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Issac Guzman Poem
As i'm up on the cliffs,
i get a sight of the town.
A calm day,
not even a sound
I sit there & ponder the profound
Because my mind resounds
Like bloodhounds who
Discover murderous true-found's
Who put 2 rounds
Into blue clowns
Who were too down & always frowned
Because the weight of their success
Weighed half the amount of a pound
&, their progress climbed a hopeless mound
Off the focused ground
Of the All-Seeing Eye...
Of tall beings who fly
& came from the sky
I soon discovered why
This knowledge hasn't passed me by
For, i am taught that in life you must always try
Who gives a damn if you are soon to die?
The ones you think care,
Are the one's who will truly lie
In order to solidify
Their place in this cold-hearted
World of the spy & the fried
Who live petrified by the evil inside
Us all that will create the fall
Of ourselves & all the power melds
Into the Industrial Revolution of our
Illustrious Evolution
Seeking disastrous resolutions
& claiming that regressed illusions are the Essence
Of the Almighty's presence
Yet, humanity keeps getting picked off
Like bullets towards a pheasant
Our wings are gone &
Now, one cannot take to the skies
For our collective ignorance extends too long
& the masses believe these repressive lies
Strung together with unbinding ties
& hopeless vies for assistance
to the very ones oppressing us
Seems like a mindless policing
Of the people instead of
Joining the resistance
& defeating the blind mess
Of the ones leasing the steeple
To the creeps full of it
As they pardon us all
Yet, go behind our backs to get lit
Making them unholy hypocrites
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Complacency of the agencies
Who aimlessly remain racist
Tying up the little one's by the wrist
Why must the holy become rapists?
Is this what life should consist
Of?
As they pray up above
Yet, persist on never showing love?
So they stuff their faces
With a thousand disgraces
& sins, yet, the cheater never wins
Death is not the end, but where it all begins
Our future is the re-incarnation
Of our thoughts
The masses induce their own
Mental blood clots
Oh, i almost forgot
You're being watched by the robots
That will never rot
So, remember who fought
The ones under your nose like pans & pots
Under your feet like kitchen tiles
As they prowl like the Nile crocodiles
Yet, they're just vile pedophiles
Who can longer reconcile
All while
The bodies exponentially
Pile
Everyone eventually becomes senile
After 3 miles
Of endless aisles
In the petri dish & vials
Of our planet
That's composed of granite
Built by masons who
Banish the masses
Until they vanish the classes
With the whip that lashes
& never relaxes
Ashes to ashes...
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Issac Guzman Poem
Creationist scientists who dig
with astro-paleontologists
As they seek the bones
Of australepithecus
Foretold in the Book of Leviticus
& the Dead Sea Scrolls
Sounded by the deadly tolls
From the bells
Harbored in the Vatican,
Those who mistake the accidents
For the sake of unholy laxatives
To be forced in controlling the pacifists
10% of your income,
& then some
The cross holds one
For ransom
It doesn't matter if your
Beautiful or handsome
Since, the endless chasms
Flood like restless cytoplasm
Induced by the
Phantom's iconoclasm
As the masses reduce
To being merely a bantam
Docile & trite,
This isn't right
What's done in the dark,
Must be brought to the light
Stand up, & fight
For the right,
Rise with all our might
& working through the nights
New World Order plights
Will never bring a fright
Fear no evil,
See no evil,
Speak no evil
They're all just weasels
Being painted on the easel
With the colors of greed & lust
Nobody to trust
But, yourself
As one must
In order to be just
With one & all
& all in one
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Eyes in the skies
Up so high, A.I. is deaf to hopeless cries
That will forever solidify
The souls who never question why
We slave on just to get by
Restless yawns & sighs
Of the pawns who are first to die
Excuse my negativity
But, we have reached an Age of Futility
All i wish for, is eternal tranquility
As we all discover our hidden abilities
That were suppressed like Nicola Tesla's
inventions
& not to mention
J.P. Morgan's free-energy intervention
Energy bills should not exist
Yet, corporations persist
Until one attempts to resist
& then they're laid to rest..
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Live the life of a decaying organism,
& you are bound to become senile.
Build-up of the spiritual embolism
Causes one to face the green mile.
