Time passes and we are fine.
These may BE tumultuous terrible
Thrifty times for some. But only
Some might have anxiety about
Somethings concerning many
Things. But have a thought! The
Answer to this conundrum of this
Catastrophic condition IS NO longer
The crazy capitalistic society. NO!.
It has got to BE COMMUNISM. mmm
You sea? You see. You saw ALL those
Flaws from Yesteryear? Well now
Something else IS here. Now. For
This painful position. Yeah maybe
It IS one SOLUTION. No more VERY
WEALTHY EXCESSIVENESS, or
POVERTY NIGHTMARES Now we are
Here. In this earthly dimension.
What WILL WE DO? We meet
Them in the middle, yeah! We GET
MORE! Communism? For now it might be
Easier IF we are calm and WE THINK
we PLAN on SURVIVAL TACTICS.
Yeah! That's The MAGIC!
THINK PLAN EXECUTION!
and everything IS FINE.
THE FACE BEAUTY OF THE HEART
The beauty of the heart
Overflows & regurgitate through
The excessiveness of it abundance
To project the fleshy outlook.
- Vick Manuel Quote (VMQ)
Copyright© 27th January.
(Vick Manuel Poetry - VMP) 2021.
I woke up weak, wet and
worried on this sorry Sunday,
Rosie and some friends came to
wine and dine on Saturday.
I still had my Spandex boxers on
though it’s smelling and soaked
I realy need a gig to take me to
the kitchen.. I am choked.
I used to hate exuberance,
excessiveness and egomania;
how on earth did I got insane…
drowning in insomnia.
Do I need a Listerine soaked
tissue to clear the mess on my
body?
Tid-bits and memories of last
night might affect my... study.
It’s like Dire Straits was having a
crazy concert in my head
I saw Lunar Craters in the space
I used to have my bed.
Is this real? I mean the these
UFOs and
wormholes,
or is my eyes drifting away from
reality… drunk with bowls?
It was a crazy campfire; with
friends from Hammond,
clearing up the mess was… as
hard as almond.
I needed some pills to douse the
pain I felt after the clean up,
I just can’t imagine myself
getting so messed up.
HalloWween
Regard the day if you regard it regard it to the LORD.
Regard it not if not regard it then do not regard it to the LORD
A bit of wisdom found from the ancient preachment of the old scriptures people
preached and lived with stones tossed at them killing them they rose and walked
and preached among the stone throwers bold. The day is only one. The time will
pass away somehow no matter what it may seem like the devil won but the life is
in the GOD not the worthless one. They missed me with the attitude the weight is
not enough the bump has never come near me that can rally shake me up they
grab at straws and miss them and then drown. They try to eat me up but eye am
round.
They fill the cup with excessiveness and cannot make a fist.
They howl at darkened moons on ice planets they miss me with the weapons
they have formed they falter and they throb in lust with one another the women
with the women the men with all the rest.
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