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world wars your mongering for
the big satanic bloodbath
more appealing to god
then two homosexual men
The devil may cry
my favorite angel facing a feat of unequal measure
since you know soo much about him
live it everyday
you never let him live this down
just work on making yourselves miserable
you look soo happy that way
words you read by the best
your own walking contradiction
so caught up in getting what you want at anycost
you forgot what he wanted
and there is a price to pay
signed yourself up for a fight that isnt yours
the rules you live by
they are enforced
you cant scramble away from this fast enough
the lie you live for power
lesser of two evils presented to you
path of least resistance corners you again
sing yourself to suicide ever soo sweetly
the shortest straw has no alibi
and i think its funny
Jesus has some truth to tell him
slip the witch a missing letter
she doesnt mind bringin him back to life
even the devil you know
splattered all over your pages
the philosophy you seem to live everyday
offered you a short term power
and we just throw you away
came to get my favorite angel
something youve been denying yourself the whole time
trivial pursuit of endless lies manipulating yourselves this way is such a shame
now i'm not obligated to help you
you had a choice
the game of life you signed up for is coming round again
faster than you think
your underground rivalry of seeking after power
i paid the devil to see if you would make this mistake
then you did and i agreed he could do the dirty work in jesus name
the truth will get you in karmic laws you forgot about
threefolds of being humbled
and humbled and humbled again
wont even help you, you cant get away
hardcore satanists dressed up as saints messing up their own destiny
did the world not tell you
life is a test?
you were tested
you failed
the devil was in on it
enjoy your bloodbaths of endless wars in hell
the world kept this under rug swept
and now for you there is no way out
paid the devil for me
and jesus will eventualy set him free from the you he doesnt want
your not fathoming this properly
jesus was tortured so you wouldnt be
the letter gone missing
now whose got a face to blame
hardcore satanists
my favorite angel loves me
he wouldnt allow me to live this nightmare
so hes taking you far far away
Dihing, adjoining borderline with Arunachal, on the foothills of mighty Patkai,
In the encircling mesas of terrestrial plains of high altitudes,
lies the Assam Valley's tropical wet evergreen forests,
Named after its thick density of trees and profuse diverse ecology,
the Amazon of the East, the Dehing- Patkai Wildlife Sanctuary.
An abode to the myriad of endangered species, copious floras and faunas, a hotspot, the zone of world's richest biodiversity.
As amazing as Amazon's tropical forests, dark and dense:
The country's lungs like last lowland the evergreen rainforest.
Where the tallest of the tall trees with creepers are competing
for the sunlight forming greenish lavish canopies.
There, the animal kingdom awakens, whoops;
When the light falls, fathoming the density, filters in
The floras with the exotic species: orchids, lianas, epiphytes, are sparse and unique,
The faunas endless, the sole quirky reserve in the country with its' lush evergreen ecological system.
Nestled amidst the most picturesque valleys and hills,
Is reclining the lungs of the congenial climate for survival, of the region
A celestial abode on earth of the rarest IUCN red listed, on the verge of extinct species,
TheDehing Patkai, the richest part of the Sub-Himalayan region, a major carbon sink ecosystem.
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The Amazon of the East, with its sacred biodiversity hotspot,
is apprehensive of it's extinction
As the relentless injudicious mining and digging,
Has taken away the pulses of the oxygen feeding lush terrain,
Imagine a world devoid of rainforests, where we need to carry oxygen tanks, the most unfortunate substitution!
It's sending signals after signals not to play with its' immensely diverse tropical bio- canopy region;
To save the last remaining unparalleled foliage, affluent lowland from excision!
As no amount of wealth will be enough to save us from the impending outcomes of destruction,
Pivotal to rescue and redeem the Amazon of the East;
the tropical evergreen Dehing -Patkai reserve, the richest rainforest of the region!