Sooner than later,
Accelerated inevitability.
As you lose the ability to live
& the stability to forgive...
Stare at the darkness & pray for stars,
Glare with sharpness & delay the scars.
Are you happy now?
Are you beautiful now?
Are you successful now?!
Are you wealthy now?!
A cage made of gold is still a cage.
Trapped until you're old, peaceful rage.
What is this promised land you promise us?
Underneath the Grand Obelisk & unjust.
Are you powerful now?
Are you respected now?!
I say you are feared...
To hell with that!
Forever will i be endeared.
My honesty is adamantly exact.
The choices you wish to retract
Succumb to the consequences you attract.
We all must one day hang up the hat
Without a pat on our back...
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Kick rocks with socks
Only to rip through your epidermal layers
Say your prayers before you're laid to rest
Like the nay-sayers disguised as
Mayors & representatives
Mainstream media sedatives turning your relatives
Into brain-dead gelatin
With an empty skeleton
At the gates of sleep,
Demanding to let us in
Our souls are reaped
As the strings are manipulated by
The elongated
Lives of the Elohim
Striking down like the beam
From a ray gun
Reflecting away from the sun
To delay the sun from the doomsday pun
Intended to run for office
With a strangled orifice
Greedy lungs don't breathe in bliss
Because their needy daughters & sons
Suck them dry of any wealth applied
To the one-percent that defied us all
& lied to protect their hide
In order to decide whether to preside
In luxurious homes or dwell in the catacombs
Of hell
Up to their necks in the wishing well only wishing
they were well & rested
Yet, they remain hollow-chested
& detested as the rest of us protested
Like the oppressed did, as we're molested...
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Life's an adventure
When one's mind
Always ventures
Until they find
The bliss that
We all seem to miss
Yet, it has never
Always been like this
In the days of Lemuria
& Atlantis
When the magus
Resembled a mantis
Greek for prophet,
Or seer
Don't believe
The end is near
Always listen to
What your heart feels
& never what you hear
Since, that'll only induce fear
It's raining angel tears
From the clouds who
Rumble quite loud
Lightning shoots up
Into the darkness
Of the floating abyss
Yet, the sun remains
Above it all,
So, learn to fall;
Yearn to arise
So high,
You reach past the sky
As time passes by
& surpasses my need for glasses
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What if the world we harbored in didn't exist?
Can there be any such thing as an evil pacifist?
Or religious terrorist?
The good intention behind Schindler's list?
Are we really free?
Does the blind one really see?
Ruled by the one-eyed king?
The lullabies of Death will forever sing
To those distracted by all the "bling"
The Halls of Mirrors never cease to ring
Infected minds, poisoned by the sting
Caused by the pain of the snake bite
Of the Unholy Rite
Humans are rendered docile & trite
Think about that before you bite
The burger that clogs your arteries
With the grim origins of slaughter houses
That resemble psychopathic armories
& then trace it back farther, to the dairies
The dreams of the masses will never truly manifest
Unless, we stand united against the unruly ways of Corporatocracy
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Mountains as far as the eye can see.
Can this really be?
Sharp hills roll violently,
As the wind mills turn silently.
Time flows idly,
How many miles until we're free?
This will not go easy,
Yet, we'll acheive
The feasibly serious
Task of not becoming delirious.
Don't act imperious,
I have no patience
For those who nurture
Nefarious relations.
Grievous intentions,
Ordered to specious henchmen.
By the facetious X-men
Who agreed to this
Lesson
Hold on tight
To your Smith & Wesson.
Pain is a blessing
That pours out, like caesar
Salad dressing.
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So much to live for
Hearts touched
And explored
Life is but a double-edged sword
Can we all reach an accord
Any time soon
Since we can't afford
To meet our impending doom
Why do we assume
The roles that consume
Our lives are presumed
Innocent? Yet never
Proven guilty
It's for the better
To polish what is filthy
Wishful thinking
Blissful preaching
Falls upon deaf ears
Sick to the tears
With all of these fears
Eating us alive
So, we no longer thrive
The will to strive
Continues to drive
Truly feel alive
And you will finally arrive
To your final resting place
Death comes with grace
And we must all face
The devil's trace
In the end,
It all feels the same.
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