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A Monument to a Murdered Love

A Monument to a Murdered Love

The walks with my ghost on beautiful mornings were taken.
On late afternoon evenings, the walk goes to the sad night.
“Sad nights?” Asked my ghost.“ I think the harvest was good.”

Said my ghost. Yes, my ghost words always mirror the truth.
His words, phrases, speeches, biography of life, the Titan.
He is the

Rhythm and Blues

They want our rhythm but not our blues
They envy our natural melanin yet tan too
We wear our style and they call it hood
They copy it now and say it’s all good

They want to erase our heroes and heroines 
Because there’s a power in the skin we’re in
King, Tubman, Malcom X, Garvey and more are
Past heroes

Seth Rich Murdered'

R evealing
A trophic
Y eilds

Man-ufactured
C-onspiracys?

G raft?
O paqely
V-iewed'
E verymans
R ecognition
N ecessary

Murdered

Oh, frightful word scribed at the end
The finger-painting mannequin
Composed a message to his love,
From ink he’d made of his own blood!

And Murdered in Her Bed

(Oscar Wilde wrote that long poem "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" in 1897, quoted here. In it, a man met his death; for some decades the UK has not had the death penalty.)

                      

'i Murdered My Depression'

To find the light

I had to fight

To keep all my hopes and dreams in sight

Please allow me to make a confession

I went out on a hunt and I murdered my depression

I showcased confidence, i was so dominant

This put me into a position of prominence

I managed to come up with a hypothesis

My illness was declining, it's

Murdered On Halloween

It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen.
I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.
A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.
I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
He grabbed his double barreled shotgun and I was shot.
He threw my corpse down his

All the Music Murdered

All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
the colour pink from 
the fading blushing cheeks 
of broken angels 
breath sucked away
school bells toll death 
dark creatures Dementors
pistol legions burning parades
constant and strong
now fly in weekly 
through open doors

Le Diablo pats the ombré backs
of quacking leaders  
their passive bills carrying bullets 
too late the redeemable exchange

Mother More Than Been Murdered

You call her a mother; she lives on earth 
I sensed the level of her duty
With due regard of honour, she: a mirth
I call her the murdered yet a beauty

All the pains of living for another
All mothers living a life bewildered 
Many flee near when they could not further 
Physical absence but present blizzard 

None

Woman Being Murdered In the Woods

Hair on my neck stood on end
A woman being murdered?
It’s a bobcat’s scream

Murdered By a Boob

Mercilessly, no ifs, ands, buts -
His wife of one year, who is nuts,
Coldcocks him with a paper tube.
What’s worse from this wife, who’s a boob,
Her killing’s done with paper cuts.

12/18/2021

Sorry the title is sensational and misleading…chuckle

Our Country Is Being Murdered

They try to steal our days.
They try to steal our nights.
They try to steal our hope.
They try to steal our pride.

Before it’s too late to realise.
Look into your children’s eyes.
Take that image into your night.
Imprint it on your mind.
See the dark behind the stars.
Listen to history scream it’s warning cries.

They will try to steal their

I Murdered My Ego

In the dark of the night, death came calling,
propelling me through a tunnel of light!
My life on review, with myself judging,
comprehending now, through spherical sight,
that on aligning with love, soul shines bright!
‘Shed ego, even if it be murder’,
was counsel I received from the elder.
Back through the tunnel, I did as was told,
vaporising desire in realms

He Murdered My Reflection

I promise — that ain't me
I'm not the guy in the mirror
The guy is so beardy
Cheeky faced
With a big thick lips
That isn't me

Remember when I smile
It's a crooked one
One side of my lip
Seems to go up
While the other just hits the ground
Like a heavyweight... Hahaha

Now, this guy in the mirror
He smoulders instead
He doesn't even smile
Well,

A Tribute To My Murdered Friend

I would love you till the end 
I would never be able to comprehend 
Why your destiny had to meet such a drastic end
But as your friend, I would give you a warm parting
Letting the world know that your departing
Would be the starting of women recognizing
That love is not painful nor is it wasteful 
Love

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