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Stands, four players.
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided.
Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives.
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate.
Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation.
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation.
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces.
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces.
The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification.
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution.
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation.
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.
Copyright © Jesson Rata
Powers of heaven
Shaken. Gates brought down
Deify. Defy urbanely
Sub sonic sounds
Domestic mirage of liberty
Homeland invasion - Counter-intelligence
Conducted on our own nation
Claiming they must
In defense of supposed
Islamic threats - Chinese Debts
War is waged
In name of worship
Distractions we serve
Poison - Inflict
Printing our cage
Turning the page of peraphecy
Set the stage
For our hostile reality
To seize control
Take violent action
The end-times arrive
By our sons of Belial
focus the iniquitous
Divine in malice
Expostulate vile villains
No wealth of moral
Only moral is wealth
Engage the knave
Treat the sick
Combating against spiritual health
Can't run from sin
Cannot run from yourself
Accelerates the end.
This blood will rinse
Copyright © Joel Thornton
I AM WALKING INTO SWEET, BEAUTIFUL AND PEACEFUL SUNSHINE.
A PLACE THAT IS TRULY AND SPIRITUALLY DIVINE.
THE CLOUDS ARE FADING AND THE RAIN BEGINS TO STOP.
THE ROADS ARE ROCKY AS I REACH THE MOUNTAINTOP.
AT THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN I SEE JESUS WAITING FOR ME WITH OPEN ARMS.
LIKE A CHILD COMING HOME TO HIS OR HER MOTHER.
FOR HE IS ONE OF A KIND AND LIKE NO OTHER.
I WALK ON THIS LONG ROAD TO SEE THAT IS NOT A BED OF ROSES.
THERE ARE SNAKES AND SPIDERS ALONG THE WAY.
TO DISTRACT MY PATH AND FOR ME NOT TO SEE ANOTHER DAY.
THIS JOURNEY CONTINUES TO GO ON FOR ME.
SO THAT ONE DAY I CAN BE FREE.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham
Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!
What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich
Speak in Tongue....
And some speak out
Of the side of their neck'
Some do it to supplement
Their own sadistic
Strait out of the Arm's
But, when it comes' to Sin
Their is no such thing as
Copyright © Gary Fields
My Third Eye
I think of myself apart from this world
A gift that is lost but easily can be found
My words of wisdom comes from my heart
The ideal spot that can wrench the soul
I feel patient and I do wait for everything
Time does not matter, to accept it, it is to be flawless
Flawless is not a gift it is a curse
Distribute your energy with your spirit
Spread it so happiness may grow, enlighten yourself
Objects are not needs it is not fulfillment
It is a contest with mortal beings, what they want
Think beyond share and become more
The third eye can see the pains and sorrows of the world
And your physical being can feel it, and it is afraid
It is afraid to get scratched, it bleeds and it can die
But your third eye is a way out of such things
Feel the world around you; embrace it with your soul
Your physical needs will be met by your mentality
What has not been given is hope that you could have shared
Third eye can also open to reach your spirit and soul
Think beyond the physical boundaries of life
Fulfillment shall be yours when your actions are true
Brace for sadness in the physical realm
Open up, and think if you can carry the objects that you worked dear for
Through the gates of spatial laws of energy
Enlighten comes so easy for some when they do not carry burdens
Or objects that are not needs
Success is just for the mortal realm, not the spiritual
The third eye opens only to those who do not gather so much
Needs are just met to its bare minimum
Essentially this path is well balance and faith is strong
My third eye opened, because I see so much I have
And waste is lying around, the bare minimum
I use a lot of things and it does not bring me to the present
Think wisely a bare wall can be so much more
But to change the bare wall gives no other thoughts
Third Eye shows me when I was little what was most important
Being held by my parents, eating by my brothers, smiles in the world
Looking up into the sky, friends
Nothing shows objects accept the food we eat and get clothes we wear
Third Eye also funny, ask what was the need of clothes
Then my physical self was laughing, almost scared silly
What truth my Third Eye can see, only the needs of good health and company
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast