Beauty is conceived in
Uncreated light. *
This earth which a paradise makes;
However skied bright.
Ugliness but he creates
Forms of it, touching.
Every corruptive influence
Behind, whose hand is.
The devil. Defiles her, I kiss.
Dulls life, crowned in spring.
* the mind of God
It is who we are that we identify
Lone wolf or person of interest
Identity we live we find a soul
A being of circumstance of emotions
Morals of dignity to be true yourself
We find flaw even in a perfect being
A creation of the same making
Made for purpose but do we live
Our potential we lack guidance
Unsupervised by adult, living wildly free
Showing world identity of different personality
Who are we, that to which life turns
Or choice words of the minds definition
We are only what we allow to live
Good and evil battles our heart
Our choice we fail as a human race
A bible tells story we lead like past
Corruptive greed of a society long dead
To be what they desire instead what's to be
We have choice to choose who we are
Even that of criminal before the crime
You do the time, circumstances your outcome
Your identity,the painting of your own portrait
Productive, constructive, forever chasing down time?
Corruptive, destructive, forever wasting your time?
Seductive, demonstrative, forever crossing the line?
Apprehensive, collaborative, always walking behind?
Emotive, corrosive, always using someone else’s life?
Offensive, abusive, do you ever look yourself in the eyes?
Destructive, Corruptive,
Abusive, Seductive.
Cease, Release,
Peace Perfect Peace.
There’s a wall that’s built.
As you portray no guilt.
Corruptive void of events unseen.
Parental alienation; as you act like a teen.
Sipping on a tall Jim Beam.
As you unfolded your game of poker.
There’s a wall that you built.
Through the lies and charade.
You perform the Joker.
Incapable of negotiation.
Full of hateful spite.
A man full of lies.
With morphed perception of deranged sight.
There’s a wall that you built.
Where you hurt with daggers of emotional distress.
A sick twisted game of maladaptive chess.
I feel the spirit of humanity
within the collective beat of Man's heart.
Theologically, Man's soul is an
intangible eternal counterpart.
I sense Man's struggle to be civilized,
but the animal within can't be tamed.
Evil is a corruptive influence
that schemes for control but is never named.
I fear the shared brutality of Man
and the pain He is willing to inflict.
Despite Man's construct of God, He believes
it's His right to contritely contradict.
I see humanity outside the box,
where spirituality is achieved.
The potential for Faith's accomplishments
is more than Man initially believed.
The intrusive thought of murder
Haunts me day to day.
All brought about by pure anger-
Pure rage.
Rare, and
Undiagnosed.
When will it end?
Can’t handle to sound of a voice.
A voice that’s supposed to bring love,
Causes me to seek blood.
My Father’s voice-
Nails on chalkboard.
Is it anxiety?
Turrets?
OCD?
It’s life-ruining.
A corruptive virus,
Yet, it’s disregarded.
Get off my wavelength, I can’t stand to hear it
Anymore.
I can’t bear it
Anymore.
Eating by myself.
Living by myself.
Being by myself.
I no longer have a life.
I can’t afford
The violent,
Uncontrollable anger.
Nor the tears.
A sound phobia
Anger becoming a cornucopia.
Misophonia
Constantly living in strife.
I just want it to stop.
But I know,
It will NEVER stop.
Me, myself out of all,
Struggling in a jungle what a call?
My reputation is totally ruined,
While storms are starting to rain upon me.
Am I too bad for success,
Because I am too fed by curses?
Am I dumped by my fellow ancestors?
Oh, my fellow brothers and sisters.
Please my lord be with my siblings,
During bad and hard seasons.
Here are the destructive storms upon them,
No corruptive actions should be done, Amen.
I feel like I am drowning on the deep ends of Black hills,
In fact, I feel drowsy when I am on my feet.
I can’t stand and make my better future,
Am I failing to manage my culture?
Help!! No one recognising my voice,
Friends are out of nowhere to hear my voice.
Let me forget about my good friends,
I see now, my first enemy is my friend.
What is this thing called a friend?
My home’s name is erased by friends.
Where is its dignity?
Oh! My neighbour knows very well.
Heading down a corruptive path
Will put you in a lot of trouble
Your life will sadly become a dead end
If you do not move on the double
Darkness will rear its ugly head
And the walls will come closing in
Quit hanging around bad company
Make better choices my friend
When you head down a corruptive path
Darkness is what you will often find
Nothing but a somber and gloomy matter
One may sadly lose their mind
All of your trust is thrown out the window
Given your acrimonious situation
Moments are often filled with hopelessness
Along with bitter frustration
She is sadly lost
And heading down a corruptive path
Messing around with the wrong crowd
She needs to find herself and come back
Darkness surrounds her incessantly
Family members are concerned for her safety
The usage of narcotics is destroying her
For the matter at hand is such a mystery
Obstruction of Corruption
If it really was inclusive
Could it also be intrusive
And had it been obstructive
What it created was corruptive
All confused with collusive.
Here are some tweaks
for you lawyer freaks.
Jim Horn
This culture worships figures from the bank,
A greater number’s bliss, a lesser’s woe,
Their net worth values total statements blank,
Deposit dough, withdrawal the gilt-less doe.
The stagnant meek are poorly left reviled,
While current vice is rightly rich and cherished;
These souls by tarring business pitch defiled,
Material parish, spiritual perish.
Corruptive rule of chairmen’s despotism
Proves costly prized, which masses ill afford;
It’s dated back to churchmen’s nepotism,
When bribery bought indulgent sin’s reward.
If humble virtues prey on blood and leech,
The vicious balms of Mammon’s profits preach.
His golden delicious red lips
Rosy with a hint of distaste and betrayal
His grassy green hair
Compromises the diseased brain rotting from within
His tall plush shoulder pads
Thin waist and frail stature–demasculinizes
Yet adds weight to his corpse-like, ghostly-pale complexion
His tightly clinched teeth
With his brutal and merciless laughter
Entertains sarcasm and mockery
Revenge he seeks
For his defacement by way of acid
His personal symbol
The two-sided coin
A silly game of life or death
Mastered by none other than the Joker
Gotham City’s most notorious vigilante
A corruptive force
Rooted in civility
By Marckincia Jean
By Marckincia Jean
6/5/15
New Year 2013 may welcome Peace
May the New Year welcome the peace and
Feed good thoughts in our minds
May it sow noble seeds in our land
To change this hell at least as Earth
Bloody violence may go out of this land and
Nasty hunger may go for it’s death
Stupid poverty may reach it’s corner
Lovely world may incarnate from this hell
May my dreams come to true on this dawn
May His mercy shower on our lives
May my pen write prosperity in epics
I want these My Lord bless me to attain
Lazy dogs may go to their pits
Greedy worms may go to their end
Corruptive gems may go to deep
Holy souls may bless to us
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