BLVNK - Hello Poetry

(Thoughts) While Riding High I just love sounds of trains at night pillowing my ear drums with screeching sounds of metal clashing against itself as it sores through its alleys., Focused on one main goal., getting to it’s destinations., Yes., I’m thinking too much, Perhaps I’ve been missed lead by my judgements., (Thoughts) While Riding High., So high that I can feel myself pulsating out of my chest., Can’t even search for anything simple., Heads racing., I’m fathomed by thoughts drifting in and out of comatose consciousness., Lol (laugh, or pretend laughter), no that’s too literal., I traveled more of a distance in my mind and saw something., A glimpse of something that could’ve been., These stories that wraps my head infinitely with thoughts so fast unable to interpret a simple comprehension of my own mind., I came out with something., You know the one thing man all “hopes for”., Hoping one day the evolution of man can rise and conquer a again., While I listen to the subtle tunes of nature blossoming into a Rose., A rose where no matter how pretty and beautiful it is, you’d still have to deal with the most slightest of flaws........., Yes the nature of us., Imperfection. We built things on earth to let it all rot on top of itself, isn’t that obscure., Let me get out of my own annoying thoughts., It’s like the mind is built like fireworks that blankets the skies of earth with energy., I picture myself owning something., And again stop overthinking., Owning what, they say?., It’s tragic how limited minds can influence millions of innocent lives using them as tokens., Telling them what to do or say., Instead of just breaking through and living the best lives they could it’s all about control., Smt I’ll stop getting worked up, Pt 2 is coming soon I hope everyone enjoyed reading. If you guys have feed back, give me some feed back, I’d love that through and through.

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Apr 28, 2019

Apr 28, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC

(Thoughts) While Riding High

(Thoughts) While Riding High I just love sounds of trains at night pillowing my ear drums with screeching sounds of metal clashing against itself as it sores through its alleys., Focused on one main goal., getting to it’s destinations., Yes., I’m thinking too much, Perhaps I’ve been missed lead by my judgements., (Thoughts) While Riding High., So high that I can feel myself pulsating out of my chest., Can’t even search for anything simple., Heads racing., I’m fathomed by thoughts drifting in and out of comatose consciousness., Lol (laugh, or pretend laughter), no that’s too literal., I traveled more of a distance in my mind and saw something., A glimpse of something that could’ve been., These stories that wraps my head infinitely with thoughts so fast unable to interpret a simple comprehension of my own mind., I came out with something., You know the one thing man all “hopes for”., Hoping one day the evolution of man can rise and conquer a again., While I listen to the subtle tunes of nature blossoming into a Rose., A rose where no matter how pretty and beautiful it is, you’d still have to deal with the most slightest of flaws........., Yes the nature of us., Imperfection. We built things on earth to let it all rot on top of itself, isn’t that obscure., Let me get out of my own annoying thoughts., It’s like the mind is built like fireworks that blankets the skies of earth with energy., I picture myself owning something., And again stop overthinking., Owning what, they say?., It’s tragic how limited minds can influence millions of innocent lives using them as tokens., Telling them what to do or say., Instead of just breaking through and living the best lives they could it’s all about control., Smt I’ll stop getting worked up, Pt 2 is coming soon I hope everyone enjoyed reading. If you guys have feed back, give me some feed back, I’d love that through and through.

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Many have fallen Fewer chosen You see realizing this life is just a fragment of my infinite imagination where theirs many worlds I’ve existed in such paradox’s. My theology shackled mind chronologically ordered by my nightmarish slaughter of a utopian society admired by the percentage of the world so rich and left unseen, being coated by molds of acid hemispheres of worlds we’ve jacked in seems to die slow by the third degree and it’s worsening. Astro sized coffins must be bought in this day in time to substitute grazed heated bullets piercing spines, thighs and eyes, minds ****** from auras chakra points paralyzed moments ahead when our flesh became ****** and scrutinized.

