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Bang, I got you
Dang he just shot,
that power he bought me.
he moved free
that flower,
so fresh out tha shower.
our **** with tha deat
our beat down the sheet
your'e muscles our feet.
your song how you speak,
you know how to squeeze me and sure how to please me,.
day by day's it written by faze,
you couldn't play me ,
but make this a maze key.....
Solaces Sep 2019
The interior union footprints

After the war:  I.  Nothing is left.. I walk upon ashes and grays as far as my eye could see.  Even the rivers run gray and black.  My nose runs and runs. As I wipe it with my sleeve I leave behind blackness that has filled the atmosphere.  

I walk to nowhere:  II.   I wander toward nowhere. I drop all my weapons to the ground. I'm forever done fighting. I am now on an aimless hope of finding death.  Hopefully it will not be painful. I can feel my lungs heavy.  As I begin to cough up death itself. It should not be long now.

Blankets of shadow: III  The sun cannot push through the blankets of shadow that now fill the sky.  I miss the sunlight. I cannot remember what a sunny day looks like. All my memories are in gray and black. Even my happy ones.  

Black grass: IV  The grass is dead.  And what is left is stained black. No more sunlight for the grass.  Only chemical rains.  

Drinking the gray: V  I drink the gray river water.  Its all that is left.  I know that this water will start to color our oceans gray as well as my insides.

The world is dead: VI  I think the world is dead.  There are truly  no signs of anyone.  Nothing. Only the dead lying on the ground. Human and animal alike..  Nothing noghtin nighthghg  i  deat h found me.. CAN'T BREATHE......................................................

Gasp! Inhale! VII  I awake to the sound of me gasping for air.  I open my eyes and see light!  Light trails on the ground!

The light trails VIII  I stand up and see these light trails tracing the dead ground with life.  The trails are moving it seems.  Getting longer. In front of me is a being.  And where it stands leaves behind a foot print of light and turns the grass green.  It begins to walk and infect the dead lands with life.  Even the air is clearing up.  There are thousands of them it seems. Maybe even millions of them.  They look like stars on the ground. Could the stars have fallen and begin to walk around.  Or are these angels?

A second chance IX It took only a day to bring back all the color.  All of the ashes were gone. No signs of us ever doing anything wrong to eachother.  I saw my enemy rise from the dead in front of me.  Only this time instead of a fist I held out an open hand.

The interior union footprints X  Life restored anew.  This is more than a second chance. This is a new beginning.  But why? What believed in us so much that it would bring us all back.  Our world is restored.  No signs of any type of damage done to our beautiful planet.  The rivers were pure and the oceans were full of life.  I begin to simply ask myself.  IS THIS HEAVEN INSTEAD?


The interior union footprints

#interior #union #footprints
Tears drawing from the unseen in-between intervene
And something that is still growing just another wing
To pains happiness false advertising and material diving
Into the minds of weak people weak people looking at evil
Live is evil backwards think about it it's nothing but ****
In the deepest pits we see well grounded ****
Everything labelled counterfeit tik this and tok that
Look for the clown who has the gat where is he at?
He's on every corner every street loves to come when it's heat
Tension rising pass a birds eye only to make more stys why?
Have we forgotten what love is ? Or is it a new gig or a biz?
Kids having kids phones get more service that interacting
With each other social media has exploit one another
More fights are held with words than with fist I dismiss
The bs at once let give social toxicity a dunce cap relapse
Let the energy die down so we can see what's all around
Hickory dickory dock what's next on the vids of TikTok
Small video for a promo maybe make some deniro?
Or is it a cyber surveillance posing as a locator intelligence
Or it it a deat decoder waiting for another body in ambulance
Autotunes are ruining everything can't speak to humans any more
Nope not even only robots and automated ******  
More kids being driven by fear pain guilt & broken wills
Rather than being driven by energy grit guts and glory
Not your average story coronavirus is just the tip of the iceberg
Virtual reality replacing humanity maybe Judge Dredd was right
It's all hidden in plain sight the true is at its deepest roots
Wake up sleepers wake up we've got work to do let's end this blue
Ivan Brooks Sr  Feb 2018
Prayer
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
Deat Lord,
I know we say too much of the little some people are trying to do when we should be trying to do so much about the little we have done...help us!

Dear Lord
Though I too haven't done much about the some of the little things
I have to do, I know if I put in some work and go according to your
plan and your will, I too will begin to do little instead of talking much...help me!

May the intangibles becomes tangibles and may success become my new address accordingly. May manna pour down upon me and everyone else in times of little and may it pour exceedingly...help us!

Dear Lord
May my vile utterances to not have devasting consequences.
May my misguided friends and relatives become people of purpose and direction.May my entourages be well-meaning people...
help me!

Dear Lord
Help me to give those in need.Help me to forgive those who betrayed in my hustle and put my bread on their personal tables instead of mines.Help those who believe others to stop doing that right now...help us!

Dear Lord
My kids I present to you to be in thy care.May Ivan jr not only drive a new van but bless him abundantly that he'll be able to buy anything in this world.Bless Peter to be more like Ivan and bless Sarah too to be more like both of them.Help her dear Lord to be that lawyer she wishes to become..protect and bless them always and forever...help me!

Dear Lord,
As I lay my head to sleep, may the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight... moreover, may I set foot on the right path and continue until I find gold before I become too old...help me!

Dear Lord
As I wake up from my bed tomorrow, may the challenges of tomorrow that lay ahead become my testimony for your glorification.May the impossible become possible and may whatsoever man deem undoable become doable...help me!

©️IB-Poetry
2/27/2018
This is something because its the best thing I have ever written to The Lord.
S R Mats Dec 2023
Lov-v-v-ve, the word on the tongue
Vibrates as a bee does before it stings
"With love's light wings
did I o'er perch these walls."
Then, the fall.

Deat-th-th-th, an imagined voice of serpents
"Th-th-th", as it slithers upon the dust of earth.
O, precious love & life!  O, sting, life's dearth.
Did those lovers prove Love's worth?
When oft you straddle walls you fall.

Lif-f-f-fe, even the sound is ephemeral,
A mist.  Just as the object is itself.
Not unlike a mystery book on the shelf
There is death within all of us.
Though for some, early, the fall.

— The End —