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Dr Strange Jul 2016
I don't have the answers
If I did I wouldn't be in this situation
Sitting here with a blank sheet of paper before me
Looking at the moon wishing it could speak
So bad I wanted to impress you
But at this point I'd be impress if you even noticed
I mean look at you
You're like goddess
One who was put here just to make everyone jealous
You're so perfect
That smile
Them eyes
Even the way you sneeze has a certain cuteness to it
I know this is sounding kind of corny
So I guess it's a good that this is just me thinking to myself
Though for the records my thoughts speak the truth
You're just beautiful in everything you do
  Jul 2016 Dr Strange
SøułSurvivør
the old maid
wore her
widow's weeds
charcoal parchment
met her needs

because her children
are unborn
she holds herself
to other's
scorn

a heady mix
of rhyme and rue
the measure
she is held unto

other's ink
has held her rapt
believes her own pen
should be capped

but
poet
prophetess
or
fool
puddles
are as

profound pools


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2015
Sometimes I look at the profoundity of other people's work and feel really inadequate.

I just can't write that way. But I do my best to educate and entertain... express my feelings. I've decided not to look at other people's work and measure myself against it. I don't want to be insecure that way. But this poem reflects how I feel sometimes. :/
Dr Strange Jul 2016
So this is happening
This is really happening

We call them soldiers
Killing machine that fight for peace
As everything around them is blown to smithereens
They die for a good cause we like to say
Not truly acknowledging that sacrifice they just made
Their dead...
The blood that trickles down stream clearly indicates that
That's something we have become too acquainted with actually
Never truly had a problem with leaving our own behind
Even though in the beginning we preach just the opposite
****, we're sick
Infected with this disease to send one another out to die alone
As we watch them cry begging go home
But there is no home, not for us
If we don't win there will only be misery
Blood rivers that come together to form masses big enough to drown in
But it's the same story even if we do win
Nothing but death

**to be continued
Just a story that has been ignored as many times as it been told
Dr Strange Jul 2016
Shots fired
Another black kid lays dead upon the ground
Tragic, so tragic indeed
Move along nothing to see here
It is just another black boy soaking in his own blood
Nothing major
Wait what...!

Sigh

we really are nothing aren't we
A waste of air and space apparently
Oh lawdy now the black community is mad
Let's start riots and destroy our own stuff
Yeah that'll surely get the white man's attention

Sigh

**** we really are stupid aren't we
No wonder they are killing us off
What sense does that make
One of our own gets shot by the opposite race,
Which somehow causes us to gain this desire to open the gates of hell
The logic is too real
This what white man get for letting us out of our cages
Yeah that was said
Sometimes I believe we should just go back to our slave days
At least back then we were somewhat domesticated
Because now we're just acting like frightened animals
Oh, that boy was shot and killed by that white man
Let's burn everything to the ground
*****...
The black revolution has begun once again
Only this time it is just stupid
If you're going to do something that could possibly change the world
The least you can do is do it right
Stop the violence
Both black and white
Check out the rest of my black lives matter poems at

#blacksaga
  Jul 2016 Dr Strange
Evna-Luna
She is
            A''''
        Shadow
She stalks and haunts you by the DARK
She conjures your mind
          Into a sea of EVIL
and follows you swiftly
            Into
         Your END,
But just then
            She leaves you bare

SHE IS
         A''''''''
                WITCH
She
          Casts
        A spell
      On your heart
And mesmerizes
           You
                        With her EYES
AND
       WITH THE BOUNCE
            OF
HER
           *******......
She locks you into a SEA
               OF ILLUSION
AND
           You are forever
                        History.

SHE'S
         A''''''''''
              THIEF
She says
        She's not after your
            Money
   Yet
She wants your soul,
She wants your heart
AND
     WANTS
         YOUR
        .    LIFE.

SHE
      IS
         A
   ............QUEEN.
               She travels
     .    Through
   .. ........      The
               Tributaries
                   Into the DEEP BLUE SEA
      AND
            WEARS
                 HER CROWN,
        SHE SEARCHES
              FOR SOULS
           SEARCHES
                 FOR
                   HEARTS
AND
        THEN
     ...   SHE
              LURES
                  AND DECIEVES
  
SHE
       IS
          .A
               SHADOW
  

RUN
        RUN
             RUN
                FROM
                     HER.
The deepest thoughts on paper............
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