filled with blood stains from losing at all those love games
    I grit my teeth; take in all the shit and say, “fuck pain”
    Now the devils mask is covered with hurt, blood and rust stains
    And I’m filled with mistrust, as I bust from my crushed brain
    Sometimes I feel so out of place, I’m trying to find where I fit it
    A misfit taking space, out of my mind but with thick skin
    Left in the darkness, wondering when the sun might shine
    But then again, even the devil is forced to wear a disguise sometimes

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Actually, Mike and I turned our piece into a collab, but since he dropped his first on here, I dropped mine solo.

    Love ya Mike.

    August 25, 2011 at 5:48 am

    • A powerful piece David and it makes for a wonderful coolab too. Adore these lines

      ‘Each laugh from the devil, leaves me open and kills me
      So I lick my wounds, get back up, as the pain builds me
      So many broken mirrors, shattered, cracked with shards
      Blind to the fact that I can’t see clearer, my hands hold the scars
      Filled with blood stains from losing at all those love games
      I grit my teeth; take in all the shit and say, “fuck pain”

      August 25, 2011 at 7:18 am

    • MizzFab

      it does make for a great collab. i love your verse as well david. powerful stuff

      August 27, 2011 at 1:20 pm

  10. your world is my tragedy
    from dusk till dawn i breath this life whats left for me is not what i want but i will take and run with it if you please, but never will this travesty break me to my knees im a fighter more than a likely lover, the fuel that burns ignites only your desires i burn your name and watch it soar as our love has once before, tied down fire burning at the cross, feet blistering from your actions scolding my paths as i walk passed em, your world is where is where im stuck in, the pain is everlasting its the circle we spoke of completing but now its unseeming you bared false witness to my well being now your away and the tragedy you played well lets just say now my world is your tragedy

    September 7, 2011 at 8:54 pm

    • Very thought provoking and a wonderful use of words Paula.

      David

      September 8, 2011 at 2:35 am

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