Best Viles Poems
Resonating magnificent resplendencies of such rhapsodies
Resonant, amid this glowing renaissance of her resurrection....
Lost opaque dreams, awakening to find these vibrancies of colours
As if van Gogh himself had been summoned through this periscope of visions
Brilliant brushings within passions poured from such viles of rebirths
Castings of callings, transposed from atop this vestiges love laced canvas
Splashings, of spheres now captured, within a concerto's reprise
A Swans Song....
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{Under Construction}
Enthusiasm, the planet occupied.
As Sapiens lives in rage
Strives to come after
But all in sleeveless
Hence, in the land of the living,
Arouse a living Queen,
Waved by nature,
Tormented by hindrances,
And tempted by viles.
She stays through the storm,
Fight for her triumph,
And not easily bothered,
By countless thought of others.
Hmm! What a courageous Xena.
A pretty creature,
Creature, loved by the creator,
Endowed with courage,
Bestowed with beauty,
And blessed philosophically.
Every problem has it's own time and expiry date,
For, fear kills faster than the problem itself.
Putting *****Sapiens at Tjunction.
But, she never does. Moremi of our century.
You are a blessing in disguise,
And motivation to others.
Engrossing lady of the 21st century.
Let your courage shine through,
As your eyes speaks of your true beauty.
A long line of waters
Deep in hearts of bathers
A lifeline of growth
Weep of salvation brought forth
Waters of life over a mile
Outrunning a thousand stile
Gifts of life in piles
Surmounting torments of viles
Dreams on waters slate
Streams of sages proliferate
Sun beam of neon flickers
Teeming waters on pickers
Wishers with panoramic views
Dreamer of waters purviews
Like well-wishers throwing coins over heels
Eye-openers on picker wheels
A river full of life
A river lull of strife
Outpouring a thousand mile
Outscoring a thousand smile
On this river of hope
A bigger dream to scope
A kaleidescope of scenery
Grandeur over tapestry
One day the said river dried
No one ever wondered and belied
Gold in pieces on the ground mounted
In the hearts of gold sprouted
Euphrates...
A river
Daggers in smiles
Seeding wiles drawn
Pun viles, feeding
Intrepid winds once....
Whispering serenities promises; uncharted
Into the chambers of their souls!?
Watching these invisible wings now
Carrying their dreams so, very far away ~
While reaching out to touch the hand of
Echoing breezes illusive embrace?!
To grasp the intangible things
Through bars of molten steel; seven viles ~
Embeddingly fused into glass sharded concrete....
Brushing past their amissful fingertips; bending
Muddled visions of what could have been
But, what shall never now be, again!?
Piercing their eyes these hurricanes of time
Tornadoes spawning the devestation of a life
Cast into the medieval dungeon of darkness; hades
As the waves crash violently upon the shore
Waiting for The Flying Dutchman to soon arrive?!
Driven by the gales of tomorrows foreboding
Shackling chains bound by, fates, skeletal crew....
This rogue which shall carry them away, forever ~
Deafly ears that could not hear, serenities promise
Once whispered unto they amid the intrepid winds
Transient storms now, carrying their spirits afar
Beyond the rainbows that melted in the sky
Beneath these scorching gusts which, blinded their sight
While they wasted their chance within such opticals
Reaching through verticals of, thorn laced bars
Grasping at nothing but, intangible tides
Vortical ideos that could have never saved, their lives
Crossing the shadows of eternities solemn doors, now
In through....
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..."?The Eye of The Storm!"
I know some brothers who would never see the streets again. But then
again......"they are still free.." I seen a lion in a cage at the Zoo, and he
had a sad look upon his face. Capture from his environment and then
his anger is much to the roar of his raged. But if one is not careful, the enemy will
steal your joy and lock your mind as well as your Spirit into such a rage of
indignation that it will make you feel consume to a cage. "They are still free.."
Animals unlike humans have an objective desire to feel free, so they can roam
and expose themselves in their habitant and be free, and survive off the land,
the land where God privileged is purity and where civilization is his creative app-
roached of Vanity.
