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The month of February, ever since I can recall, is
known by most to celebrate Black History and all,
but every single year I always ponder, not to front,
just why our peoples' histories possess the shortest
month.
See if I ruled a perfect world I also shall declare, that
BHM, Black History Month extends to half the year,
with 1 month on and 1 month off I think that would be
fair, I'd also lock my hair inside a perfect world I
swear.
Now since I'd be the ruler making up new laws and
such, commit a crime against a child? I'd sew their
eyeballs shut,
and throw them in a tranny prison, worth the while or
what, with dudes I pray who'd make a birth canal
from out their butt.
I'd rule the world with iron fist my justice swift and
fair, when someone doesn't care someone will lift
them in the air
by ev'ry folicle of hair cause Lewisville is on a roll, in
fact forget the prisons dump these serpents in a
hole.
Stupidity not tolerated by a boy or girl, that's just the
way I'd do it if it were a perfect world,
and all drugs would be legal ev'ryday I'd bet that
quick, in Lewisville we'd grip a non-existent deficit.
There wouldn't be a homeless person anywhere in
sight, it'd be so safe to go and travel anywhere at
night,
cause crime also's not tolerated in or out of place,
forget the diggin ditches shoot these fools to outer
space.
I'd reach the people ev'ryday I'm sure you would
relate, there'd be no chance of rape just food and
drink with ev'ry plate,
my nation would be touted on this planet as a great,
no chicken wings and fries we'd dine on rice pilaf
and steak.
A young Barack Obama running things with my
Michelle, for criminals of Lewisville a fate designed
in H31l,
or worse if I prevailed it's just a thought so let it twirl,
around your head it'd happen, living in my perfect
world.
No one in this world is better then anyone else/
If you think you are ?
Your in for a very rude awakening !
The vicious very often bite with long fang's for teeth/
Scattered thought's torn amidst..,
A broken world
As a lone social outcast..,
Explores their social opportunities..,
Although for now bankrupt !
They often will make your insides very nervous/
Having sharpened fangs for teeth !
Stretched out on a blue plate of fries..,
Still will live in a whole mess of shallow lies/
Procrastination,
Amidst a broken fallen culture of existentialistic radical's !
Fake Freeks From Hell !
They often long to ponder a way of escape;
Amidst a holy emblem that's torn !
Darkened portal with bilnd ambition,
Never bothering to help you or anyone else/
Creating quite a bit of havoc !
Still from the vile pit of their accuser's !
Eyes with a silver lining having a portal of fear/
Tormented !
In the eternal flames of darkness !
A lone hobbit long's to be happy !
Imprisoned by various deceptive fragmentation's
Emmersed with lone variations of vile imagery/
Softened hearts' beating as one unit/
Once filled with fear..,
Yet don't ever dispare !
Tiger Woods thought he was entitled !
Yet to his great surprise/
He had to take his Tiger out and put it in the woods/
After all his poor wife had to suffer.,
With all of his false allegations.,
I don't know about Tiger ?
Still I'm fearfully and wonderfully made !
Now go forth young man and be brave...
As our world lies in havoc
she waits deep in the inticingly
dark forest
she glances upon us
though to her we are but a
bleak glimmer of misery on the
horizon
our world begins to crumble
our oceans dry and turn to
puddles
and the earth cracks and
begins to break away below
our feet
and as we starve
she picks ripe succulent fruits
from lush strong vines
she plunges her teeth through
the skin
and flavorful juices roll down
her tongue
she runs and plays throughout
the forest and skips through
rolling streams
and the sound of her wet feet
slapping on rocks echo's
through the woods
she cherishes every thing in
her world
while the brutal few still in ours
ravage what is left of it
they victimize the weak and
weary
for them to survive is to fight
is to kill
while the weaker waste away
or survive by taking from the
corpses that litter the earth
burned crisp by the seering sun
but she sings enchantingly
through the black mass of thick
trees
and dances elegantly with fire
flies
for years she watches us with
little intrest
until one intensely dark night
she looks upon our world and
thinks this could be a sad
shame
but she never feels sadness
and she knows that everything
happens for a reason.
Mind plays itself shuffling with words thereby -
Imaginations are much creative, justifying realistic;
Heart often cries - instead tears falling from sky
A smile often brings the daylight, justifying happiness naturalistic.
She plays by his garden of roses and dances along with the jonquils -
Her voice! Is often likened along with the birds sung…
Yet when she abhors his feelings -
He often resembles with the world of iniquities
Along with the bright sky that provoked darkness.
He then makes a life out of grief
And thinks as the earth is no more as it is –
He imagines the birds to fly with him
And the clouds to give shelter –
He imagines the rain to pour with tears
And the blue roses to bosom in winter –
He imagines the ocean not so vast
And swim with the world within it –
He imagines the mountains not so high
And climbs along desperately to his last breath.
