I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
Copyright © Ajalon Michael Zarate | Year Posted 2013
In every war
propaganda has spread
many lies and fabrication
to rally support and justify war
to a misguided nation
Feeding fear hate and patriotic pride
for lawful genocide.
Power self interest and greed
motivate those in the shadows
to sell their souls
and squabble like fat pigs
from the overflowing troth of profits
from which they feed.
The real enemy is not
The man women or child
on the street
through the powers that be
that lurk in the shadows
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
the Octopus is strong
no longer lies beneath deep oceans
but lingers all around
tentacles flail through keystrokes of the fool
shipwrecked with pornography
we hear her diabolical roar
stings with mighty suckers
we swim away only to be sideswiped by her medicine
her unholy device
no match for her biology
tangled in that
eight armed sinister swim
can we win?
not completely sure
but there's hope in our human resiliency.,
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014
I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
All these man-made titles
Make me want to puke
It’s such a load of crap
Pining for these freaks
This pedestal treatment
Oh you’re so much better than me
I’m so blind with admiration
That I can’t see
That you’re just like me
You do as I do
But you act as though you’re the elite few
I can only see it for what it is
Just a load of crap you spew
All I can say of this lunacy
Is excuse my truancy
Eric (and sometimes not)
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2014
Put away your sword Sir
and step into the light.
Only words hold sway here.
Not that way,
There is nothing that can save you there,
All the words there have been poisoned.
There are words there in the dark that can make cuts that never heal
And words that will cut through even your bone.
Words that can deflect your best sword thrust.
Don't look down,
Those word will only make your blood boil
And don't touch those rocks
They contain words enough to crush your heart.
Best not to enter that pool,
Words are waiting there to destroy your soul.
Take off your chain mail,
If words of wisdom and light cannot penetrate,
You may yet still slip from my grasp.
There is no shelter in that cave,
Only words to confuse,
Words to haunt
Words that only spawn black thoughts
And worst of all are the words that eat into your hopes
Til you give them all up
Or words that can turn your dreams into nightmares.
There are words there that can blindside you,
Or bend your will til it loses power.
Best stay out of there if you don't want a hole where your heart used to be.
Good, you have left your sword behind you,
I knew you were listening.
Now I can show you how to master words more powerful than your sword,
All my lessons begin and end with Love.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
how i hate a walk in downtown !!!
i flare up at any blaring sound
rubbish ,dirt,cockroaches swagger
a dead land for zombies crowd
leaving the doorstep ahead to hell
cows dirt display,and sharp yell
dogs orchestral barking bands infest
rule the streets where they dwell
when the sun goes high it's time
to see the packs of drunken rhyme
teens,kids and small soft guys
swarm the corners in their prime
no sooner do they quit mother breast
that they dart blindly into streets nest
where evil brainwahes their naive minds
shaping them for future society to infest
the future flowers expected to bloom
being watered with gaz sunned with fire
blazing wits will soon burn bright
before life could enjoy their light
Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2015
Now Sir Mordred was an evil knight
and always causing trouble and strife
He seeked to destroy Arthur’s throne
and take it from him, for his own
He was full of hate and jealousy
towards the king who became his enemy
Taught by the evil sorceress, Morgan le Fay
Arthur’s step sister, who led him astray
There was a court hearing for the Queen
but Sir Lancelot was nowhere to be seen
The judges decided to burn her at the stake
Sir Lancelot discovered his darlings’ fate
As the execution proceeded that day
Sir Lancelot swooped down and carried her away
They escaped to Brittany in France
Sir Lancelot’s home town, where he trained to lance
Now Arthur was in such a rage
he gathered his army to engage
They travelled to France in hot pursuit
ready to punish the deserted two
Now Mordred was left all alone
in Arthur’s kingdom, he took the throne
He would have inherited the whole estate
but he was greedy and couldn’t wait
He told the people that Arthur was dead
and he was now king and do as he said
He brought off the people with money and gifts
and raised an army, a rebellious rift
Now Excalibur was hidden away
but the scabbard gone, stolen by Fay
Arthur found out about Mordred’s rule
and returned from France to confront the fool
So Arthur and Mordred went to saddle
both armies’ Gathered ready to battle
But Merlin was nowhere to be found
the evil sorceress had him bound
Enclosed in a crystal cave
Unable to cast a spell to save
At Camlann they fought with spear and sword
a fierce and bloody battle, roared
The fighting lasted all through the day
high losses on both sides, bodies now lay
© Copyright 29th December 2010 K.C.Leake
Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2010
Raised to be evil in this world,
Destroying everything and everyone,
But once I saw and meet you I couldn’t do it,
You were the fully opposite of me and I fell in love with you,
Everyday that went by I loved you more and more,
But hiding my past too you afraid of your reaction towards me,
Everyday together our love grow stronger,
Who was to think opposite were meant to be together and love each other,
I loved you and you loved me,
I trusted you and you trusted me,
I was happy and so were you,
Then I was to find out that it wasn’t all as I saw,
Confessing to me that she was once like me,
But changed her evil ways to find her true love,
As I did found my true love begin evil and turning good,
Not everything is as you see at the end we were both evil,
It’s ok to change but never hide what you are.
