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H A Vitatoe Sep 2020
I jumped
into the car
On that
clear
Summer day

When the
flashing sirens
Drove
pass
The other way

The country side
Gazed
Through my mind
The Sea green
How beautiful
Down
That country line

Even though
There was some light
on the way.
Which way to turn
on this bright
Solstice day?

Do we turn right?
Toward
The tree shine
Or
Do we turn left
To try
and find a sign

Now
down
that
Old  rocky road
Of earths
under
tone

There was nothing
I was told
But a wooded
house
That had
turned old

Guess
This will be
Our stop
Until
We see
Not one  cop

I went inside
To wait out
The weather
But then came
a bang
On my wooden
shelter
          
Even though
I thought
I had some
deft
I guess
I should of
never made
a left
When making choices
H A Vitatoe Sep 2020
Oh
New York
New York
How I
would of
loved you

Oh
New York
New York
You've turned
So blue

Oh
New York
New York
I may never
see you

Oh
New York
New York
What else
can we do

New York
New York
You've seen
Too much
Doom

New York
New York
Chaos has
filled your
Womb

New York
New York
your future
lies
in loom

Oh
New York
New York
Don't be
so gloom

New York
New York
I pray
that you
bloom

Dear
New York
New York
Those will
visit
Your tomb
H A Vitatoe Sep 2020
I can’t sleep
peaceful
in my bed.
Cause
there’s
demons
chanting.
Outside
for the dead.
_________

Get Out!
Get Out!
As they scream
for me.

To
Get Out!
Get Out!
& Join
in
the streets.

Get Out!
Get Out!
As I
come out
Too see.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Are those
screaming
at  me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
When
casting
stones
At me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
While
they scream
as
I eat.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Come & kneel
at our
feet.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Those people
sure
hate
on me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Death threats
too me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
As they scream
at  
police.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Slandering
you  
and me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Too claim
they
bring  peace.

Get Out!
Get Out!
From History
we'll read.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Chant
Anarchist'.
In
the streets.
2 in 1 poem
  Jul 2020 H A Vitatoe
SøułSurvivør
If millions of angels can dance
on the head of a pin
---
How many devils are impaled
on its tip??
H A Vitatoe Jul 2020
I held onto
the memories
that made me cry.
That made me enrage
That even
made me
hateful inside.
As I moved on.
To another memory.
I burned any good
that you made with me.
Up in flames.
Is where
the good ones went.
I forgot to hold on
to the ones that .
At one time.
I wish I had not
resent.
H A Vitatoe Jun 2020
Please spell Revolution & put into a sentence.
Revolution
R
E
V
O
L
U
T
I
O
N
Revolution
The Revolution ended the Democrat Party.
Revolution
The end of the Democrat Party
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