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My man from youth grew
Your life was full of superiority;
You dazzled and demarcated,
Who does not belong must be sacrifice,
And laughter were the mystery of your horror tales,
To all animals not wild should cut their tails,
Freudian legacy that governed the tribe of the bookish
And trickles down to wild youths,
The Mafioso cum in our midst
As he found landlocked in:
This is a, that is b and those c, d, and e,
Alphabetically symbolize the allies
Who seemed not to care;
We washed different hoe-hands
Together into the same potluck,
But I decided to follow the king;
It is an experience, whatsoever or whatever,
Expressed what I looked for,
And clapped a song: immortal invincible God only wise,
In the conclusion of the matter
All that needed done was half done,
And tomorrow packed belongs and begone,
Gone on mission and came back with some spoilt,
The pathetic sweet–hearts you hate to remember
The one there and here and lived with in ransom,
And terribly pity, the one discarded, multi-distressing,
With all diseases in her mouth and in belly,
The executioners used darkness to mask
And covered up in shielded shadows,
With weapons drawn and the meat
Surefooted walked into the trap,
The in humans unleashed the superiority tussles:
A dagger slit esophagus,
Knife carved out eyelids
Axes butchered wrists,
Cutlasses designed gothic gashed all over;
Sliding and growling the pain shoot in his vein,
And tore through him the devastated dream,
Soon it was time to go as he lay
And the juice poured out of the vessel in torrents,
To perish, eyes and mouth agape, surprised;
To the moon looking down terrifying,
O! God we lack and want,
O! God provide us our daily bread,
O! God we are crying for injustice,
Mother cried of crushing, crashing heartbreak for
The lamentation of her killed beloved: 'Jealousy inflamed brawled'
Poor mama, she has not been there
Even when she went there,
In agony, sorrow and deep mourning, merely comforted;
But, Eman story had been contorted.
I pace alone in a place for the dead…Over come by woe… Yet here I’ve grown so fond of
dread that I swear its heaven… Oh my sweet May dressed in grief Don’t cry in front of his
stone with his name scrawled in a severed hand I look at you through tired eyes and see
tears fall like shards of glass that bond In rivers like sinners thoughts weep with me to join
the damned A darkened sky the day that laughter died fell swiftly into night and stayed
within her sight I set staring at the knife oh god how easy now the sacrifice of my life but let
her be with me He’s bid Farwell to distant thunder those inept stars we worshiped under
falling friends falling father lie in wait in flames below whilst my love a blood red flower falls
calls to me from verdant bowers graveside I cry please save us from the hell you’ve known
A darkened sky the day that laughter died fell swiftly into night and stayed within her sight I
set staring at the knife oh god how easy now the sacrifice of my life but let her be with me
An eye for an eye espied in the bible my faith is lost to burning idols one less cross to press
upon the survival of this lorded agony and I as much as I have tried to bury him from my
mind fates tourniquet was tied when he died lithe arms around his throat like pinning swans
entwined his foot falls always like night fall next to mine Suicide is a tried and tested formula
for release He snatched her whisper like the wind through cascades see her face in every
natural feature midst the mist and sleepy hollows of forever with glee deceiving he Suicide is
a tried and tested formula for release I hear his voice from where the grave defines him
siren song to sing alone no finer suicidal notes harmonized in a minor strike the cords with
misery memories let us be let his soul rest in peace
(Together we cry)
In memory of those lost Written by Casper
Form:
I know you hear them, calling loud, from the skies of hope they drive the wind,
manipulated like a puppet, the day has come, it has started now, right here we open our
eyes to the truth, mistaken one more time and dozens to come, how many days do you take to
realize you have come to the end of the road, they are coming fast, falling like rockets
and others are descending like leaders, the grounds are opening wide, lines with bursted
flames sparkling out the ground, I know you hear my voice now, I mourn the end to start
today, this demons are free, so many coming in seconds, thousands spread in just an hour,
jumping to millions, you kill one and six kills you, some kill with pleasures, others kill
with respect, blood and blood, splashing the walls, haunting the streets, they have
swords, axes, guns, bows, with anything they kill, they satisfied their million years
imprisoned in just 7 days, so much screaming, so many dead, body’s now make a sea on the
city, lights are reddish, some touches the living and make it rot in seconds, the day no
longer shines hateful flames, only red poisoned fog, killing anyone who breaths it,
calling the skies, executing little children’s, playing with them like prototyped dogs, we
deserve this, we won this hell, our life makes a straight line across the sea, no one to
hold, no one to call, the last thing you said to them is the last and that’s it, no more
chance to fix your sins, today you die, now that big mourn up in the skies, rising from
the long deep water dragons with bursting flame spiting out their mouth, no one to save
only yourself this time, I can hear you cry, my god what I’ve done, my friends, family,
they die, I can hear them scream, with names, lots of pain and blood coming out of the
skies, I cant believe the god we killed would make this nightmare upon us...