He then faces a journey that’s seen differently
People around him but he expects himself to be lonely –
He then counts the number of days with no more distress
And writes down everything with all oneiric images.
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala line with grandiosity and passion
Dressed like a virgin woman from ABOVE
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from blithe and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow - echoed
Yeah - mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a human
- Not a perfect being but changes must be done
Fairy be a woman...
Scouring for eccentric discrepant realm
Where mistakes are the supreme pedagogue
And where perfection is " out of the question "
Where warmth and adulation is a must
And where ceding and relinquishing is a Crime
Where creeds and dogmas is Supernal
And where gluttony and lust is Buncombes
Where food and water is an exigency
And where world is ruled by CROCODILES...
" two worlds so different ...yet a fairy wants to glide over the world of HUMANS "
The world seemed much kinder when I was younger.
Love,peace, understanding, along with world hunger.
These days the same concepts seem rather strange,
Everything's gone,the world has changed...........
Fearless and strong the words were quite bold,
Hope that I die, before I get old.
Try to buy back the soul that I sold.
The summer's are hotter,the winter winds cold.
When something was wrong people spoke up.
Now nothing is left,to drink from life's cup.
Compassion has been replaced by so much greed.
That we can't see the difference between what we want or we need.
Rob from the poor to give to the rich,
Moral's decayed,life is a *****.
If you don't like what we think,we'll just start a war,
I can't even imagine what the future has in store.
I know if we don't stop, there will be nothing to save.
It seems like we're riding the crest of the wave.
Soon it will crash,then the castle's will crumble,
Just like the fall will follow the stumble.
These days the concepts seem rather strange,
Everything's gone, the world has changed.......
I had a dream that wasn't a dream.
Being but a child, who could discern what's what?
The clever illusions of false truth snicker at my struggle to comprehend even today.
Looking into my past I see what I do not know.
Waking up in the late nights to the surreal world of magic as a child was but a dream?
How do I recall what it felt like to reach my small hands forth into the night,
To touch the beauties of a world I most certainly created?
As life so cruelly plays out, nothing is what it seems.
I feel the happiness of the magic that embraced me,
And I feel the darkness of the unknown lurking, ready to strike out in my vulnerable mind.
For where there is purity, there is most certainly evil.
Born innocent, a child is introduced to the evils of the world through nightmares.
They wade in the the sea of creativity, staining the water black,
They overrule with their triumph in victorious waves of murky fear, the shivers down your
spine.
And they send those who were once happy down a waterfall into perpetual darkness.
I wish i had been born to you
I truly wish i had!
The only dream i want come true
is to see this wish sail safely through
Eternal seas harbouring endless decades
my destiny i seek enduring dismays...
I donot wish this wish , to be granted
with a magical wand...in a swish!
Nor to make this wish , my wish
on a falling star! that's not destined too far!
I place my wish in the hands of time
To dissolve,disperse...be infinitely mine
This wish! my wish..it roots from within
its the soul of the soul...the soul therein,
thats older than old,deeper than deep
the lancet to another world....from where
this wish does peep!Beyond the mortal memory
beyond the world that sleeps......
The harvest of duality,intuition tends to reap!
My father!.....my father he is!!
i know it as i feel it...i feel it as it is!
i belong to him, i am his child
let the karmic node be pointer, midheaven decide
If authorities of science and law must resist....
it only strengthens the theory,
A Parallel world exists!
I stumbled upon a Genie's glass
Along the shore, it glittered bright
It caught my eye, I dug the sand
And held this magic in my hand
I rubbed it clean, to my delight
The Genie spoke and granted me
Such golden wishes, not two...but three
Offering wealth, or fame or riches grand
But within the power given me
I'd choose to break free from my shell
Where childhood imagination would not fail
And if the sky were clear enough
And the water still enough
Then, that is where wish two begins...
If I could step right out of my skin
To sometimes be old....or young again
Then I could see the world outside
Through someone's older or younger eyes
And understand a different sky
The last wish that has been granted me
Would be to erase all negativity
To see the world a peaceful place
Like looking through the Genie's glass
Where skies are free from war and gain
And rain or sun comes free of pain
These would be wishes I would ask
If I were to find the Genie's glass
I am under the impression
Of a design on the ceiling
Should I use all my discretion
For the pains that I am feeling
I am under the impression
That’s been put into the roof
Should I show you the direction
Then you will have the proof
I am under the impression
That you don’t like who I am
Just like an infection
You hit me with a slam
I am under the impression
That the world is turning round
And like some big infraction
Gravity drops you to the ground
I was under the impression
That the world is turning round
There was not a big infraction
It was true that’s what I found
I was under the impression
But then I moved aside
Never lost my direction
Nor will I run and hide
I was under the impression
That was put into the roof
I used all my directions
To fix it I have proof
I was under the impression
Of what was on the ceiling
With all of my discretion
Fixed the pains that I was feeling