POETRY BY YOU....
Don't be fooled by
Inhumane humanitarians
-laying and staying in hotel Hiltons--
trying to unload there guilt when they are stilting their god
no facade
-his name is mammon-
Believe
the loss of love is true famine
Here's a mirror
examine
Stop now and break down
the rainbows face down to represent Gods frown,
yet still shines with vivid colors to represent the hope of the poverty stricken
stricken so the rich can find a piece of redemption
in charity
Another mans loss is my way to prove I’ve got god in me
A mirror painted ugly
can reveal a beautiful truth
cause it shames a disgraceful lie!
So...
When a life has been sacrificed, and martyred Beaten and marred for the advancement of a true reflection, revealing the burden of love for oneself and the relief of societal depravity. They will be honored by those who can find honor in in mirrors consumed by a flame. For they have noosed themselves free of negative entities and been born again unto the freedom of individuality. Where eternal life roams free....
For-.
God will quiet deaths laughter and
Graves will sing a somber song of loneliness-
and side by side, tombstones will dance in the domino effect.
Laying down to give homage to the power of life!
The motion of democracy moves way too damn slow
legal rights have been veto-ed and overtaken
my eyes close wide, dead, never will they be awakened!
Our souls are being sold inside the dreams of spoil brats grown up into presidency.. Repeat after me this is the US of shame and death to the free…..
Do we rage against the machine or
put gas in the engine and ride this country into oblivion?
kamikaze ungodly--reckless abandon--your faith will dictate what you handing
so what you handin?
Where you standin---don’t look now
the mark of the beast has been branded and 666 renders into 6 letters
-A-P-A-T-H-Y--O’ why
Greed
FACT-if it were up to man
he would try to steal the light from the sun
and replace the sky forever with the shadow of ravens wings
to reflect the darkness of his soul.
Cause even evil truths are a part of us all!
Greed ravages our existence…
And I imagine a man would take every tomorrow and turn it into day
Dwarfing hope, as time as we know it decays
like momentous monuments shriveled by the toxic rains
Trust not those who build their stone statues and wood totems
on the graves of nameless slaves to salute their wealth
And put no faith in the man whose desire is to
and acquire while his brothers starves.
Cause that plague will fan the flame
of the all consuming darkness
That shackles the universe around us
Being fueled by our excessive nature to obtain…
For that great darkness is simply
the absence of our light.
Let go and be free
Words of the Lonely Soldier
The words of evil men sometimes go unspoken
But yet still inflict wounds that are expelled by the language of their apathy.
And truly the dormancy of the human spirit will be the demise of our mankind.
But who cares?
Who can hear the snarls of rich when the poor man tramples his filth in the way of his next vision
Who can see the disgust in the eyes of those who control the currency of those who raise their children
Who can taste the hatred of the corrupt kings of the land, whose peasants starve for the crumbs that fall from their table.
Who can feel the terror of the upper class in fear of returning to the place where their FATHERS STARTED!
And finally, who can smell the stench of the rich mans' APATHY for those who died ,to fight their wars.
Who?
Hopefully it is You,
Cause I can’t fight it alone.
UNTITLED
Mans greed is masked by his religion-coconquering world in the name of mammonous wishes
Capitalists in there evangelical suits, salute this Halloween dream turn reality
Now nightmares on every street
and we fear communism
cause sharing isn't the way of the beast
small scale or large scale
each one can teach one
give two get two
the many are one
Young black men
street corner prophets-
paying homage to the way the glock spit
tank top-bandana- totin large hammers-inspired by the ex-dope dealer turn rapper-telling his story of keys and cars-
o the dark story
but he tells it so eloquent-
they want they glory
yet they neva tell it in the past tense
like the still living it
Man they still killin niggers after they sold 5 million records?T
Their even worse than before
Maybe they did it in there youth to survive now they rich and they still keeping it alive?
hmm ...
Maybe it was all lies-maybe it was all lies-!
Don’t look surprised
I will die for what I say
truth can only live in this dark world a few days!
Aask Jesus-33 years filled with tears but I admire it cause it was filled with No fear!
Come here then come hear!!!!!!!!…….
Basement bandit;
revolution brewing in the mind of a troubled teen, and fox news and cbn sure as hell aint helping...
Late night mental flights to Zion his thoughts flying
love and peace-not war for peace-
his mind reclines-
so how do you make a bomb-
-nitro glycerin pheen--
with a G-I Joe antidote
cobra commanda has gotta go---only problem is--he’s the president of the united states
PT2
His blue collar mother divorced from his white collar father--
she didn't’t know how to spit the lingo of fools-she had learned to love-
but love could never pay for school so
a poor suburb with minimal support becomes her role
No wonder her son loves punk and reggae
a combination of awareness and revolution
he wears dread locks and fishnets to school
His principal watches......
---Karl Marx and Bob Marley his tool- challenging teachers in debates about government rules-
ever wondering why they know the truth
but endorse lies
And he's excited cause
the streets are watching and so are
the FBI-afraid of what he may write or ignite.
Which only lets him KNOW he's
RIGHT!
Tell me-what's the diplomatic strategy for the haves versus the have nots-unless you share-and if there is no equality-of course there will be casualties-blood fills the streets --screams and sirens fill the air-the atmosphere-is fracture cause we are captured in fear-and it rains in from mourning mothers tears-
Yes, terenchal downpour-hurricanes of pain stain the floor with tears,
tears of men being regarded as nothing for years---
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