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I sat under my thoughts clouds waiting for the rains, lost in my own mind yet certain of my chosen ways, these long nights are short enough to let suns cross most crescents paths, most found what some lost in closed doors locked at the order of the cosmos, they questioned norms and concluded with the false, the pretence of the ages so ageless that it still attracts the untrained iris, I tried to conquer the madness in my attempts to preach gaias gospel, from the trenches that wars resonated to the heavens that peace made homesteads, the message remained dark and only the blind saw its beauty, still, with the effort of ants I carried the truth over oceans, mountains and hills, the outcasts met us societal misfits on our forced hells path, determined to last till lifes last laps we pushed on with Hercules might, the prophets saw our torments and observed from higher grounds as some amongst us fell back to offer prayers and sacrifice to the unseen, the unknown dictates and the foolish follow, those awake sweat in attempt to carry my burden to the end, they claim we live to await our death, and I ask, what death¿ when it's life that awaits? Yet, the response comes only in the silence of the winds, spirits of the lost hold no voice for the physical to them remains lost and so they aim to possess those on this road, those that know her and carry Truth at the price of all might, on this rugged path we toil from daylight all through to the passing of the star_filled night.

My constant steps erode the soil and unsettles the dust, my flesh on the earth as from the dust we came and so like the dust we remain the same. Darwin frowns as the bible pages slowly turn, they say hell is where the heathens burn, heaven is where the saints forever reign and earth, well, earth is where both demons and angels learn, they live in unison yet forever at battle, share dominion and claim souls, we remain nothing but creatures to be tossed to and fro for glory or the great fall, life becomes less of an experience but more a fight to maintain firm on ones chosen path, the road.

I sat still under this cloud as my thoughts drizzle down to bring life to these plains, I watch life grow, observe the formless take form some from young to old and others give in to just fall, I sat there and realised that I am standing here observing myself in anothers eyes. This is the tragedy that she once warned us against and thus I, I slowly turn and disperse the crowd so I can carry her teaching heavy still on my own backside.

This truth needs no lies and so for her, I, none shall compromise. 

god View

What is all this?

Morality that's relative,
Gods promise abused now they think Him nonexistent?

What is all this?

Children drained in adult blood,
Spray bullets as man remains likened to insect,
Darwin ideologies to sound God thought, thinking they know what God thought,

Pages of Law taught,
Hierarchy nations to feel Gods throne, 'on top' is where these eyes fall,

So worship turns to weekends while daily we tithe governments,
Antichrist moment yet who is this Christ to these drones?
Puppets pulled through naive strings,
Laboured to believe free they live... slaves in our midst

What is all this?

I found Gods promise amidst the darkness,
Though lost I saw the path and the view brought bliss,
I tread slowly to sound my madness,

Lucifers fallen bt do heavens gates remain open?

What is all this nuisance?

Men becoming women?
Infant corpses, virgin blood to grow what this earth needs...

Muslims killing Christians, isn't that God thought removing what God brought?

Is God religious, or religion Gods movement?

Church politricks, Christ miracles to sound Muhammads absence, what is all this?

Institutions that turn blindly,

Ignore the weak to train the promising, and then claim that development,
Moral law a passing like fairlytales to solidify that need for uproar,
Outcomes that outweigh means, moments for applaud,
Presidential as power turns creation into a path immortal,
So they have Obama dreams while we cry Mother Teresa tears,

What is all this?

Suicide infestation,

Poverty prescribed nations,

Beliefs that turn brothers to hide Abel's corpse beneath the offerings,

The choices we are given, to discern that we cannot comprehend,
It's like the dead living, from graves ancient it seems the truth remains sleeping.

Peace of mind, I need peace of mind,

Peace in mind is streets with no crime,
No lies to enslave just for pockets sake,
So they propaganda reality to sound their madness,

... what is all this?

Tears that dry often like droughts to quench the thirst of this Orphan,
How can I freely speak when my voice hides to preserve this body that's weak?
From Famine to disease, what is all this?

Suits to three piece that suit that which he speaks,
I, barefeet hustle green leaves on which I feed,
Remain thorn thick to pierce this puss filled wounds as these hospitals forget their basis,

I know what this all is,

The madness that springs like seasonal greetings,
Their need to corrupt intelligence,
Like experimentations done on monkeys,
To live their idea of what life is, its all Will like that black Smith,

Stones to build the basic foundations,
Free is state like I believe heaven is,

So why all this nuisance,
Why all this madness,
All this chaos amidst us?

Why not if yoU remain this silent!!

