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National Stand

The Illuminati are a con,
It is how they have won,
From the formation of the nation that they sit upon 

While we are stuck taking our medication
And dealing with the manipulation, 
We are avoiding the confrontation
To stand up and show some dedication.
They’ve created a world full of discrimination
That only causes more and more separation,
But this generation will stand by its reputation
To lead our civilization through an innovation
And create a restoration, not from imagination
But from the motivation and a transformation
So that we may eliminate this radiation.
We all must make a declaration.
Let us make it our obligation
To no longer feel this isolation.
Enough with the fake and the misinterpretation.
It all begins with our education and our communication
To set forth a new foundation made from the right information,
And have the consideration to give an explanation
To those who continue their observation.
We cannot have any hesitation,
Because that is what has created this starvation and the humiliation.
This deceleration from a dictation.
An obliteration of an abomination.
The desperation for annihilation.
A devastation from the extermination.
The contemplation of a suicidal fascination.

Why must we go through an evaluation of association? 
Or an examination just for participation?

So this is my preparation to the administration.
My determination to the legislation.
To end this classification and begin a new implementation.
To allow the immigration of those stuck in a migration,
And give them the compensation for their triumphant demonstration,
Of their exploration and their adaptation,
And give others the rehabilitation and justification,
Instead of always leading with incarceration and a limitation.
We must rebuild our democratic federation
With a new team for the delegation,
Derived not from the propagation and defamation,
But from the navigation and confirmation of a proper nation.

Copyright © Jorge Oyola | Year Posted 2018



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Magnificent Maleficent

You magnificent maleficent,
It's a shame heaven did not let you in.
But I know that even though they have cut your wings,
Your beauty always did come from within.

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God, I Thank Thee

I’m hiding behind the pain,
Using his name in vain,
Breaking divine laws but,
They’re things I never believed in.
Waiting on the truth,
Waiting for the proof,
Papers written by man and,
We’re supposed to believe them?
It doesn’t make any sense,
This concept I cannot grasp,
If it is for the greater purpose,
Then why doesn’t it feel like it’s worth it?
I’m living like I am incomplete,
The furthest one can get from you.
Every day the devil steady creeps,
Hoping one day I don’t pray for you.
Damn he never sleeps,
Damn he only eats,
Devouring the essence of my soul,
Hoping one day with him I may go.
But never,
Never will he take me.
For my savior will always be here,
Watching and protecting me.

God, I thank thee.

Copyright © Jorge Oyola | Year Posted 2018

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Over It, Over You

The questioning line,
Is am I losing my mind?
I think I may have
Because it is somewhere I cannot find.
Underlying, its undefined.
It is criticized by all it hides.
See the answer is,
It has been gone for a very long time.

Even when I try to think it through,
Every route it leads to you.
I am over it,
I am over you,
And yet somehow,
 I still run back to you.

Heavy hearted
I hope I can heal
Like a sequel,
I will give it another year

Only knew how to inflict pain,
But now I have found my way.
Since then I have switched my lane.
Doused the pages now the last chapters up in flames.

I'm over it,
I'm over you,
I reach out for you.

My existence,
Nonexistent.
In your mind your focus is you.

So it is time I make a change,
It is time for me to do the same.

I am over it; I am over you.

Copyright © Jorge Oyola | Year Posted 2019

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Dream

Light in the night casts a shadow
 It is weird and misty against its shallow
 An emptiness of which is hollow
 and the sleepiness which the dark shall swallow.
 Sinful and colorful is thy dream
 We extort quiet spirits among its seam
 Be luminous, for the dark will surely redeem
 Your soul, no matter what the extreme.
 Thirsty we wake from this void,
 Because we are drained from that path deployed,
 The sun brings us this feeling of joy,
 The dark is gone,
 and we have won,
 Another chance to have been taken, we avoid.

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He

What is unveiled
in these scriptures detailed
is belief in a man who was once assailed,
beaten, then impaled.
Wearing a thorned crown
to a wooden cross he was nailed.
On that third day he rose
and to the heavens he had prevailed.

Moral of the story,

they will throw dirt on our mound,
they may try to bring us down
and drag us out of town.
we may get tossed around
and left with a frown.
But no matter the hardship,
know our souls will be retrieved
for this was His final plea,
and as long as we believe,
Forever we
will be
with He.

Copyright © Jorge Oyola | Year Posted 2018

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Thinking About You

I don’t know why
It seems that we try
To pull us back together
The further we glide
"No worries, let's ride"
But the deeper we went 
The harder the climb
I wanted to fall down inside
I was
Ready to die
Then I finally opened up my eyes
Because you only loved me just for a night
The thought about us
Only gave you a fright
I tried to open up
And express all of my feelings
But you stole my heart
Girl, that  was thieving
Your scared to let me in
Because you never had real love
And you feel that we would just come to an end
But see
Love shouldn’t be this potent
What I would give
To relive that moment
I’m always hoping
That you would just call me
But every plan we made would be cancelled and forgotten

I tried to reach for you but you never gave me a hand
It took for me to write you a book to see where we stand

Now I had to take it to the booth
To further explain the truth
Spilling it out of my mental
About how I loved you since our youth
Because letting you in 
Was the worst thing to do?
And now, no matter what I do,

I can’t stop thinking about you.

Copyright © Jorge Oyola | Year Posted 2018

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Be Free

Look up at the sky,
 Tell me what you see.
 Is there darkness upon the bay?
 Are there stars amongst its seas?
 For if you see the bay,
 As dark as it can be,
 The stars will then escape
 Until you can be free.
 Escape from life’s prison,
 For this isn’t your sentence.
 You only live once,
 Do not let it prevent us.
 It is how we interpret things,
 It causes the commotion,
 This toxicity of the mind,
 That creates this corrosion.
 I look up at the sky,
 And what do I see?
 Stars,
 not a pool, but the entire sea.
 Each twinkle is a whisper,
 That builds my self-esteem.
 It helps me keep my composure,
 For each star is a dream.
 They show me the way,
 For guidance is key,
 And as night turns to day,
 They teach me that I am free.
 So, my message to thee,
 Is engage in your dreams.
 The night skies are not,
 As dark as they seem.
 Engage and you will see,
 The stars in the sea.
 Even the nights will shine,
 And you can be free.

Copyright © Jorge Oyola | Year Posted 2018

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What Christmas Brings

The night before
We all adore
An eve of festivities.

Family trees
Gather by their families tree
To do some Christmas activities.

When night comes
And the world goes to sleep,
Santa rides out on his sleigh.

Be sure thank him with a treat,
Milk and cookies not too sweet,
You may be surprised the next day.

You will find 
That Santa was near
From the cookies and milk that are missing.

Check under the tree,
The presents they lay,
The children begin tearing.

Oh, the joy it brings
When the heavens sings,
Merry Christmas to all
And all that it brings.

Copyright © Jorge Oyola | Year Posted 2018


Book: Shattered Sighs