My life cant be helped but still strike a pose
punch you in the face call for a second dose
i got so much ice hell just frooze
light a fire up under all your noses
im the satanic moses
i dont mean to bost
i dont mean to breag
but im no one to upstage
taste the bullets tang
flowing out your brain
i just blew your mind
you couldn't acomplish bye sneezing 20 times
more lyrical content than 10 of your rhymes
i love to drink hienikens
but what i need is some wights and vitamins
staggering in the door styfiling
piss on anyone who starts tryfalling
hyperventilating levitating
inceneration in creation
Perspective regeneration
do drugs spinal fluid draining
consequences for my consuisness
is like pistil wippin and infant
im rhaspodys presentment
this is my forge
were i can rhyme words like orange
can hold it to them
with my stick of plutonium
your full of bolognium
you are the phoney one
truth is im not trying
my mind is so vulpine
my thoughts are full of crime
i love sending you jerks on trips
im just so Omphaloskepsis
you jerk im the mad scientist
i handle my own buisness
screw all the risk
im not afaid to pop off with a lisp
i bet you jsut wish
yhou were in my position
dammit im a calamity
so damage it even affecded me
wreckognize me i got the spotlight fee
tidiuos incension with a surgons persicion
wording it perfectly is my mission
murdering the masses singlehandedly
sick enough get you fathoming
my phantom wieght ravaging
the pedestrians cranium content
hell is were i was sent
screw satan im a tyrant
never call it quits
to hell with the roof the house ill lift
i got 100 sleeves and more tricks
i have no hook i have syllables
silly cannibles and hannible
im no man im a machine
Astraly beamed to be
a enginering mcee
wizard of oz with my words
docs cut me up im a lost cuaze
were doing science pass the guaze
arjay is half machine analizing
my prognosis is im ever rising
diagnostic check weapons to wreck
i have no guns i got my tounge
slaying beasts and feeling numb
my heart is gone to puns
luaghing at people grappiling
my concept i went timetraviling
my life story were its unraveling
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When you are young your life is not about you
You it owe to them for love, for sacrifice and rent
Youth is the margin of our parents ever do
The young know their life only by old consent
My father was doctor with animals in his care
The blackest and the first of them in that space
My mother was the Jill of every trade, a rare
Exhibit of beauty in a working class of grace
He out of the dry parish, made ladder with brains
And climb to wring the clouds of dreams. He
Matured from church school teacher, got the reins
Fathoming figures, Maroon boy in ascendancy:
Policeman, black sergeant, parting the waves
Clerk of the Court while colonials made war
Thespian for Vere John, the black hole craves
Everything it cannot be like a wounded star.
He did well when the war was done though. Some
Whites came back alive, and their substitute yield
So they coud find their sinecure. He got a ransom
From gruelling things too, a cut above the common field
His lettered mind scholarship him there
And this society that prevented cruelty to beast
Gave that astute mind its golden stair.
From slum investments father rose to feast.
He loved rebellion, it was his poetry, yet not he
But mother was the rebel, leaving father's house
Breaking bonds with tradition and its morality
To bring my sister weddingless, to choose her spouse
And refuse them regardless. Family's wealth
She forsook, and took the rudder of her life
Compassless to sea. All winds and surge she felt
Survival was the only fun in her fracture strife.
It walloped her, the storm of winds and fire
Three children and no way back through flames
Churning like a sword, waist deep wading mire
Her soul unshaken its sovereign pride proclaims
My own daily lessons that core my manhood
Father's love of learning, mother's pride
And I drifting in that Ark since the old flood
Left me in a barren place where wants divide
The drum is sounding
From Queens in New York
Stretching to the horns of America
And the horns of Africa
Hear them applause
They call it the Trump drum of triumph
I sat on my chair of reeds
And looked towards north America
O, Horns of America!
Send your messengers across the pacific and be specific
Send waves of excitement for the Republican
U.S President elect---who entranced the long serving mother
The mother of United States who has done enough for the U.S
To stand on HER feet
Tell the world what a drum it is
Should it be a drum of war!
The trump drum of triumph
Is offbeat
Those are tourists at Las Vegas
Watching the Trump towers
Fathoming the towers would reform into a gold mine
A precious gold mine to America and the world
The Americas and the world at large in awe
But agape with an intriguing question
Will the Trump drum of triumph not sell America to the world?
Either, will it not sell the world to America?
Now that Trump needn’t a salary?
Does he have a business plan in his palace behind his unproved humility?
America wonders---the world looks on---hat trick or not!
Let the white house and the black house both keenly watch
The start of this political game
Should he meddle in his belly and ignore America and the world?
The Trump drum of triumph
Is offbeat
What is his say on gay-ism and lesbianism?