Form:
An individual's death is as unique as the life that preceded it,
but the process by which the body breaks down is always the same.
Evolution or God created this magnificent masterpiece:
The *****Sapian Human Brain.
Prior to dyeing in whatever way, this marvelous creation will pave the way
to a most wonderfully beautiful and comforting final exit.
I'd like to share what will one day happen to me and to all of you.
when our existence in our lifetime must end and is due.
I'd like to share with all of you Our Final Exit.
When the brain has exhausted all of its efforts to keep its life alive,
the brain will realize there's nothing left to be done, Its Now Time To Die.
The brain now only has one true and last purpose, so it kicks itself into super overdrive
manufacturing and remanufacturing, 100 million times fold more than in its entire lifetime
all the natural chemicals that get us all naturally high.
Serotonin, Endorphins, Dopamine, etc all flood in great numbers within your brain
You have absolutely no sensation of fear, anxiety or even immeasurable physical pain.
All negative feelings are now totally alien to you.
You've reached the highest of euphoric state that you could have ever hoped to attain to.
When the time comes when no more natural chemicals from your brain can be released,
You will die in the most blissfully, wonderful, serene eternal sleep.
Believe me when I say, "All do truly rest in peace."
So for those of you who fear the unknown,
I hope from the above you have grown
to learn that your final moments need not be feared at all.
Evolution or God created this magnificent masterpiece
that guarantees a most beautiful, comforting final exit for all.
1 shot 2 shot 3 shot BANG!
Im tired of seein so many of my peers slain
bout a week ago my lil cousin got jumpd
Cudve lost her life wit 2 mo blows 2 da head but 4 wat?
News casting of more & more deaths in chicago
I thawt we were a ppl
where did da love go?
Yung, i mean yung black men & women losin their lives
Nobody has da rite 2 take sum1s life
Gang violence
stupid stuff
Wateva hap'n 2 natural causes & freak accidents?
Dis irresponsible & reckless bull crap
Im tired of dis
So many ppl can still b here 2day blessn us w/their presence
Dey say da past is da past but its now becomin da present
We're letn em win
Cuz we're takin each otha out makin it e-zr 4 dem
Yes i do cry when i hear dat a child has died
I cant describe da pain i have nside
Im so sick of funerals & each time it rain
It's jus God informn me dat he's disappointed once again
Classmates Cousins Ppl I've met once Ppl I need
Have lifeless bodies cuz of stupidity n-v $ greed
Wat is dis place ive been brawt up n
Suburbs have less opportunities den tha city now
how dat hapn?
Dey telln ppl not 2 cum 2 their hood
But dey can go where dey plz n its all gud
I think dats sum bull
nobody gon tell me where i can & cant visit
Sad part is goin where ur not wanted can cost ur life
& we cant even have fun 2getha not even family cuz its always a fight
Sis' w/ no bros Moms wit no son
We thawt it was over but it had jus begun
So @ nite w/my knees 2 da ground, fingertips 2 my chin & eyes 2 da sky
I pray 2 God dat da world can hear Chi-Town's Cry
Form:
She called me her angel
A week before she died
I didn't see beyond the mask
I only heard my own sigh
Her cry was lost
Like her ashes now
The wind of fortune and future and change
Blew her away
But my memory is the deep pool she swims in
And we are angels together
Getting our wings wet
I loved her and she knew this well
I refuse to believe she fell
Heaven
Would be shallow indeed
Without the girl that first wrote
BFF to me
I did not save her
I let her be
Praying that the Lord would see
The beauty and purity and the natural face
She showed to me
I accepted her as she was
And wish she was still here
To hug
I love her
Her spirit bright
But when I dream of her at night
She is alive
Laughing
Her death
All a cruel cruel joke
But I'll forgive her
If she'll forgive me.
God knew her better
And only
He knows who we will see
Walking in His Paradise
Suicide is a mortal/moral sin
Not trusting God is an insult to Him
Explain it to me
Is it like drowning
Never coming up for air
Forced to suffer with no light
Cold and dark and agony
Until a bullet or a blade
Is the friendly fire of sweet release?
