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100% dope is controlled by me
1 trillion dollars is not alot
Thats 2 hours of work
Earths owner
But just as poor as you
Most down to earth
Not 1 call made
Born into Biblical prophecy
**** a charge
Dead or alive im #1 internationally
My bloods prayed to by illuminati
There is no complex without Z
I dont toy around
Not a dime to my name
Although we all know
The trail was paved
Set up complete
Praise the King
No cell can undo the fact
Its carved into stone
God is true
Ever afraid or alone
Remember im there to guide
There to protect you
I love you
Win win
We all win
Im the richest man alive
The richest man in history
You cant make this up
Face the facts
Sign the contract
100% Z
Further down our rabbit hole
descending to free fall,
the abyss beckons
and there is no wonderland
(only the nine circles).
In these days of now,
dark waters (midst the mob
demanding justice done)
defends blade and bullet bearers
(bloodletting upon their own)
from the dam stemming the tide
of red rivers staining the streets.
We continue,
We continue,
ignoring the yesteryears,
and advance to soul oblivion
beyond our world's end.

James E. Roethlein ©2021
Jim is the author of two books of poetry "Musing on the Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2" and "An Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing" both available on Amazon
Chris Sep 2020
My country tis of thee
Land changed hatred free
Violence for the judged
Silence for the observer
Evil never budges
It changed kindness to brambles
Left my flag in shambles
We could pick up the pieces..

This is an american begging his populace to put an end to this..

We exist as broken as the lives that were stolen..

Too many are dead
We pray in our rooms
No cure no med

Tears upon the pillows of our beds

You've no heart to know
So apart we grow

My country tis of thee..

We are dying in this melting ***..
Such horrid heat, lost in thoughts

My country tis of thee..
We grow as we fade

I am not the only me
You stole yourself now we cannot be free

I beg you
Wake up

Hatred shut up

America grow up

This is not what veterans fought for..

Shame on you
Love a blue hue

Task of a saint
Heart of blue paint

People have tried but hearts have turned faint..
artisticAR Sep 2020
I feel torn, down the middle like,
one half lives here in solitude,
the other is driving on the turnpike
heading home to those who
know me the best
as I indulge in their
while awaiting a little
welcomed rest.
I'm often taken back,
to the moment you were lost.
I can't help myself from asking,
could you have known the cost?

The pain was hard to handle,
it grew deep inside of you.
sweet relief knocked at your door,
but its promise was untrue.

Its visits started slowly,
then its power quickly grew.
blinded by its pleasure,
it warmed you through and through.

At first I made excuses,
for all the heartache that you caused.
your past  had not been perfect
and you struggled with its flaws.

I knew that I could fix you,
if I learned to do things right.
so I came to your rescue,
and attacked with all my might.

But the evil built up strength,
sometimes tearing me inside out.
the lies and disappointments,
helped to feed into my doubt.

The demon was persistent,
and haunted you at night.
breaking any self control,
by using all its might.

My heart shattered to pieces,
as I watched you  disappear.
the person looking back at me,
saw a future that he feared.

Then that bitter call came in,
on a gorgeous winter day.
the sun that shined so brightly,
quickly turned to grey.

There were so many questions,
we never got the facts.
emotions got the best of me,
my heart fought to relax.

The guilt was hard to handle,
as I faced it day to day.
blaming myself harshly,
because I hadn't known the way.

I struggled to find peace,
and prayed to God above,
begging for forgiveness,
and needing all his love.

The words spoke to me softly,
and the truth took root within.
the grievous battle, that was lost,
was never mine to win.
kailee Mar 2020
i still think of you often
whether im with people or by myself
i think about the way you touched me
the way your warm pink lips felt against my collarbone

then i thought about what actually happened

i dont think of you often
neither by myself or with people
i think about the way you hit me
the way your warm pink lips sputtered those words

i hope i never think of you

Dream Fisher Nov 2019
He's been down for a couple years
An understatement, he had downed a couple beers
He strolled into the usual place around two,
Saw a new face ******* pop as he sat down
Waving to the crew, sitting at his bar stool.
He liked to talk of the past when he was low,
Lend him an ear and he'd let you know.

A second drink, but each was ordered double,
In came the usual young couple,
He knew the young man pretty well,
A new girl a week as far as he could tell.
He played the first date lines many times,
Memorized compatible astrological signs.
The girl seemed nervous, heart in race
Should he tell her, her date's a snake?
It probably wasn't his place.
Another empty glass to waste.

This place was home to his homeless world,
The same men squabbling in quarrells,
The same broken parents trying to raise
A child in the life he'd come to know a maze
Lost men and women feeling down,
He took his drink to numb the sound.
As the stranger at the table stood to go,
He wondered if this was a face he'd come to know.
B D Caissie Aug 2019
Bewildered soul
Banished from play
Brought down by illness
Breaks free only in dreams
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