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Nov 11, 2018

Nov 11, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC

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Many have fallen Fewer chosen You see realizing this life is just a fragment of my infinite imagination where theirs many worlds I’ve existed in such paradox’s. My theology shackled mind chronologically ordered by my nightmarish slaughter of a utopian society admired by the percentage of the world so rich and left unseen, being coated by molds of acid hemispheres of worlds we’ve jacked in seems to die slow by the third degree and it’s worsening. Astro sized coffins must be bought in this day in time to substitute grazed heated bullets piercing spines, thighs and eyes, minds ****** from auras chakra points paralyzed moments ahead when our flesh became ****** and scrutinized.

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Shapeshifters lost in mazes in a world of equilibrium walking bare along borders of still waters. Their pale skin reflects amongst the flooded seas a breeze passed a 20 foot tree as they prance gracefully in my dreams.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC

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Shapeshifters lost in mazes in a world of equilibrium walking bare along borders of still waters. Their pale skin reflects amongst the flooded seas a breeze passed a 20 foot tree as they prance gracefully in my dreams.

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Theoretically speaking I'm constantly seeking for truth. Waving white flags and truces even when whites are hanging nooses, buildings of blockades an aid for destruction mentally constructed to keep our eyes blind a constant excuse for freedom. When sometimes I think freedoms a disease the way so many armed forces are forced over seas to siege a way with an extra arm to squeeze at enemies abroad for things unknown just to drop a nuke. So let these visions be televised and in the future wise men become the eyes sequences in history repeating repetitiveness will seize but until then we live out America's Dream

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC

America's Dream

Theoretically speaking I'm constantly seeking for truth. Waving white flags and truces even when whites are hanging nooses, buildings of blockades an aid for destruction mentally constructed to keep our eyes blind a constant excuse for freedom. When sometimes I think freedoms a disease the way so many armed forces are forced over seas to siege a way with an extra arm to squeeze at enemies abroad for things unknown just to drop a nuke. So let these visions be televised and in the future wise men become the eyes sequences in history repeating repetitiveness will seize but until then we live out America's Dream

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Hoping graves can raise for the rest can live again Everlasting in a caste we suffer for in reign Patience, living amongst the gravitational purpose Engaged to live as slaves today In the mind we hide in vanity. Demanding a type of gratitude but who's is it blame? In a world where wolves lie to pollute the just only to live sinister enough to trust that their worlds left in flames, Dust smoke induced vomiting tormented by the bliss of pain will be the road to take that won't fade.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC

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Hoping graves can raise for the rest can live again Everlasting in a caste we suffer for in reign Patience, living amongst the gravitational purpose Engaged to live as slaves today In the mind we hide in vanity. Demanding a type of gratitude but who's is it blame? In a world where wolves lie to pollute the just only to live sinister enough to trust that their worlds left in flames, Dust smoke induced vomiting tormented by the bliss of pain will be the road to take that won't fade.

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From every corner there's borders bringing the order with slaughter forcing these morders to keep white recorded in forces rejoicing subliminals spiritual 4 5ths the only scripture made to keep visions blind. A solstice the size of heaven infinite infidelity a cosmic orb I described as hell. in eyes are swelled indulged in gold sentences to provenience of differences so instant missions when that serpents hissed to keep a sin locked inside a vivid mind. So can we live in abundance problems we face we effect the story told chapters written closer to ends another master prevailed Bullied in packing weight For keys respusha size bundles we hope to rise in a state rates increased the coffin size.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC

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From every corner there's borders bringing the order with slaughter forcing these morders to keep white recorded in forces rejoicing subliminals spiritual 4 5ths the only scripture made to keep visions blind. A solstice the size of heaven infinite infidelity a cosmic orb I described as hell. in eyes are swelled indulged in gold sentences to provenience of differences so instant missions when that serpents hissed to keep a sin locked inside a vivid mind. So can we live in abundance problems we face we effect the story told chapters written closer to ends another master prevailed Bullied in packing weight For keys respusha size bundles we hope to rise in a state rates increased the coffin size.

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The wrath of love and fruits of my labor, haunted at the eve of day I sin again. My soul shall fret and scorn beyond the fall of man and risen son.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC

Prophecy

The wrath of love and fruits of my labor, haunted at the eve of day I sin again. My soul shall fret and scorn beyond the fall of man and risen son.

