So I wonder who killed JFK
Was it a man named hunger play
Movie predator and the pray
Simple action and meditate

Total hopeful and kinda delayed
And every murderer repaided
Believe Carma Cola faded
The first place designated

Time is at hand the last days
World War 3 in Trinity ways
Isreal in the east State stays
Stay and drop bombs and Jay's

Jordan the Illuminati create
Jordan and Nile river  cream mate..11.11
Ethiopian Princess great Great
Great grandpa SEeD DNA

Additional rest to retaliate
While u lie and legislate
Regulate revolver reinteirigate
Now game over checkmate

From Pluto to Mercury
And the planets inbetween
Through in some moons
And we'll make the trip clean

Going control to starship one
Your journey has just begun
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Blastoff your off to the stars

Is it a journey to find life
Or is it a journey to find a place to hide
With the heat of the sun upon my feet
I try to keep my starship neat

Now to the outer skirts of the milkyway
I think I see life or could it be a knife
This journey is killing me what a fight
Is the end or did I find life

In a past life I was absurd
Ridiculous, crazy, enraged
With passion
Looked at as unstable
I was unable to communicate
My reality, my mind, my vitality
To myself, it, was still a mystery
Unsolved, yet of course diagnosed
Voices plus visions equals exclusion
Exclusion subtracts being able to interact
With anything actually worth seeing
Or being a part of
Four pale walls
A plank nailed to one side
A bucket to **** in
The only security left
Was within my own eyes
And I couldn't even get a ******* mirror

Every single day inside my own mind
Conversing with Neptune
And the Keepers of Time
Pleiadian lover
Moon dust from down under
I weep!
No one here hears my cry
I am destined for this room
For the rest of this entire life
Sacred words that were once spoken
Arose at the most absolute worst moment
Now a fool I look to be
No one sees what I see!

So I let myself go
Returned home and found peace
Settled my thoughts
Calm the storms of the sea that I see
My ship has been rebuilt
I am now setting sail
The wind is blowing in a new direction
There is no doubt I will prevail

In this life to be I might be considered
Absurd, ridiculous, crazy, and enraged
With passion
But this time more stable
Able to communicate
Reality, mind, vitality
It still may be some what of a mystery
Unsolved, yet no need for diagnosis
I was taught in better ways
I now know how to own this
I am the greatest me I have ever been
I am back with a vengeance
I am Carma's daughter
Preaching the power of reverence
Right now I am still learning
Yearning, and searching for new answers
Asking questions that hardly make sense
Because everyone else is still afraid of this power!
I want to know!
I want to see!
I allow the grace of these visions
To bless themselves up on me

In this life I might be considered
Absurd, ridiculous, crazy, and enraged

I just don't ******* care anymore

Cheers to my fellow poets
The truer voices battling the diseases
that plague society
Creating false personalities
They aim to create
An end to the system and the ones who started such
where hope and true love's movement ceases
The breath and life back into the victims
of the fear and the dread
That causes the jealous and greedy
To warrant punishment to cut of
Creativities' head.
The Kings of the "Secret order"
Sit proudly
Upon their thrones
It will not be long
Until these dominoes fall
So shall their "castle of cards"
Grave yards full
Of those they have chosen as "their fallen"
Returning "targeted Carma"
Eating their faked and "Plastic" altered flesh
To their barren and true soul's bones.

for beauty suffers, and suffers by an inversion of satiation: sooner then frankenstein's monster bending his neck before the leaning tower of pisa than a plastic surgeon lining the age of 80 with the body of 40? i think not: given that the former is fiction and prophetic of a.i. and robotics than the latter is further judged from reality that can't be denied.*

or how i extend my hand
into the depth of my window's
barricade of glass,
and gloss in many pimples
my hand being kissed by the rain
as if in iron of irony be a read fingerprint;
vide cor meum carma deum es deus carpe es diem;
the proximity of poetry's timing
always mismatched the other arts
to have their cavern copper bulges
and blank sheaved wool stretched
for a cannibal's assortment of ready contortions;
but that is what i read into you,
not what i actually read:
what i read was more geographical,
foreign and exuberant, more familial
and orientated in belonging if by damnation
belonging as a national socialist obedience...
what i read into you, may mercy judge...
was but a crucifix... and a flimsy greek's lie.

supposedly
the competition
of the world's best soccer teams

has become
        very deplorably
a plaything of global politics

bad carma

Please, mind my drive,
I'd rather realize a thought than the road.
Off-beaten paths
Even over every pothole
Wherever the steed would stake me
A limitless travel

Say, when will our cars also be boats ?