I’m becoming more religious
My god is a man of wit
And his people aren’t fastidious
In the prayers they commit
Everybody understands
Well aware that the trials
Cannot make a better man
From a rancor we acquire
Being tested all the time
With no promise of reward
Being told about the crimes
Of the past we must pay for
I’ve no time for moral babies
I am living for myself
And for my most precious lady
Who once told me I’m her elf
With my god we laugh aloud
Breaking loose from any cell
I have grown from tiny sprout
To dismiss the man made hell.
This is no rock ‘n roll fantasy
Here is no place for chastity
This is where the hard life is at
Not just for any brat
Burning like a hellfire
They fail to inspire
They despise authority
Even though they live in inferiority
Most gang members did not finish school
They prefer a life of ridicule
They gave up school
Making each one a fool
A life of crime
Like living in slime
Crime has become a past time
Like in war time
Most gang members die young
Living a life so unsung
Yet still so young
With lives so far-flung
Living life so fast
Just getting past
They think life is a blast
Alas their lives have passed
They will be forgotten
Their lives were rotten
Talking about ill-begotten
Now they in the grave forgotten.
did work
in carnivals
a short time
good public
relations be
a right critical
deal with those
just walking by
pocketing money
you can hear jingle
and jangle over the
sounds of the rides
stan sand
Has anyone seen "Junior?"
He was here a minute ago!
Weren't you supposed to watch him?
Guess we'd better call the "Popo!"
This is the third time this week!
Feels like I've got "Crack" in my head!
It's 'bout time we "LoJack" Junior!
Or just "Velcro" his ass in bed!!!
Confronting
the devil’s lawyer
destiny entwined
Heaven and Hell
in the jury box
fate was on the line
The judge
Archangel Raguel
his verdict waits to scream
A sentence cast
in fire untold
— to kill the evil dream
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
"Blue is the colour of the shroud I want to be buried with,
If there's a body left to bury.
If not, then just remember me,
Picture me in a blue hue; my soul, you'll see.
My days are closing in, rising in numbers,
Dreams are full of chasing demons now
Where to go, where to flee,
Where do the gods go when they're free!
There are so many voices in my head,
Full of bitterness; some songs, some noises, And some are just pure nuisance.
Violence is a broken promise,
Revenge is an empty one.
But they're still better,
Better in my head,
Better than your promise of forever together;
The bull we always fall for, yeah that one.
No, you weren't there for me in my need
You weren't there beside me,
You were there but I was here, all alone."
It was so hot, my features melted off my face.
It was so hot, my body blistered in every place.
It was so hot, because an angel stoked the fire
to keep hell hotter than a funeral pyre
for all those who'd died outside the state of grace.
Evil is going to its "Home and it is called "Hell"!Here is the truth! Do you mis-use love when it is given to you? if you do-------you are on your way to "Hell for certain"!
No paradigm of peace will ever dwell
Upon the land of evil and the outcasts
Who are not evil, but were born in hell
And this alienates them from the lucky ones
Who despise those unfortunates, believing
They’ve drawn the short straw they deserved for sins
Of their forefathers, which seems merely decieving
To the unfortunates, for they’re not welcomed in
The lands of lucky, and those habitants of hell
Don’t understand the laws of kinship from the Bible
And this exacerbates their fates so well
That makes them feel a bit upset about arrival
And so predictably they hate the lucky ones
And so the lucky hate those people in return
The only option left is to load up the guns
Expanding hell, for reason possibly unknown
The explanations become vaguer, there is no
Plain truth to tell, and every fool looks pensive
Although when killing is the only way to go
Both sides meet hell for being too defensive.
When driving the car
approaching a traffic light
it has often been seen
both day and night
what does green mean
here's the plan
for better or worse
drive as fast as you can
then red and amber
if you will
put the foot down
even faster still
and when it turns red
don't dare to dwell
or stop dead
but go like a bat out of hell
It bears repeating
That life is fleeting
No one walks away from death
No way for beating
No way for cheating
We all face a final breath
In a house seeding
Evil was breeding
Encompassing every room
With no souls heeding
Time was now speeding
Ever racing towards their doom
A demon's greeting
For Satan's meeting
In this house we're all the same
For sake of needing
We take our beating
As we play the master's game
Each breath was pleading
While death was feeding
And eating souls five by five
Our host succeeding
The house kept bleeding
Till no one got out alive
The spirit of Dream
Megala man
Scratching that itch
Not that of a lower level man
Can wipe out a universe
In the moment The moment of a twitch
Too ra loo ra loo ral
Too ra loo ra li
The healthy of lean
Le fat the tip of hooray
Falling sideways
What is the writing drug
Why do poppies eat promise
Trying to keep up
Even the deck
With desperate desire
Forgive that which does not own you
Seraphine
You crave darkness
People don't believe it
When the bad guy wins
Gripping a tear
Dawn of the apocalypse
Eyes shooting spears
Sucked in by the smell of gold
Caught and tortured
Wreckless soul
They don't sleep at night
The night rebels
To change the face of the day
To a nightmare
Of whistles and bells
Ringing tolling
Waking up hell..
Time has a way that breaks you down
As we age we fall victim to its plague
Can't out run it can't escape it
It comes and comes
Sneaks right up on you
Before you know it your 49 stuck in 1994
It's a complicated journey
Filled with curves and chaos
It flashes by like a thunderstorm
Loud and hard
Right up to the now
It's a whirlwind of change
Captivated by simplicity
It's the realization of the mistakes
And the corrections that come to light
It's a hard look at what you have become
And how much time you have left to fulfill your legacy
Makes you think what you have done
And how you got here
It's time knocking at the door
Like am unwanted guest
Wanting you to focus on what you will do next
How you will approach these next few years
It's the cause it's the meaning It's what makes you revailvent
In this unforgiving world
Just shine now light the day and let the shadows of yesterday fade
Right now time has the wheel but you can still drive the hell out of this life
He who neither knows nor cares to discern,
the underlying truth of existence,
mistaken he’s this form, is doomed to burn,
in fires caused by his ego’s resistance,
yet refusing to take God’s assistance.
For such a person, this earth life is hell,
suffering under wayward ego’s spell,
though at any moment he can be free,
if addiction to desires he does quell,
making his heart pure, blissful and carefree.
If being pretty were a crime, you’d already be behind the bars
Because angels look at their reflection and wish they had your smile
And I’m not sentimental, but to you I must confess:
I’ve waited ages to find someone whose beauty can compare
If my poems were eulogies, you’d be nothing short of dead
Because not romanticizing you would be lying to myself
And how could I not when you give me those eyes?
The look that makes me think that burning can feel fine
If hell is real, maybe we’ll meet there again
Because if being heavenly was a sin, that’s where you’d be sent
And if to love you is to be doomed, then save me a seat in the flames
Because I wouldn’t mind going if it meant I’d meet you there
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