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Why should I become a marine? Inhalate everything within my path fulfilling a prophecy to be promised in Christianity? Or maybe I should bomb France to fill frustration because I can't get to Israel or Jerusalem. Shame on me, No shame on you I decide my religion is superior. Or is it because of my lust for petroleum, 72 ****** wives after my death I bet ***** is the reason suicides the best bet. But let's guess this bomb strapped along my chest will clear my mind of sin I feel these lies within am I inside the belly of the beast? Knowing that our nations can get crushed doesn't matter but of the things that I believe in my spirit. Should I forget the lives in Syria thats petrified about the way my disguise have me delirious. So much written inside this Quran I misinterpreted. I want out I don't care if it takes lethal forms of punishment. Praising to Allah is where I'll lie inside this nourishment. So here I'll abide going AWOL in all encouragement..

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Nov 18, 2015

Nov 18, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC

AWOL

Why should I become a marine? Inhalate everything within my path fulfilling a prophecy to be promised in Christianity? Or maybe I should bomb France to fill frustration because I can't get to Israel or Jerusalem. Shame on me, No shame on you I decide my religion is superior. Or is it because of my lust for petroleum, 72 ****** wives after my death I bet ***** is the reason suicides the best bet. But let's guess this bomb strapped along my chest will clear my mind of sin I feel these lies within am I inside the belly of the beast? Knowing that our nations can get crushed doesn't matter but of the things that I believe in my spirit. Should I forget the lives in Syria thats petrified about the way my disguise have me delirious. So much written inside this Quran I misinterpreted. I want out I don't care if it takes lethal forms of punishment. Praising to Allah is where I'll lie inside this nourishment. So here I'll abide going AWOL in all encouragement..

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Will our reign be our final tickets home Setting sail amongst shores freedom no control. These dreams I must condone make it into reality On another broken ship, where on earth are they taking me? Waking up to rows of human crocuses Chains on necks and ankles Thousands of orphans breeding, bleeding split choices of life or death nothing's left not even a righteous step I mustn't be weak though thorns may swing I shouldn't fret. Is this the cause of death Did I do something in my past To believe these horrific visions Of our race become of trash Black skinned rationed off of the pale pigment Treating us as animals dogs on a leash it's sickening Did I just see freedom oh yes a million miles away

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC

Shackled

Will our reign be our final tickets home Setting sail amongst shores freedom no control. These dreams I must condone make it into reality On another broken ship, where on earth are they taking me? Waking up to rows of human crocuses Chains on necks and ankles Thousands of orphans breeding, bleeding split choices of life or death nothing's left not even a righteous step I mustn't be weak though thorns may swing I shouldn't fret. Is this the cause of death Did I do something in my past To believe these horrific visions Of our race become of trash Black skinned rationed off of the pale pigment Treating us as animals dogs on a leash it's sickening Did I just see freedom oh yes a million miles away

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Maybe I crush a lot Maybe my love is hollow, Forced out and missed, Disregard the shells and tips. And so I've bleed smoke So means I've pulled this arm Only to be lead along alone A war I tried with charm. I reaped what I have sowed, In all that's set in stone, lifeless bodies shown ahead, A path left in bones. In life I am a prison My heart is just the cell what guards the flesh are bars And they're cold as well. Which pumps solitude Solidifies my pride life sentences leaving me dead nor alive. But yet I see a light At the end of this stream A ending to this nightmare I wake up in a dream. Where there's nothing more Than to relish in demise Become what's in reality And of the world in set of lies. So let me be vulnerable As my breathe loses stride Let this all be the end of this world I must abide.

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Apr 9, 2015

Apr 9, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC

Abide

Maybe I crush a lot Maybe my love is hollow, Forced out and missed, Disregard the shells and tips. And so I've bleed smoke So means I've pulled this arm Only to be lead along alone A war I tried with charm. I reaped what I have sowed, In all that's set in stone, lifeless bodies shown ahead, A path left in bones. In life I am a prison My heart is just the cell what guards the flesh are bars And they're cold as well. Which pumps solitude Solidifies my pride life sentences leaving me dead nor alive. But yet I see a light At the end of this stream A ending to this nightmare I wake up in a dream. Where there's nothing more Than to relish in demise Become what's in reality And of the world in set of lies. So let me be vulnerable As my breathe loses stride Let this all be the end of this world I must abide.

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