Arise, exhale, limber up and go
conquering the day, with a whistle as I stroll

The Horizon in view; taking it, nothing new
Learning from defeats, because I shall not, cannot retreat

Woe!
To my adversaries I am pretty scary, once momentum picks up I can bump down any barriers.

Avoiding corrupted energies

Because I am sweet like Ben and Jerries cause the day I come to slay, every of the mornings when I have awakened.

Praying only to Yahweh.

Staying forever blessed never forsaken.

Raking in the blessings, learning from my adolescence, basking in the Divines essence.

Omega keeps me safe because Amazing is always present.

Always present!

I Do Write Poems For Others At Times.
I Do Write Poems For My Self Some Times.
I Do Write Poems To Get Out My Mind.
I Do Write Poems To Find The Divine.
I Do Write Poems To Ease The Burden.
I Do Write Poems To Fish To Find What Is Unworldly.
I Do Write Poems To See Who That Is Flirting.
I Do Write Poems To Go Off The Head And Nerdy.
I Do Right Poems To Conquer.

Sing A Song To Make A Madman Come To His Senses.
No, We Need A Consensus

I Do Write Poems For Myself Sometimes
Wishing On A Wish, A Jin Screaming All Sort Of ****

I Do Write Poems.

Poems.

I Do Write.

Cannot be earned, but can be conquered, the tick mean you must start to rack all that dough make the profit as the tock come up next you have the dolla get the money get the money hold out on that Impolla

I'm about to make a few billion and conquer bout to make a few million and conquer.

Will I do it? Yes I will conquer.

Will I do it? Yes big Mike go bonkers.

Winds and weaves
make me anxious
falling to my knees
taking me to places I have not seen
turns and swirls
taking me down
down underground
where the road was burning brimstone
and in being ****** I felt a stone
hit my skull.

Lost in an insane asylum now i am riding into the abyss a tornado of darkness relapsed right before within hours it was broke smoking till I choke laughing at the burn my thoughts they steam they churn higher learning became erased and was wasted fully laced with shrooms in a vase growing beautifully in place then plucked like a rose but consumed like a banana all in down the hatch having to analyze the trip need a diorama, diagram, and some more RAM for this kid.

Memory

Take me to a place where I can live in the stars, jet black,  burning lights is the essence that just begins a true memory in the cemetery of the dead the souls as they laugh and play lust in all ways, but the way I sway my words turn them to zombies cannibalizing each other, the strongest is the alpha that runs out and destroys the others in doing that the abomination becomes fat, erodes in its brutish nature, truly exposed

Wasted

As I drink the fifth, the Jin talks within the gin, truly a spin on words, but not really, cause most men will wish pleasures for there ***** but me that is far to silly. Billy Jean was not his girl, but he sure did **** her. Being poor is not that real to the rich man who have most man working for them at the age of 10 but then again is that 1% an exception that can only be seen in an inception, during a recession, in repentance from a resentful soul oh be

Gentle

They scream as he came and conquered

They scream as he saw that we have gone bonkers

He came to conquer

Like champagne and lobster, Cuban cigar in that mouth and herb in that pipe, whispering in his ear is the Willow with an appetite and he might and he did and he will and he rid in to conquer again to conquer

End

For it is yours,
Open the doors,
Leave em open for more
People need guidance
Eyes need be open widely
I be
me
so
do
you
so grow as the day gets old
leap, no longer weep
seep into riches
clap hands in celebration
of intuition

I've been blessed!
He installed in me happiness.
Yes, God been good to me.
Through my hurt, my pain that many doesn't know.
Or ever will, but him.
God been good to me.

All the reasons why?
Only he deserves to know.
To him unlike us.
It's no surprise.

When others cuts me down.
God guides me to his higher power.
Yes, God been good to me!

Every second, minute and hour.
Every day of the week.
Every month of the year.
God, have been good to me.