{"I convicted myself into a death sentence when it came to dote on, bear the witnesses because they saw me alleviate the tears nobody had reconciled or dared to wipe away; they simply did not.
The smoke is flaming inside of me, and it isn’t dwelling away or even sufficing. They replenish my lungs in exasperation as I flunk to inhale a tad bit of reinvigorated air.
You slaughtered me in a way nobody has. Whereas now they beg for the forgiveness of the broken. They measly take a stand and testify against it. I whisper to myself like a madman, for you shan’t be convicted of manslaughter, and I shan’t forgive you in any way probable.
Your actions don’t merit punishment behind bars,
you deserve death as I have reached my own demise a million times over; bear the burden I have felt, one that cannot slide open the portico and make a legitimate run for it. I let it in me, fused it, relived it.
I inhaled the smoke of a Cigar and let it ruin me all in all, then I testified against all odds;
‘It is what it is.’"}
Fear less fearless, you will lose freedom;
Rejoice with real revolution;
In the atoms of a bomb
our disturbing past blasts
with a renewed rage;
A death sentence
of silence
filled with
tears.
Death of a friend brings sorrow,
one that doesn’t last for tomorrow,
Question’s if friendship built on lies,
As we call a friend that dies,
Not from life, but just from yours,
Doors that once were open, are now closed,
A friendship you wonder if it was forced,
One that was coursed into not having anywhere to go,
A friend that seeped in slow, one that went with the flow,
The safe becomes dangerous,
You say I know you,
You say it is true,
But my faith, mind, and heart,
complicates as the distance grows,
I knew you were too good at the start
But your lies are like water when it flows,
Who really is it you want to be,
With us or the lies that lie six feet,
To me,
It leaves a bitter taste on your tongue of defeat,
The work of lies and deceit,
Tell me was it worth all the pain and the grief,
Now that you will be stuck in the seat,
A death sentence is the eye of the beholder,
But truly nothing will change the mind's eye,
It's easy to fool one's heart when there is a mirage of beauty,
But the mask melts to the core is nothing but rotten irony.
I heard the words as he sat,
There in his white coat.
His kind and caring eyes,
Looking, silently yet dreaded,
What he had just said.
Those deadly words,
That would likely end my life.
Without blinking, he ended with,
These 3 words everyone seems to say,
"I am sorry."
All I can think is, you are ripping the,
Milk and honey of the god's from my body.
I feel I have no choice or decision.
I sit there and contemplate,
Death or riddle my body with poison,
To take away the disease that has,
Engulfed my body and soul.
Now as a woman all that remains,
Is but a shell and a nightmare,
I have to live thru.
Is it really a decision or,
Just a Death sentence?
5G RADIATION
WHAT'S THAT ALL ABOUT.
RADIATION COOKS YOU
FROM THE INSIDE OUT.
THE SUN BEAMS RADIATION
WE CALL THAT BURN A TAN
WHY IS 5G POISONING
SO WIDELY IN DEMAND.
IF HEAT FROM RADIATION
TURNS A RIVER DRY.
WILL 5G RADIATION
BURN OXYGEN FROM OUR SKY.
THIS BRINGS TO MIND
THE CARBON TAX.
WHAT'S THAT ALL ABOUT.
BECAUSE I BREATHE
AND CONSUME OXYGEN
I PUT LIFE IN DOUBT.
LET US DO A LITTLE MATH.
1 PLUS 1 IS TWO.
RADIATION BURNS OXYGEN
FASTER THAN ME AND YOU.
THERE HAS TO BE A LESSON
EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW.
GLOBALIST DON'T LOVE YOU
AND BELIEVE YOU AND I MUST GO.
5G RADIATION. YOUR CONVICTED.
YOUR SENTENCE DEATH.
5G TECHNOLOGY WAS CREATED
TO STEAL YOUR BREATH.
02292020
In a space-time continuum,
a random reality shift,
accelerating modicum,
without any discerning rift.
Awaiting illumination,
the world is on collateral,
discerning revelation,
of days counting in reversal.
When all the planets are in line,
preparation's a moving phase,
seals, symbols, an invoking sign,
annihilation upon gaze.
Holy judgment, heed forth your smite,
innocence crying a river,
despair hovering above flight,
no more tomorrow to savor.
4.22.15
I'm an animal lover but I never knew this.
If you love your dog never ever feed it any chocolate.
Chocolate contains a compound known as theobromine
and it is fatal to dogs nearly all of the time.
Death sentence
Heads hang
High
With tears
Of rain
Pouring on their face.
The woven knot
Is tied around necks,
Tightening slowly
Cutting off circulation
From their brains
Down to their feet.
Feeling their pulse
Slow with a deep
Chilling demand for death.
To have life crumble to my dismay
But not afraid of Judgement Day!
God obviously has a plan
For me to be a better man
Reach out to others; heal their pain
Or else life could be but vain
Satan tries to control with fear
Hope the voice of God you hear!
Sentenced to the death,
The leaf cries at the verdict:
Sap displays regret.
We the jury
Find
“Pressure”
Guilty of murder
For the killing of
“Creativity”.
(This is a fictional poem but sadly it's true for some people.)
I told him not to sleep around but he didn't listen to me.
After sleeping with lots of women, he's got HIV.
I told him to use condoms but he said they weren't for him.
Now that he has a death sentence, he wishes he had wore them.
He's going to die and I can't imagine life without my best friend.
I'm going to stand by him and give him support until the very end.
Stark,
naked,
bare,
stare.
Full,
pull,
forced,
gorged.
hammered,
stammered,
grammered,
wrote.
logical,
symmetrical,
spherical,
formatted,
delivered,
couriered,
in cell,
was the death sentence.
As a child, I wished
I could refill
Sky-blue plates
With old grits and scrambled eggs
And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor.
I thought this would resurrect souls
Prematurely swallowed
Six feet below
By the black holes
On Earth.
When I prayed, I cursed
The Angel of Death
For not committing suicide
Or at least aborting Murder.
After God found me,
I helped found a new Garden of Eden
By killing
The Venus flytrap
That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath,
And releases non-essential elements
That even suffocate
Air.
I committed
These acts of kindness
In hopes of being found guilty
Of premeditated
Prevention of murder
And eventually being
Given
The life-after-death sentence.
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