Where Barrack Obama was offbeat-ism
The practice that is against God-ism
Which spoils ten thousand American children daily-ism
A man kissing a man-ism
A woman kissing a woman-ism
Abominable act in the world traditional society-ism
How about Illuminati, the god worshipers that are barriers between God and mankind-ism?
Consult Trump’s priest-ism
To burn down all the shrines of Baphomet in Americas-ism
And the National church of bey where our men become unproductive-ism
By sacrificing their manhood-ism
They become infertile for life-ism
Heal the world again dear Trump-ism
Make my county South Sudan a country again-ism
And refrain from God’s wrath-ism
Only then will the Trump drum of triumph-ism
Not be offbeat-ism
FLAME OF ASCENSION
No-one can escape Flame of Ascension
a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
genteel progress on a path
It nightmares numskulls and nuns alike
coffins cords, corners chains conniving
Thumb tips touch those of Serapis Bey
tippling white Flames in quantum space
as he passes with poignant eyes
“Where must sparks sagely sail now
Great Chohan of Central Sun ?”
“To those with neptunium nerves
those who have mastered their minds
who stare over lambert lagoons
lbis eyed
those who will not hasten to
taste Tophet flesh, toxined tongues
or squirm to struggle stormy seas
who live on one orange a day
from oozing boxes to city sites
Let Ascension Flame sparks fly fivefold
to those who chore by candlelight
in basements cold
gather guinea-fowl feathers in damp
dawn to create wise woman wands
to those who forgive an impoverished
rapist in a fitful farm hut
fathoming his fishtail hands
Let Ascension Flame sparks sail to those
who embrace Polar Bear spirit
stirring soup for a repentant soul
covering it with furs
flasking it’s folly !”
No-one can flee Flame of Ascension
someday it fleeces all spectroscopically
pay with sweat of your sweat
palsy, petty or posh
breath upon baptising breath
no strut or scintillating stumble
skin to self-assuming skin
spectacular sundew sing
Flame of Ascension extracts due fuchsia
fragrance from filament files
harp harmonies heightened to
a hastened hypnosis from an inexplicable
white heart field
Come
Let Flame of Ascension flower
fiddling fingers into interlinking
intercurrents of Infinity’s intimacy !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
Belle in Blue and Pink
Blue and pink a combo cool
On this girl simply graceful
Looks like an angel from heaven
Beside her brother A1
Intensely lucky is this Sun-deep
Blessed with lady-luck in heap
Prosperity is his origin I guess
Brevity being his style ace
What a way to pose for
He deserves the best and far
May he have all the desired
With career and business multiplied
Enamoured by his love of spouse
Let me learn on Google browse
Lord Rama seems his spiritual deity
That’s why wedded to 142121 pretty..!!
Beauty from Pepper City
An epitome of ethnicity
The girl excels norms in beauty
Coming from a pepper city
Full of education and felicity
Oozing with grace innate
Soon to crack her goal ultimate
Name must have vibes divine
As she steals the show fine
Exuberant smile and drape dashing
Emit looks simply stunning
Enlightening are her tantrums sweet
My pen runs versing in suite
May all her dreams come true
I bless her till the sky is blue..!!
Twins Royal
Seemingly twins as resemble much
Perfect pose of siblings such
Ever confident in each other’s company
This birth donning a new role simply
In choker the sister steals the show
Besides her bonny brother’s glow
Of course her latest looks are trendy
In traditional attire that’s dandy
No words to extoll her grandeur
Seems a Queen from State Splendour
Curious to know her name sweet
Having her family’s royal treat
Sunny damsel and power woman
Soon to occupy prime position..!!
Mommee a Figurine
Juicy lips of damsel slimmest
Wet as if kissed by her mate
Pa loses control at this figurine
Being love spree hugs her umpteen
Completely swept away by Pa
She loses herself in his aura
Both are bound to progenise fast
Many kids at one go vast
Yellowish belle with slender shape
Goes banana over Pa’s drape
Seems both are in love depth
Fathoming mutual passion length
Hats off to the perfect couple
Here I go with my verse ripple..!!