You... Beyond me

hey
Can I inbox U something provocative,
The kind that has erotic intent,
I mean when was the last time someone took his time to romance your mind, Pace Ur heart with lyrical art,
I need to relate these thoughts that marry
emotion: Trade ideas with feelings as I await your response,
Isn't it amazing how you manage to melt
hearts with one smile,
Beyond sex appeal as you appeal to sexes and beyond,
It's that sigh coming up that describes my
attempts,
I write to appreciate and guideline what love should be,
Sleepless nights to awake long days,
I search for hearts often when I recite,
These melodies I compose breath a new life... It's your beauty they try to comprehend through art,
Indeed I paint images without brush or
canvas,
Undress your doubts with common belief,
let's Just live this moment once love,
Release stress as you relax on my couch or on top of my bed covers,
Take a deep breath as my melodies
commence*
From Pasts to presents,
Circumstances that outlive Passion or
relations,
From hurts to smiles that bury heartbreak,
I found your face in my thoughts today,
Stood awestruck as I began staring at
nothingness,
My mind was in place,
I run my fingers gently and slowly down your bodys curves,
Took each curve without thought of breaks,
It's at that moment I caressed your metaphors without thought of sex... I met your emotions confined in a corner space,
Padlocked, I stood saddened by their
current state,
So with them I sat and exchanged a few
words,
Music soothed our conversation as we
debated relations,
Loss and the fear of rejection,
They expressed the pain of betrayal as I shed a few in memory of the times gone, Without pager or phone our time went on,
Experience took centre stage as decisive
figure,
Experiment outweighed judgement as love stood in wait for lusts kiss, I saw a darkness that only brought your light more,
So we retracted to what we had conversed before,
Beyond it all I thought of your magnificence,
A beauty beyond all this,
Character thats characteristic to entities
spiritual,
I got lost in your emotions and forgot to grasp my own,
So I write this to respond to what to me was shown,
It's lifes way of checking its appreciated
through hurts,
Growth through conquest of self is the
order of days,
Entities that guide show only paths the mind accepts so bear with the road for home is but a mile away,
Beliefs and faith walks even in love, trust is untrustworthy in itself so chance is a factor unopposed,
All these your emotions proposed.

Provide the key and let life come to you as you unlock all that is...

Much love.

special

Hey,
I wrote this poem for you,

Read the emotions that flow to weave these words,
I write not from heart ache but growth from Pasts that we mistake,
Like songs to cassettes, to live memory that cuts deep,
I found a healing in my scars, a compelling promise to leave,
Hear these as I recite with my iris hid,
It's the tears washing dirt off cheeks that liquid tongues,
Quenches a thirst emotionally found,
So we drown lifes kiss on regret forgetting the beauty that we still exist,
Listen please, as I narrate hurt to touch that which is bliss,
Hearts that fuel the physic, like vision to psychic,

Your thought silenced though eyes speak,
It's healing we seek to kill off that which never lives,
Like a dose of light to waken that which sleeps,
It's shallow to think we are deep, that's conscious thought like these pages concealed to hide that our hearts keep.

Life lessons in times presence,
Anger weakens to shorten wills essence,
So I write metaphor to remind what we lost without resurrecting our prisons,
Lv listen,
The pain that grips men is that within them,
A pride that trends minds to wisdom though hollow like abys is,
To face self is battle so they claim peace in silence,
Create a truth for their present only to face knowledges page in memory written,
This is moment like truth is.

Hey,
I wrote this poem for you princess,

Close your eyes and read this,
Sound your silence to pillows,
Let it out for freedom is God given like life is, Love is, so live it,
Embrace reality like disappointment to lesson,
Broken promises to trust what life still is,
What's happiness without pain, thunder to rain before the suns up again,

Please listen,
Meditate on what I've never written,
These lines unseen by eyes like experience to feeling,
Find Life to breath creation, live meaning,
Deny doubt without reason as you trust instinct God given,
Realise the mirror concept and face doubles,
Accept without question isn't that what faith is?

Love listen,
I wrote this poem for you,
I wrote this poem for you,
Please love listen,
For the poem I wrote is not in these words you view.

Content

Listen,
I propose melody when I compose life like spirit to cemetery,
Angel chorus just to sound Gods presence, this is Deity driven like doctrine to heathen,
My metaphors shout a silence for hearts hidden,
That thought like idea given to minds wisdom seeking,
So I narrate like ancient tale for keen ears,
Sons listen, daughters Zion given to elevate your weakness to perfection,
Drumline to sound her praise in poem or song for she is beyond fine,
I write to express that which hides, seek like games when childplay turns to reveal that which adults keep,
Change times to clock realities call,
Fake smiles to drown that like loud applause, that's liquid like falls eternally pronounced like Victoria- now that's metaphor,
Content beyond revision like biblical vision,
Religious norms,
Allow me to educate without bias or prejudice, but then again what's bias about prejudice if not content history drawn?
Form like man is- image drawn,
That's Eden testament known, Jesus parable to Jewish courts,
Favour this like John to prophecy,
A tendency like teens to porn,
Daughters listen, beauty lies beyond skin deep so art to face is waste like trash case,
Recite this like a biblical verse without memorizing a single word for importance lies in Content,
Please listen,
I draw on memory to live present like the future is,
Truth is- these verbs that pattern to form verse in linear bliss,
Lyrics to page so I ink trees,
Oxygen like carbon is,
Confuse the masses just to sketch the masterpiece,
I paint on canvas to draw attention beyond the writings,
Moments,
Poets listen,
Content like wholeness is- that's biology to physics- exercise this,
Pun like pair to double that mathematically, side to symmetry,
That's angle like just to show perspectives,
Respect like moral value to remain relevant- that's ethics.
Held like hostage to ransom,
That's Delilah to Samson,
Sons to 'King'dom,
Smile to reason as truth shouts prediction, prophet season,
World listen,
I withdraw like syndrome just to live free like Mason,
Tradition that cultures now that's family drama,
Buddhist to Karma,
Relate these and find the missing among the found ones,
Content,
It's concepts like drafts for future cars is,
Now that's future in our present,
A love like action drawn from presence, call it blessing.
These are my contents,
Beyond poets,
I pray you Live this as it springs lifes kiss,
A parable like promise,
Times illusion in practice,
This is content.

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.