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Tears for the lost souls of many miss crimes
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20/20

Sit on the crooked chair under the ladder stair and receive a standing overture of stares. Plain ppl stare into the night so a reflection wont be reflected back to the dead. Systems broken leadership on bend and knee. Why didn’t we see that hindsight in 20/20. Just like the honey bee before they emerge from their slumber. They know to think before acting. Stir the flower, waste the energy from the sun. And steal their nectar from the pedals and harvest the life blood to which we call existence.   Existence burns in the veins.  Sweet as honey to the taste. Fiery and alive till we stop existing and just start being. Not like the honey bee. But just like the plain ppl that stare into the night 

Put here before us

To climb the hill

Put here before us

To spit the pill

Put here before us

To dance under the sill

Put here before us

Through this all

It was put here before us

Revelations Reckoning

The horn’s will sound

The beast’s will level the ground

The Angels will call, When Satan starts the fall

Diving into a pit of lava

to start the thousand year reign

No thunder, No lighting, not even rain

The righteous will die from foreign pain

The blood of the God’s will stain

The Earth, The Skies and The Souls

Children will bath in the rivers of blood and sleep on the shores of plague

Crime will run unflinching

Grime will stain the finger nails of man

Time will cease

The Dime will be the number of the beast

Never achieving peace

All doors shut

All windows boarded up

Concrete will bend, crack and split

Mountains will Bow, Crawl and Scatter

The Winds will Bellow, Cry and Scream

To find Revelations Reckoning

its been 3 years

elected endeavours of emporers

so it has been 3 years since i started my poetic career. it has been a battle but fun all the same

here is the link to my first full length book of poetry

filled with poems about Life, Love and Death 

On & On & On & On

The Gems of the Nile

cover the shore line in a pile, of such beauty with such mesmerizing scenes

This world is held in denial of meaning

The colours,The shaped  rows and rows are all screaming

on & on & on & on

Stand with me, Bath with me, Dance with me

To the other side, the other worlds are calling for meaning

Transporting into otherness

Idols, Gods, Art all derived from the wayside

What a scene of screaming beauty

To be back in innocence of style and sight

To see the light as it truly wants to be seen and have been

As it goes

on & on & on & on

Oh How

Oh How

The night is young after the meds have stung

Taking hold of something from the equilibrium

spinal fluid

Seem so lucid and obscene to the touch

but so real to the feel

Skin’s peel, The Souls Mask

Oh How

The night shows the light

under skin coloured lines

Oh How

The night is good times

dancing with the devil

under pale moon light

The eyes of the wolf, deer caught in head lights

FRIGHT

at a sight of yellow eyes

BY and By

we all slowly die

new spoken word track

Adrift,( remove this)

restless rift

all just floating on a raft of anxiety and nervous pleas

paid the fee to cross the mindless state of america

Hysteria burns through the plains and pains of flight or fight

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life’s kiss is a “miss” understood rose or maybe thorns

when Horns pierce the side

Porn covered on all channels of snowy T.V.

restless minds

all kinds of binds and times

all adrift on a raft

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