All through my life I've grown;
and knew angels would appear ,
for each of us imposed.
with death, Or how its known....
Is it what we all believe;
is it a fresh start,
one in which there is no end ;
but why then the fresh start ?
Is it the washing of our souls;
to live as pure as Gods ,
or is it washing away the tolls,
like beating chafe and rod.....
I really want to understand,
before my time to go ;
is this the real second chance ;
will I make the "Show"
cold-hearted punch
came on suddenly. . .
blank expression of
sideways troll
passes by.
passed out microphone
with a body nearby.
inexcusable
soul —
soulless satisfaction. . .
second death sold
to the wandering whorl.
8/19/2019
These earthquakes come and go.
Awakening the anger within.
I drank the poison from the fire of your lies.
It burnt, but I kept drinking.
Because it's all I've ever known.
Your color turned gray.
I struggle to the surface,
with an anchor the size of my guilt,
pulling me under the entire way up.
So full of life we once were.
When your heart was in the right place.
Or so you made me believe.
Sister and mother despair
Building castles in Spain.
They take the threshold.
May their glory reign.
They disappear for awhile
strolling down memory lane.
And returned only with
their decaying growing pains.
One gave birth to the fire.
The other the Descendant of flames.
Beneath us lies the truth.
On that silver platter of yours,
gold turned to ashes.
Lower than dirt.
I used to see you as my savior,
Until you took my lords name in vain.
Ancient texts and books have been written through the years,
thousands of years ago they came with fears;
from an alien world,
and from their space ship hundreds of males unfurled;
who looked like monsters from the underworld,
and human women had tears.
Those men came to mate to increase their failing race,
the women they would hunt down and chase;
but running was in vain,
human men who tried to stop the rapes were slain;
the delivery of the babies brought death and pain,
but once born the child was taken into space.
Taken to a planet in the outer reaches of space so deep,
but many women wanted those babies to keep;
and hid them until the aliens at last did depart,
the children turned out to be smart;
each descendant with intelligence that set them apart,
and we build massive monuments steep.
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January 12, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/I, Descendant
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 9820-03-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
The old house was left
a wordless descendant
Ravines of cold air slide in through the cracks
Deadbolts are latched and keys have been hidden
Years of desertion have swallowed the years
Cupboards are bare, and the hinges are bent,
Doors are askew with a vague musty scent
Laughter was swept with the dust of neglect
Summers and winters have long been forgotten
Windows watched seasons gobble the stars
A derelict house that no one would claim
A house shuttered tight, where no one remains
No one has bothered to take just a look
No one is writing a page from this book
No one is left to tell of the story
No one is left to walk down the stairs
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A rolling roar, erupts from above; echoes across the plains.
The living legend, soars from craggy spires; a sacred, sky-beast.
An age-old descendant; thunderbird wings, fill the clouded skies.
A rolling roar erupts from above; echoes across the plains.
A living legend soars from craggy spires; a sacred sky beast.
An age old descendant; thunder bird wings darken cloudy skies.
Born from a generation of mighty men
Conceived in love, raise by a queen
Driven from our home land
Force to work deprived of knowledge,
Beaten to a pulp, slaves all are we
Misunderstood taken for granted
Abused and used, our history hidden
A nation forgotten, people lost and confused
Strife and war, drugs and guns
Handed to us too start our own bloody war.
Death and fear sits at our door
Our mothers can’t take anymore as our corps lay still on the floor.
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