"Let Freedom Ring," and if one take within the fallable cauces of the value of love
and survived the punishment of time. "Then only for a little while one will domin-
ance over the viles of their crimes and still be______Free.." {for} GOD knows the
inside of your souls, He knows why the birds flies south to escape the frozen tun-
tra of the nothern shores. "They have ascertain a course of nature and rest on a
branch of the tree..{!!}.." "They are still free."
But do you or I...inmates as they call-out and shout your name in an attempt to
make you feel like you're never to return. Some are litino's, some are mexicans,
Indians and blacks or whites, doing a mandatory ten, but still lockup, for life is
hard in the pen and if it excells you to self-esteem yourself, "count it to the good
as a lesson learned..(??).." Because deep in the very pit of me, beats the inner
roar "Freedom Within Me'like the cageup lion and I could never be free if i make my home and ly alone
with that which now controls thee. Stand to your feets, and show that you are strong
and have Hope.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Split minds, souls at unrest; UFOs or USOs?
Wealth, lost in the wash, fear-mongering media,
indoctrinated control. Listen here, listen there.
Do what you are told. Lost, chock full of filth.
Spiking truth with lies, despised, crying,
"why, oh why?" Crypting minds dime by dime.
Dollars sought, tanked to banks, cashless society,
rank the ranks. Medicated troubles and crooked
ways chronicled day by day - cognitive dissonance.
Demonic subliminals, camera ubiquitous,
oblivious. Rhythm rocker, tossed into sleep
while cryptids creep. War crimes, cries of faith
as the world is hypnotized.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Corrupted governments gave a virus and masked
our faces; visions and viles, crimes of the time,
facial recognition. Our world grows darker, ripping
out hearts, and drinking adrenochrome.
Caught and sold in catalogs; Wayfair, beware.
Dead doctors and speakers of truth. Devils lead
the way into caves. Graves are full, ghosts are real.
Androgenous has sex appeal. Agendas creating
slaves digging mountains for golds. Bullets and
bombs thrown by protectors. Secrets burned by
religions, cults normalized like pigeons, spectacles
of the steeple filled with sheeple.
Unseen skies covered with chem trails.
Forced messages leaked through your ears by
HAARP and DARPA. We Trust in those who wind us up.
All we have left is blind.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of Angels, and have not love....
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Resonating magnificent resplendencies of such rhapsodies
Resonant, amid this glowing renaissance of their resurrection ~
Lost opaque dreams, awakening to find these vibrancies of colours
As if van Gogh himself had been summoned through this periscope of visions
Brilliant brushings within passions poured from ardent viles of rebirths
Castings of callings, transposed from atop this vestiges love laced canvas ~
Splashings, of spheres now captured, within a concerto's reprise....
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A Swans Song!?
Note: Smile ~ A repo from the Summer ~ A song of hope; "A Swans Song" ~
"All of Creation," by Mercy Me ~ "'Love' & Warmth, 'Always,'" John!:) ~
In 2019 a Pandemic they said
Our world was turned around
Countries closed their borders
Life was in lockdown
Life as we knew it
Was about to change
In a very drastic way
This unrelenting virus
Was determined to destruct and stay
Rules and restrictions
Were set in place
Wash your hands
Keep your distance
Wear a mask on your face
This virus found the vulnerable
Who were unable to win the fight
Completely running rampant
A helpless, sorrowful plight
Confusion and uncertainty
Engulfed all mankind
Panic, fear, apprehension
Consumed every mind
This virus was named Covid 19
It was highly contagious
In order to win this battle
We required a powerful Vaccine
Scientists worked tirelessly
But knew it was a challenging quest
To conquer this unstoppable virus
And put it to rest
Our planet continued to be in chaos
There seemed no end in sight
No change, no hope, no help
The future was not bright
Months passed by
Into a year
There was word of a vaccine
But it was yet to appear
Finally there comes the day
Covid 19 Vaccine
Was on its way
Optimism and enthusiasm
Filled the atmosphere
While tiny viles were shipped
Far and near
Covid 19 Vaccinations have started
But it is going to take some time
Before our world returns to normal
And covid 19 becomes benign
blowjobs behind park washrooms.
family packs of porkchops.
fisherprice or mattel.
pornstars praising jesus.
99 cent lipstick in pink shimmer.
aluminum christmas trees.
