my body hath befallen to the sacred of dust,
an all that of the lost of sentimental we must,
for the caretaker to this tomb as to endure of a prayer,
o have held them from the children through all body of despair,
my soul is the cost for hell that i raise,
to bring light to the darkness and shadow to the days,
it is only the throne to the unglorious ways
is this myth, but only a maze,
a supple but poisonous gaze,
a temptation that is the sickness of this life in which we praise.
Categories:
unglorious, dark, body,
Form: ABC
Crackling Breathing
Wheezing black lungs
Toxins are seething
Tar parked among
Stubbornly apparent
Selfishly coherent
Still boldly smoking away
Stunningly idiotic
Inhalingly hypnotic
Ground Breaking Discoveries
Show less lung recoveries
Generations of addiction
Some have permanent affliction
They need inhalers today
Grippingly enthralling
People continue falling
Drug dealers are victorious
Selling drugs unglorious
Getting away with lawlessness
Covering up their flawlessness
Some smokers will never change
Guiltily societies hide
Gropingly searching for pride
Science blindly leading the blind
Legally no guideline is kind
Cancer seems ignored today
Smoking lungs expel away
Destroying life’s hope… is strange~
Categories:
unglorious, angst, death, devotion, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Evolution of the mind ,
has become an unglorious past-time....
Animal's in human form
Forgetful of our Lord's legacy
and the trueness of our purposeful progression
So many , just too satisfied ,
with mediocrity and regression....
So many convinced in their own hypocrisy....
Instead of God's loving hand leading the way ,
the beastly hand of conflict continues to tread on this day.....
Categories:
unglorious, people, sad, social,
Form: Free verse