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In the Darkest Hour

Orchestrated plots from the birth of corruption
Meticulously cunning, blue print semantics
Shadows overriding sheer manipulation
Much more to its sleeves, sly gimmickry and antics

Overlapping smokescreen piling up to its feet
Diversionary tactics, garden variety
Principles dropped, conceded an utter defeat
Distraction thirsts for blood, hounds for the killing spree

When darkness overcomes the illumination
Claiming a population, an epidemic
By the hundreds on process of elimination
Resistance is futile to such obvious logic

Retaliatory, uprising insurgence
The masses’ response with strings attached
Casted under a spell, hypnotic indolence
A fearsome adversary, no other can match

Time’s in fast changing pace, turning the wheels of fate
Right up into the very heart of society
An impending apocalypse spearheading straight
The core that dictates man’s unending enmity

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Death Sentence

In a space-time continuum,
a random reality shift,
accelerating modicum,
without any discerning rift.

Awaiting illumination,
the world is on collateral,
discerning revelation,
of days counting in reversal.

When all the planets are in line,
preparation's a moving phase,
seals, symbols, an invoking sign,
annihilation upon gaze.

Holy judgment, heed forth your smite,
innocence crying a river,
despair hovering above flight,
no more tomorrow to savor.

4.22.15

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The Writings On the Walls

Sketches of coal, burning pitch black 
enigmas emanate from each mark; 
Foll’wing trails on, getting back on track, 
laid and torn ‘part, lone in the dark. 

Graffiti of different crime, 
something that you cannot define. 
Each occurrence does not, at all, rhyme 
like the foul curse which to you binds, 

another day, another night, 
all endless to a silent whisper 
and a muted scream taking a bite 
little by little, it's getting closer.

In the last hour, desperation, 
do you dare speak of the impossible, 
pouring out what’s based on emotion 
within the writings on the wall?

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A Dab of Spring

A shade of yellow, paint with blue
Blemishes the canvass, all in crude
Creativity in the lazy sky
Dulled in myriad etches drawn
Enthusiasm overwhelming
Fields of hope now ascending
God given blessings bestowed
Heaven's a bliss to behold
In the artist's loving hand
Jaded with clues after clues
Keen on its every detail
Life time's own redemption
Memoirs upon the final touch
Nature's guise to reach heights
Oils and pastels combined
Portrait hung with grace
Quite breezing one's mind
Racing deep to the bosom
Sunflowers waving its mother sun
Thistles whispering sweet goodbyes
Utopia on the majestic moon
Vivaciously unified
Wonders of an impressive grade, like
Xylophones synced in harmony
Yesterday's today an understatement
Zephyr stirred within every stroke.

2/25/2015

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The Many Faces of Perception

Mask of different kinds, textures and appearances
Some may be scary, some making an impression
As we are wearing each of them in instances
While facing people on our first introduction

Containing the dignified concealed persona
Along with a feigning camaraderie
Distinguished by an emanating aroma
A delectable touché derived quality

Ceaseless skirmishes in a realm of hide and seek
Where it is compulsory to screen your presence
For the unknown is a ghastly capricious freak
Running wild in the pursuit under false pretense

Locked in a fantasy-filled penitentiary
Where our only valid verity is faux pas
Everything’s on borrowed time and temporary
Placed out stationary like a diorama

Adhered in the many faces of perception
Are based on true events, foreboding narrative
Mendacity drawn details with smug attention
A conquest for survival in order to live.

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Nobody's Land

Lenient, odd reciprocity,
chains by chains, combustion of lies,
exposed vulnerability,
an abyss full of screaming cries.

A minute passed by, I commend,
a tenacious wheel in motion,
drifting across its star-crossed end,
trespasses without precaution.

Invocation in the making,
as acolytes conjured a spell,
a ferocious beast, summoning,
from the depths, the abysmal hell.

Without retributions, no doubts,
turbulence beneath the dark clouds,
lies under an encrypted code
so critical, node after node.

Brimstone with sulfur in the brink,
a massacre of massive gore,
hopelessness awaiting such link.
Thud! And then I opened that door

What's in this life, purely trivial,
full of betrayal and deception,
the clock's ticking sentimental,
down until Earth's final motion.

6.21.2015

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Stronghold To Equilibrium

Isolated corners all in sound symmetry
such perfection, a creation to contemplate
the science among science, absolute chemistry
nature at its impetus, ushers to initiate

In accordance with implied social dissonance
the law states balance within its inherent course
as bars of gold shimmering on such elegance
kept and hidden down below to the very source

The intermittence of a fraction can collapse a whole
like gulls predicting low clouds, squalls of driving rain
a calamity to the inexorable
the inevitable, Earth's worst tormenting bane

Containing equilibrium's an arduous task
a significant factor man must not neglect
free will's an obligation, with no questions asked
at someone's beck and call, a stronghold to protect

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Bella Horrida Bella

Overloading contradictions
Heads to heads, fated collisions
An exchange of blows never ending 
A grim nightmare in the making.

Casualties, bodies everywhere
a surreal view of morbid lust
In the eye, a killer crosshair 
aimed with precision, death's a must.

Reflections on what future holds 
with what hands are capable of
the harmony of war unfolds
deep down below in hell's abode

Hatred breeds hatred in a loop,
an infinity with a twist
our existence all in one scoop
laid in textbook manner, its gist

Ahead reality's marble
drawn out in a fated circle
A call to arms to fill that hole?
Or rather, pray a miracle.

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The Future's Edict

Gaining momentum of where violent winds blow
a pursuit of perpetual mishaps took its toll 
cawing with ferocious hunger as to a crow
on carcasses piling up, an answer on their call

This affliction embedded, stalking from behind
the creeps kept crawling with goose bumps entailing
like a ride of your life but stepped brakes on a grind
that climax ended, left no more but nothing

Superstitions are chimes rustling across a mile
like deafening echoes bouncing back and forth 
Esoteric rationale versed in a trial
widely embraced by folks of corners to north

Arrogant egos hiding in their own hard shell
of traditions, so remote within a closed door
up with towering walls, chants of an hexing spell
blessed by hot scorches, the accursed emperor

No plausible cure for this terminal illness
Ignorance's the prophylactic for the masses
like blood, it will circulate throughout our body
all to become puppets, a total debauchery.

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Lost In Humanity

Aggressive, befitting candor,
defies empathetic fervor.
Grave honesty is just,
kindness literally must not.
Omen partakes queer retribution,
savoring tantamount usurpation.
Vulgar words expound,
yields to zero