I Protest

Not I, though I know not the I, I protest.
As this mind agrees to assess this hearts concerns,
What the soul poses I profess,
Ti's the I not I that feels need to contest,
So I try understand context without content...
I protest.
To these emotions that victimise feelings without conscious,
That thought which betrays when I think of action to show intent,
Provincial providence forming a global restraint,
These are Memories of I, though I know not cause nor process,
To objectify objects in attempt to retaliate the nuisance,
Tell me..; Would U love I with love that I show self?
Tread cautious as you affirm the courteous,
Mentors of mentals that made us meant us as these future leaders,
To this present past prophecying futures,
Stars to palm lines that Zodiac assigns to end time signs,
Precedents like corrupt presidents to the blind audience,
Country men,
I protest.
These tears break hearts when hearts break from intake, that lost promise.
Give faith to the hopeless like family is to the homeless,
I raise banners, red ink socital normals as I demonstrate the Poet that educates,
Belief that insights trust to hurt violence like in prime apes,
Alien state, they burn produce to smoke skys in attempt to flood earth,
Drought dry hunger instances yet spirit filled as taught by real church replica...
I protest against hypocrites like I though not I.
Whose faith is this that constricts the intellect,
Promises Salvation yet presents a slavery?
What love is this that ends reason with pain,
What faith where hopes concept triumphs in vain?
I protest, better yet, I speak out.
Re-live this silence in volumes that prays to shout,
A truth intertwined in lies from A belief undefined.
Though not I, I now know the I, I protest...
Is it not I the I I know not that I protest?
Such are the concluded conflicts that I and I indulge as life lessons.
I protest,
Opinionated with interest for intellects...
I strongly suggest yoU protest!!

Lies 0_o

We take random paths in search of identities that never last,
Focus efforts unnoticed on our found masks,
Feed the public with truths they expect amidst our lies,
Acts that bias facts like history to arts,
Before the reality lies a mystery that transcends pasts,
It tire tracks paths into permanent marks,
Like love that claims sacrificed lifes,
Collect souls in right hands, deaths defence lies in Gods wrath,
From orbital lines, star sings that tell futures through palm lines,
Truth to lies as we relate the living to that which dies,
These fruits seed the unknown into the norm,
So we follow the trends in desperation to be known,
Adapt the disgust into the just,
Time flies like rotten heaps untouched,
Innerself moments,
The realisation of the torn and broken,
I found reason in doubt as u wrestled meaning with minds,
They break hearts in search for an idea of love,
Love... they seek this truth amidst the lies,
They hunt predators as they play prey for sport,
Gamble life like the entity cloaked,
It's fun so they intoxicate the body and pray for the soul,
Mistake intent for coincidence as they chose the consequence,
Connect the dots to picture their presence,
Loud mouth moments,
The unknown that notice to sound praises,
Empty cans to noise the environment,
The tragedy outweighs the efforts,
So the innocent take blame out of their discomforts,
Cement the truth beneath the belief,
They use faith as an escape means,
To Gods faithfulness they sound pleas,
Appear religious only at the rising of seas,
So I calm the waves with faith of seeds,
Search their reactions amidst the confusion of the seeing,
THOSE that thought, heard and THOSE that talked THEM into believing,
They now seek to embrace the outcast,
So I carry my dirty rags and retreat to the caves with the unclean,
There we sound humanities presence among the living,
Close the gates to invaders who corrupt the faith in us,
There we smile among the angels,
Tread on gold as we commune in miracles,
Pray for the ones that label us as we live a life prosperous,
From all corners, colours and cultures, beliefs to faith trusts,
Beneath the lies lies a truth that emerges victorious...
And that, that has been and is us!!

Met_Afore

I part with the future in our presence , the present
that holds pasts like a family pendant , a remnant
like a lost mark in lifes pages, i spread love beyond
closed gates to ignore their open embraces,
tragedies follow those innocent as death beckons
those living , meet life with meaning to find
disappointment in your waking . From the moon
rising the earth seen in the heavens, its all relative
as God is found in all religions, mens nuisance
clean the dirt off our daughters innocence , make
matyrs out of infants - wat sad choices . We raise
orphans and train undertakers , grave shifts a
routine like virginity checkers , thats truth like the
mystery of love which is our makers. . . What makes
us ? If its experience then heresy is our saviour , this
idea within us a sense of perception from
perspectives of repressed sessions like respective
notions to fuel emotions , i write with effect of the
cause that never was , before time yet after
existence i seem to communicate in metaphors ,
minds to hearts as i connect the link like a web
address , undress the naked with a verbal fashion
sense, its a form of gaining response through
properly arranged sylables to produce meaning
through words , a basic science that communicates.
Intrigue the masses with madness , insane tactics
that prove my sanitys worth practicing like a
natural child birth. . . I ride vocals on dictioned
curves , break normals with drastic content , freeze
moments to melt hearts like heat to chocolates ,
indeed i rhyme often, hopeless but i aim to capture
what your smile radiates , now thats feeling