$5 viles of heroine.
made in china.
happy meals, 50% less plastic.
metal detectors in highschool.
colt 45 and the price of gas.
clogged arteries, 2 for $1.
eating worms for ratings.
pantyhose with runs and rips.
let tv teach the children.
retirement homes and digital cameras.
air conditioners.
trips to wal-mart.
bologne and 'i cant believe its not butter!' on wonderbread.
tourquois paint sold at half price.
sugar free, fat free, no calories. it might give you cancer. everyhing does.
mtv.
carnations and plastic leaves.
eating emotions.
sex as currency.
paying guilt off in installations.
welcome to crazy world.
Resonating magnificent resplendencies and, such rhapsodies...
Resonant amid this glowing renaissance, of their resurrection
Lost opaque dreams awakening to find these vibrancies; vivid
Colours as if van Gogh himself, had been summoned through
This periscope of vision's; brilliant brushings timeless passions
Poured from ardent viles a rebirths casting their calling; breath
Transposed from atop this, vestiges love laced canvas; divinity
Splashings, about spheres to be captured in, an artistic reprise.
The molestors of the innocents..Are predators, child abusers vile and disgusting ' i have forwarded the term
pred o viles.) Not the current term in ( drainstream media over-use.') Also being
Used on independant pod-casts..)
The term is more suited to Jesus..! It makes
Me boil up to see how so many re-gurgitate the bait, that was intended to be
In common use by now..They tell you a word..A plan.? Before its in force.' If you use the term p-aedo'phile...You need to learn more ( about psyops ) do some re-search and stop being a helpfull fool.?
All blessings I am not angry with you..' I
Just ask you do due dilligence.)
Resonating magnificent resplendencies in such, rhapsodies
Resonant amid this glowing renaissance; and her resurrection
Lost opaque dreams awakening to find these, vibrant colours as if
Van Gogh himself had been summoned through time's periscope's visions
Brilliant brushings aside passions poured about viles of a rebirth's casting; callings
Transposed from atop another vestige's love laced canvas; splashing's be spheres now
Captured inside, a concerto's reprise ? Ballerinas their light and my, Anna Pavlova, with love.
The doomsday rush is on; there's a special going now,
as we linger dangerously toward the Bible’s vow,
for in the prophecies of Israel thousands of years ago,
the prophets who address us now have the evidence to show,
our end may be coming closer; we may join the Dinosaur.
This world can live without us because it did once before.
Could it be war that will destroy us with weapons of destruction?
Will hordes sweep across the Continents in a murderess influx eon?
But there's been wars since man was born; nothing stops war raging on.
Still the populace explodes so war the culprit must be wrong.
Maybe a virus! Something new not understood to quickly lay the healthy down,
and sweep into the cultured world where no cure can be found.
Maybe it's AIDS; but like other viles, with no cure years ago,
were overcome by sheer numbers and populations stood to grow.
Have we reached the stage where we're a plague the world cannot sustain.
Destroying ecology, biology, hybridizing, so seed cannot produce the same.
We can't drink our water; our air is poisoned through sheer greed.
Even this is not enough to kill us off, but we're starting to bleed.
The answer may be simple. Our watch; microwave, smoke detector or T.V.
Right to our re-assuring leaders who claim all’s well so arrogantly.
Mass killing may be accidental; we won't see what put our lives at stake!
We meekly walk behind to share the profit with our slice of yellowcake.
I dedicate this day, to those women
Who faced domestic violence and abuse
And went into a silent recluse
For the sake of their family and children.
I dedicate this day, to the women wronged
Who smiled, wading through fears and tears
Bore the brunt of violence with silence,
Unsure if their stand was weak or strong.
I dedicate this day, to those bread winners
To the lustre-lost women- to all the mothers
Who fended for love all these years
Abandoned, unappreciated- Life's reminders.
I dedicate this day- to those roses of every hue
Who carried on- ensconcing worries with smiles
Myriad emotions-camouflaged without a clue
Waging her wars all alone -against human viles.
Great women - at different walks of life
Each trying to carve a niche of her own
Appreciate her- give her the dignity
May the 'She' in her blossom from within.
Happy Women's Day.