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I am a mist in the midst of my flesh
I love my living stone of insoluble rocks
My leather bag of skin and few strands you can pull.
I am a mystery. I am a King and a Slave
A paranoid prophet and a one eyed over seer.
I roam with ghosts at night and frolick with ladies during the day time I am a Man
At night I am a God.
All who see me can't deny me...
I am what I am.
I am scared for my Life and
Our Oath will keep both of us
Safe till I build orphanages,
old people's homes and
till our songs gets Grammies, B.E.Tz and
a special place on the internet!

I decree
All Poets, Musicians, Artists and Listeners are Prophets if not Prophetic!
Just like you
I am doing my best
Holding onto reality
by it's fragile strands
trying not to drown
in time's quicksands
I'm holding
These days I feel divine,
there is a big awakening
happening all around me.
Tonight I know I won't slip
I will sleep in the mourning
With time's finger prints
all over my skin
Beautiful scars, mother nature's tattoos....
Inspired by a simple conversation with my poetic brother from mother earth!
Birdsong at sunrise
Rising sweet on the clear air
A hymn of morning
Everything is Living

Aug 9, 2016

Everything is Living
What’s dying is simply Leaving.
It’s passing, it will never be as it never was.
What’s living is unseen.
it is hidden out of sight.
Where where you when
He made the skies?
If you want to **** a man,
spill the insides.
Mankind has never been kind
To the Environment
and even to his own kind.

I saw God accused for giving us free will,
For this has brought us all our woes.
I heard Satan accused for Wickedness.
But isn’t it us misusing knowledge?

In this life.
the more foolish you are,
the wiser you can be.
The hunger you have
propels you to get more.
Unlike greed
which chokes your faith
And selfishness
which blocks your reception.
These two
will crowd your perception
Leading you
to your internal plus eternal death.

What is it that we don’t have in this life?
Is it the infinity of dollars,
Or aeons of time?

Do you know you can have it all
and still save your precious soul?
Or make a foul
and have it all to lose it all.
Including the soul
you never was worthy of...

I’m forever poor,
I’ll inherit heaven and earth.

Fair and fairer He is,
The goats will inherit the flames.
They once burned
with zealous lust full of pride.
But now
in their tormenting anguish
they can’t commiserate.
Chained to the depth
ov the ocean ov fire.
Forgotten
like their heinous names
With none to mislead
but their deceived and cloned children.
proses for the immortal souls
It's funny
we are made
out of dust
and we have iron,
calcium
and other minerals
in our bodies.
We are made
out of dust
and we self destruct
back to dust.
The flesh and its lust
Won't last
But the spirit
And its lusts will last...
How does it feel
when I hold you close
As I empty my remorse,
your love my comatose

If I overdose you
will I die from cardiac arrest?
Would you rush the paramedics
To try resuscitate me

I loathe love,
it makes me feel like a parasitical pest
Yet it also brings out of me,
the worst and the best!

I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you
I'd rather be forlorn
than being alone
Loves makes me whimper
like a child
When it runs wild in my weird mind

You hate nothing about me yet
And I loathe that you love him
It's not your fault, he picked u up first
And made you a guest in his wide heart

In my heart you already reign
And you call the shots in my brain
I wait for you like a train
And like much needed rain

Come wash away my loneliness
Drown my fears
And dry my tears

If I wait for you to stop loving him
How long will it take?
If I pray for him to stop needing you
Will you hate me for that?
This is a series for Emma The Immaculate!
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