I've been there
But I tread water
I doggy paddle when I am too weak to do the breast stroke
I grasp the lifelines around me
Or I create my own
I don't give up
I want to go home
But I'll wait impatiently
For God to call me
Until then I'll plant my seeds
And enjoy the sweet cleansing power of the holy rain
Maybe I'll learn to do the Butterfly Stroke
She looks down in the hole, freshly dug in the cold January ground
Maybe she should jump or maybe just let herself fall?
She screams over and over again but no one, even god, hears the calls
She asks over and over why take him from her….a new hurt never felt is now found
She’s in agony, her heart bound with a pain she never felt before today
All she can do is close her eyes and allow the agony to take hold and never fade away
His face, his scent, his touch seems more than a million miles away
The pain that brings her to her knees turns to hopelessness in a haste
She doesn't want them to know, to see her for what she’s become
A little girl, although grown, with no sense of where to go or whom to hold on to
As thoughts begin to race of him, she cant help it as a bitter smile shows on her face
Oh how mad he would be if he saw how she was at this moment, what he would do!
As dirt is getting tossed into his grave, her sunshine fades and will forever stay away
His last heartbeat was also hers….she never thought she would ever see this day
How dare god take him away from her, didn’t he know, didn’t he see?
She cant face a tomorrow without him, there was just no way this could be.
He gave her strength, held her up when she couldn’t stand alone
She remembered begging god to take her with him, a life without him she’s never known.
From a little girl with pigtails to a woman with a family of her own
There just has been no other way, no way to go without him day after day….
Form:
Come on, shut up already, you stand clear to confusion, not of my business, i multiply
myself to vanquish, you pray to god for power and love? I pray to god for my life to be
brought to live, don't tell me you said slave, I don't believe your kind of lie, so clear
now that you taken all from us, myself and my only self, blood stood tall to breath lies,
i can still sense you here but i can't see you, i smell your perfume, but i can't see you,
like a ghost you came in im sure of, you lied to us all, took our loved one's, left us in
ruins and walk away like a victor! I refuse! I will stand strong too, this is my fight, i
don't need a man to help me when im the only men who lost it all, partner in crime we all
been fighting trought, your not gonna tell me another lie, nevertheless i will stand to my
ground and won't let go of their rotten corpses, they could be dead now, but i will keep
'em there for you to see what you did, her face is rot, smells like the hell once brought
upon your soul and feel's like no more soldier will stand to die here, no sense fall, no
sense fail, i can still feel you here but i can't see you, so i must be dead to see? Then
with this bullet i will garanty my eye's one last fall upon your dirty soul, massacre, i
will to your past, im not the toy you were told to play with, im the man who will disobey
god to destroy who you are!
Standing erect in row upon row like soldiers in formation,
Are marble stones honoring those who died for their nation.
On each is etched the honored name for all eternity,
Of a gallant patriot belonging to a very special fraternity.
Too many stones are etched, "Known But To God Alone."
'Tis sad that the names of those heroes will ne'er be known.
Valiant troops lie asleep who died to ensure freedom's flame,
And sadly, sadly, we don't even know their name!
They sacrificed all upon the field of strife and were torn asunder.
Grieving families gaze upon the stone and will ever wonder,
"Could that be my son, my brother, my daddy sleeping there?"
Alas, they'll never know, adding to their despair.
"Taps" echoes across the rolling plain at the close of day,
To honor those who rest 'neath that hallowed clay.
They'll stand smart and tall when mustered for that last patrol.
Each will proudly answer "Here!" for that final call of the roll!
When Gabriel sounds the trumpet and they shed their funereal gown,
God will embrace each saying, "Soldier, you served Me with renown!"
With unknown name we can't bestow upon them due acclaim,
But we can rest assured that God will, since He knows their name!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Gabrielle hasn't smiled for eternity
as a torture victom i know how he feels
he tells me there are war heros sitting on death row
judges more criminal than we know
he asked the lord to come make love to him
through me as i understand it
not a very happy holiday he's on
He told me of the way we hang our sins on jesus
a subconcious routine of our souls to smote an unheavenly enemy
the biblical code collected in three different books
the curse to break the aftermath of the enemies curse
Told me things happen for a reason
on a protest for god to take a turn
punished for doing gods work he says
maybe god should try doing his own job
psychology of belief systems all in place for this rapture
taking place and misunderstood
As confused as i am in the midst of his game to get me laid
i have pretty much lost all will to live
he says him and mankind are in the same business
here to learn the difference of good and bad
I'm praying for it to be over
than he informs me
don't be surprised if you wake up to hear about a dead judge