Copyright © felipe santiago | Year Posted 2008
I take comfort in being dead one day
Cold and cozy in the coffin
Snug in the grave paid in full
Sadly this is not true for me and you
Just because you can't see me
Doesn't mean I am not there
Just because I am not there
Doesn't mean you can't see me
See! All dead people can pull a lever
With some clever political maneuvers
Even if you are not inclined to be alive
Rise to the occasion of persuasion
Be reborn, re-registered as a Democrat
Vote the liberal agenda in disguise
Free will is meaningless when deceased
Leave the cemeteries for the primaries
No one ever really dies to be dead forever
It serves no useful power pleasure purpose
Why not be dead and alive in several states at once
With the snap of a political finger it is done
God gives eternal life and so do politicians
All you need is a name and place of residence
“The Cemetery” will do for ever lasting registration
To vote over and over again for the agenda
*Authors note: Sadly it is true. It is a reality that hundreds of thousands of deceased people will be voting in this upcoming and future elections. There are no laws or the will of the people or politicians to change this practice.
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
As dark as night
You are nothing but agony
Misery ,separation, cries , death ,hate
Perpetrators once my
Friends, neighbors, colleagues, companion
Transformed to haters.
GERMANY , EX YUGOSLAVIA ,RWANDA ,BURUNDI
You patrolled with negation
See ,see now they walk
Head bend ,shame on their faces
doubts in them , repentance they seek
We pardon them, come changed compatriots
Click clack boom boom
Click clack boom boom
Cling cling chop chop
Babies, women ,men ,young ,old
Never ,never again
Copyright © ELVIS LYONGA LIEVE | Year Posted 2016
We should see no evil the teachers taught us.
School faculty had butter, we margarine,
They relished the toasted white, while we ate brown bread;
Always on the wrong we suffered they were Right.
Ringing roll call bells we heard in the line up
House master to walk a sharp eyed inspection;
Pulling out those loose tie or unpolished shoes:
He walks flouting slippers and open collars.
Student molested toes the line in discipline,
Never speaking to the professor he knew,
Touching him with unique silence, tongue in cheek
Flattering his smile to boost the boss’s ego:
Forget truth, to remember established wrong,
And delight in this saga's pathetic ways.
“It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong”
Copyright © jai Garg | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
No more chaos
A little more easement
Levelling to eternity
A spirit befitting all.
Running from him.
Running to survive.
Running from the elder.
I don’t want the knowledge
The knowledge to hasten all.
I am a historian
A religious scholar.
I don’t need this
My glasses fall.
I can’t see.
I can’t read.
Nothing matters anymore.
Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2011
Frowning at my desires, and the knowledge I acquire.
Disguising them as shame, pain, and misery.
Scorning me in front of company, but he lives with me.
His lashes wait for me to surface from the dark corners that harbor me.
With him I'm on a leash, in the dark I find peace.
We share the same space, even the same face, but he is far from I.
My ego is like a slave master and I wonder why...
He says we can be anyone we want to be, anyone but myself.
Why do I see freedom in rebellion? Society can't be good for my health.
Copyright © Angelo Pierre louis | Year Posted 2016
Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
Evil words spoken
a poison dart
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
The voice of Norway
It was there
At the border
A gray mass of stones
Between two countries
Wanted to give it away
As a good will gesture
But the people
Those who didn`t know
The mountain existed
We will not give away
Of our nation
There was waving flags
The authority relented
Took the offer back
The people had spoken
With a narrow- minded
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016
The evil that Man do, the US military outdid themselves...
When they rained napalm into the lush jungles of Vietnam...
Political ideologies were being fought, and the US was arrogant with their might...
But the US was suffering badly against the guerrila tactics fought out of sight....
All hell breaking loose in the treacherous dense jungles there in Vietnam...
Against the yellow skinned slit eyed freedom fighters of Vietnam.....
Victory at all costs, chemical weapons of the worst kind....
The US military brass approved them without a second thought....
So the day happened, when the US rained fire from the skies...
While the brass in the Pentagon awaited the outcome of their horrifying decisions...
The chemical napalm melted skin and flesh, fusing them to the bones...
The searing heat and the excruciating pain that came after the napalm...
One cannot imagine the horror and the blind panic when the napalm down it came...
Here comes a naked running girl, terror in her eyes and panic driven......
CLICK! goes the camera shutters and she is into worldwide immortality....
That panicked screaming girl running away from a death so searing.....
When that picture hit newstands the world over...
The world took stock of the evil that Man do, the US did better....
It does beget the all too important question to think over...,
Does the end justifies the means, to those people in position of power...?
Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2017
I look at my old hand
Blotches of liver spots, slow running blood vessels
Delivering old blood so I can fold my hands
Once they caressed a woman`s body who moaned
And my hands were firm
Women used to see me and smile now I walk
The earth unobserved and words become a long silence.
if I tell you how much I miss making love
to sit in the park with a girl of and see the moon while
smoking cigarettes, inhale its promise of love to come
the aroma of her hair the smoothness of her thighs
to kiss her libidos and drink her sweet water, her legs
Apart she has given herself to me.
Asleep enfolded we are, tomorrow is far away.
My old hands remember so much I bow my head and try
to inhale from my hands what once was
It is all so hopeless and soon I will be dead
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016