No paradigm of peace will ever dwell
Upon the land of evil and the outcasts
Who are not evil, but were born in hell
And this alienates them from the lucky ones
Who despise those unfortunates, believing
They’ve drawn the short straw they deserved for sins
Of their forefathers, which seems merely decieving
To the unfortunates, for they’re not welcomed in
The lands of lucky, and those habitants of hell
Don’t understand the laws of kinship from the Bible
And this exacerbates their fates so well
That makes them feel a bit upset about arrival
And so predictably they hate the lucky ones
And so the lucky hate those people in return
The only option left is to load up the guns
Expanding hell, for reason possibly unknown
The explanations become vaguer, there is no
Plain truth to tell, and every fool looks pensive
Although when killing is the only way to go
Both sides meet hell for being too defensive.
Clouds float in the vaguer shades of grey
Stroking air like silk shawls women wear
Mauve and lilac ,blue and white today
In summer,whispy white clouds wander by
Leaving no long shadows on the doors
Winter clouds sail in vague shades of grey
The sky is most exquisite when light plays
Making patterns on the wooden floors
Mauve and lilac ,blush, pink, burned chambray
Eternal as the sea in Dover Bay
Without that marvelled ocean and its roar
Winter clouds float vaguely in dark grey
The sky conveys no message but a prayer
That humans should retaliate no more
Mauve and lilac ,yellow as sun strayed
Who would act so well as Satan’s whores?
Who so harshly, inhumanely, swore?
The clouds float by in all the shades of grey
Mauve and lilac, sad as words may say
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You bench press with your lips;
And your mouth full of garbage;
Profanitys and vaguer obscenities;
And yet you look got pure white teeth;
And you smell good your cleaner than a baby's back;
But alas who are you stanger
A Minister
You're a good hearted soul;
And you give to the poor;
But those moines you've gotten stolen;
And yet you look got pure white teeth;
And you smell good your cleaner than a baby's back;
But alas who are you stanger
A Politician
Moral of story is
Don't get so excited
There's good and bad in everything
This is choice processes we sinners must chose
I' myself would rather stink and smell
Than look and smell good cheatin and lying, heady my way to hell;
what looks good, smells good may not be good
12/22/18
The morning’s enchantment
The sun is bright like shiny copper
The air smells of the ocean like lobster
Irritants are low with visions considered
Level are the tones of gray
Focused secludedly on the prospects of the day
In the swallow of dismay
Daisies blossom along the way
Concluded are the smothering of the sun’s rays
Giving birth to the fluorescence array
Life in the mist of day
Clouds cover the elements at play
Producing the waters that fill the bay
Streams, rivers, and ponds
The wind works the temperature con
Cooling the surface of complexities like tron
Open avenues, meadows and a fawn
Sleepy residents of dawn
The morning chill received by the silent calm
Of the beginning of night’s release
Upon the show of brilliance like hot grease
The moon follows the stars into retreat
Leaving the stage for the ball of fire to creep
Across the wide expansion
As the darkness dissipates from the mansion
Breathe the endless possibilities of enhancements
And feel the morning’s tranquil enchantment
By Jack Earl Williams jr
Memories
Searching for existence in time gone
Looking back at the explosion of attitudes
Expressions of truth vaguer and rude
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