Resolve

Resolve

Cardial marks
Chartered hearts from broken pasts
Experienced acts like sexual tracks
Gentleman like when I communicate facts
Bias reality to fit my current acts
Selfish
I think north but live south
Hustle Christianity to human minds
Relationships are buried pasts
They relate scars and claim it love
Create emotions to fill in blanks
Blinded
They place opened eyes to the trial of times sands
Tears remind
Amends are a sacrifice found on the surface
They break within
Carry hurt burdened with expectation
Blurr futures with thoughts of unknowing
The current betrays the learned
Relate the concepts with a content drawn from prospects
Lies communicate truth often
Discuss marriage as option
Blessings run rusted
The crowds paint the surroundings
Philosophy is my hiding
Experience learning
I charter mountains and seek the legends
I found the myth and explained the characters
Lived the fantasy and communed with the dream
Truth noted
Culture resurrected
Times of the ancients
Parents bond seeds to rods of order
Behavioral patterns instilled at pains expense
Create reality at a dreamers absence

Life happens.

Cloaked

I hear angel choruses,

Voices, whispers like verbal blood wars in my head,
Darkness consumed the light I held,
'A wooden steak through the heart.' she said.
We hunted by night and slept by day,
'Mimic their habits' like predator to prey,
Even memorized catholic chants just to relate,
For her, I would battle Osiris for sight,

Understand,

She got me bound,
Like a spell her voice sounded peace upon my heart,
An angel I found and so I followed her around,
Till the end I vowed, she was a hunter of the damned,
So here I stand though dead,
For the night her and I were to wed, she used me as bait,
I hold no anger for I gave her my heart n thus I have none,
I hold no emotions for such is a luxury of the living for which am now done,
No, I have no regrets either.

Understand,

Since birth I watched her,
Saw her trained to hunt by her father,
But alas, I tasted her lifeline and found paradise,
So I protected her,
Through the ages I defended her,
I through her found my darkness escape,
Slowly at first but never human for I had long lived the curse,
Yes, ever since birth.

Understand,

It was her life to romance the sword like a lover,
She married her blades and loved none other,
Warrior, goddess, protector and so forth they call her,
I lived in her shadows pretending to hunt my own,
What she conquered I made known,
Her weakness I made my own,
She in me confided secrets none could bear,
She in me made a temple visited in time of prayer,
But she lusted for vengeance bled from denial,
Denial, denial of being her fathers daughter,
Her father, of lycan blood and human heart,
Her father, she was her father and she denied it.

Understand,

Her for me was a memory beyond memories,
She was a treasure immeasurable,
She was beyond all, a beauty that tamed a beast,
Though unknown to world of the living,
She shared my secret to her pack of wolves,
Backstabbing worthless bunch of conniving lowlife socital rejects that made efficient killers as they were expendable,
They conspired my end,
Bound me to my bed with my hair as thread,
And she stood, watching as they executed my death.

Understand,

U cannot kill that which is dead yet alive,
Nor can U harm the broken,
But, I hold no grudge nor do I hold anger,
She lives and thinks me dead,
Brings new lovers to our once shared bed.
Understand,
I hold no anger, but now, I thirst only for her lovers,

I will reveal myself to her again someday,
Maybe after she tires of burying them who are now mine.

She had me bound, now I roam free

Gloathe

For the damned, I heard a crying ghost recite these Gothic love notes,
A mystery that holds form like vampiric clothes,
The night echoes silence,
A being relates the nuisance at the spilling of blood from pilgrims,
Beneath the cemetery bed,
Where darkness revokes lights embrace,
Two lovers take centre stage,
Corpses, but dead only to the mortals knowledge,
They live as love binds them through oath,
From ancient poetry they relate,
Solidify their bond through vocals they lost,
Eye contact lacks visual, as eyes are sand filled and drips of a liquid residual,
Far from spiritual as dirt returns to dirt,
Life forces damned to crawl beneath the living,
They wait for the moons full form,
Grow flesh for one night and roam the surface,
Collect memory enough before above the clouds the suns crept,
So he takes her hand in hers,
Beneath the haunting beauty of the starry skies,
Surrounded by fiends that find peace in the dark,
He places his lips upon the soft touch of his bride,
Silence grips even the loudest ghouls from the depth,
For this testament of love transcends the chains of death,
Unseen by mortal eyes, they lay in open fields of streams and wild flowers,
Spend a few hours like a century of truth passing through a vacuum of times sands,
He wipes her tears with his cheeks touch,
Whispers shakespearian ideologies to her dead heart,
He wins her love over and over again, and she holds his heart for the night once again,
They sit quietly above the mountains,
Look to the horizon as the moon sets behind them,
The suns rays kiss their skin, they embrace as the wind blows them into ashes back beneath the world of the living,
Hand in hand,
Until the next full moons out, they sleep.