A large bowl, a portion of meat, and a six foot ladle were out one day on a country walk. Playing with pebbles on a distant shore were the radiant seahorses. Dressed in hoop skirts. No time to sunbathe. No time to create sand castles and a wave is neither a weave or a web. A crashing sound is not a tinkle of bells. So be very careful when standing on stepping stones for one might fall into a crevasse. The bowl decided to carry the meat but the meat became afraid. For it had heard of marinading. And the consequence of which was to be baked at obscene temperatures in ovens or over fires. However the tall sprightly spoon gathered it's armour. And informed the meat to nit worry. The bowl smiled. It was nit to be too long before they reached the camp by the sea. And the entertainment industry of the seahorses at dusk was quite unlike anything ever witnesses. So trudging on through the headline woods, passing many faunas' fake fictions. And many a grinning pixie dancing in a toadstool ring. Lit the way through the dense and often dark woods. Sky was shy so did not appear until the clearing. From here they could see the sea shore and the ever increasing gathering of the entertainment. Wow they thought. That is a fine sight. Let us rest then we will go downhill to the sands. The laughing leaves dropped berries for the avid travellers which were received gratefully. Fashioned fashionably fabled forking fathoming feathers framed. And a single word is used by an individual dust. Good. The evening show was a s expected. Remarkable beautiful display. And as the sun dimmed and the moon shone. The intrepid travellers dug sand dwellings and lay down to rest in the breeze of the oceanic scene. Bless not a pickled pineapple then. Reach. Rave. Radius. Rigid. Righteous. Rights. Rightly. *** done. Creationism z
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god has 3 perfect lives
and he lives them simultaneously
arent you fathoming the power of god?
One of them is a gullible god
and he walks around not knowing he is a gullible god
and he will have conversations with you
and like a genie where you dont know you are making a wish you are
i feel oceans and worlds apart from my husband but forever will be gay
but an everlasting nightmare it remains
and then the next thing you kno wyou are the victom
One of them is a prophet
god surprising god
and everytime he does he regains his throne
and the only way to stop him
from regaining his throne
is to put him in his little bubble of ignorance
a world that isnt true and let him lead
see if he can see the truth and fool you all
The third god is the god that everyone murders
by slapping their elbow armpit and saying debbie does dishes
but keep in mind there is a curse to this perfect life
for god will live every single life from the beginning to the end of time
and be voted in and out of murder as you slap your inner elbows
and you never know when god is walking in your shoes
for the other gods have a time machine for this wish to be true
and satan the code name for the murderer as everyone alive gets a turn
to kill their nightmare or dream come true and defeat their enemy
since the beginning of time every writer every prophet every poet
has been predicting this crime scene for death to avenge
and then welcome everyone to eternity
as we all become different crime scenes of a matrix to keep us living
happily ever after escaping our nightmares
and living our dreams
it just takes time
so keep on dreaming
and eventually with gods puzzle of angels and demons and 3 gods and other
worlds i'll be back and slide to help you
just keep believing!
Woman of Many Names by Kenny Davis
She was a woman of many names
Though none of them were hers
The name of every man she has been with
Tattooed and stretched along every one of her curves
From Larry to Harry,
From Mike to John,
Followed by many more,
The list goes on
Almost a woven tapestry
As my lips would take its trips, down the smoothness of her hips
Every inch they lead as my eyes read
I couldn’t help to keep asking her, “Who was this?”
As she explained each one to me
I noticed tears overflowing down her face
Feeling the pain of every name
Feeling humiliated and ashamed
She told such dark tales of each and every lustful sin
From each tattooed scratch that drew blood from her skin
Tear after tear continued to have reunions under her chin
As she opened many wounds from the agony she was in
I held her in comfort
As I softly caressed her body
Crying over the names of those who loved and left this woman
Would never be forgotten
Every past ex who had left
Was engraved from her feet beyond the seam of her breasts
Never fathoming or imagining
All the internal pain this woman had felt
Every tear that shed from her head
For every deceitful name that was inscribed
Could never describe all of the pain that was inside
How each one drastically, tragically, dramatically affected her life
The more she tried to rub them away
The heavier were her scars
No matter how many names she managed to erase
None could ever nullify the damage to her heart
For the way I embraced her in my arms
She vowed to never forget my name
Inscribed on a part untouched, her heart
For loving her way beyond her pain
© January 2012 k.davis
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