Deserts of failures, seemed to blaze,
Nowhere, with full faith, we could gaze;
What is caste? What's color? What's creed?
Aren't we from Adam and Eve's seed...?
Humanity hijacked...
Is marriage of hearts great taboo?
Should bias within, like tea, brew?
When beings of red-blood unite,
Why should cold-bloodlessness teeth-bite?
Equilibrium cracked...
As though infallibly written,
By cobras of credos bitten;
Isn't, truly, no salvation?
Out of this hate-perpetration?
Cosmic rhythm ransacked...
Left to us, we've decided now,
We'll break all loathe-shackles, and vow;
Our faith and trust in love alone,
We'll live linked, like flesh, blood and bone;
Heart and mind full-intact...
21 April 2022
I understand all perpetration seems to be a distraction seems
To hold the galaxy like a black hold to a gamble
Words that meet to be re sight is like a cannon with out fire let it ignite
And for ever night that re sight for light light conversation
Night when sleep was not a resort but a comp ermines
Like a motion to order seem and opportunity pose oppression
I’m not the last the notice violence upto the knees of vengeance
I guess it is the way of the word who am I to speak about
I guess time run low on every one time belt
But like a car to motion let me get over the hurdle
Suggestion in the world it most more going on in the world
So why be silent
Death is going come with or with out our
Conceit walls to pavement oxygen left to half of lung
but I’m still breathing for what reason is renounce
Dark past worst then cancer stick appease the smell like hawk to vomit
And the smoke and whistle letting one know
That the hurt behind the pain is more then words
Words left to a note to a tree with symbolic letters carve to a tree.
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Restoration is hope
That their is a chance
For you and me
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In the beginning their
Was this child called Jesus
The New Christ
Born out of Heavens'
To effect New Life
Up and in-to Eternity
------
Fore this is where
The Lord gained
His severity
Tis where Adam
Ate the Apple
From the Tree
And this was a curse
One sewn in and out
Of Parody....
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He was born of this Earth
The child of a Mother
The Son of the living "God"
Sent by the be loving God
Only to live till the Second Birth
And to settle the curse...
------
The degradation of all man
Perpetration upon the people
Upon this Earth
--------
Fore it was Death
That could not even
Set us apart...
And that it was Sin
That which permeated
The Soul and the Heat
------
He traversed the World'
Forsaking all Evil
To bring about change
To restore the faith and truth
For the true believer
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To restore His Holy Name
And to bring about a New Heaven
So Haled be Thy Name
GF
Translucent circles drawn around
ancient Mesopotamian faces
we're told are halos', even though
Christian saints had yet to exist and
those same spheres now look like astronaut helmets.
Hieroglyphics are translated by Europeans
into a perpetration of their ideals about kings
who must have ruled over Aztec men.
Yet these glyphs show men winged in flight
with symbols and knowledge of the heavens,
(unknown to European minds of their day)
which are dismissed as myth.
Pyramids and ancient cities
alike in size and scope,
are separated by oceans,
were unseen by their builders who could
not have lived to see them completed,
yet we are told they were created as crypts.
Ancient Negroid featured monoliths of
a stone not found near the jungles
in which they sit, show their
African faces in an area of the world
not known to have harbored Africans.
Science wants always to categorize,
explain within an earth-bound framework,
waiting to stigmitize ideas
of other beings from other worlds
having ever contributed
to the story of our world
and all its mystery.
It doesn't have to rhyme, in time
its all semantics anyway.
The words to play
into other words and every thing
doesn't need to ring
in rhyme.
Write about how it be.
C-span gobbldegook of terror
committes sit as souls pour out of poverty
services unprovided while
building bombs.
Who cares about the conspiracy
of greed and machismo to
keep us in our place?
Race to the bottom line:
I'm a bank and your black and back off
I'm a mortgage company and your puerto rican
with credit stinkin
have we killed all the Indians yet?
Without the news the blues
is mindless sitcom cons
or
when the polls close the winner will be named
before the count
you is out.
Show me the beef
stay obese for spiritually
priestly pedophiles.
A perpetration of a preponderance of b.s.
reigns in the land of the
locked in
locked up
bondage of souls
dreamin' the great dream of a house
to be blown away in a storm,
or run over by a Free Way.
What's mine ... ?
Rage.
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