no equality, no justice
just racism and sin
another man murdered?
pray for him!
we live in a world where its rare to be comfortable in your own skin.
everyday is a fight trying to discover who you really are within.
money rules everything, and for some of us it takes over
greed, drugs, lust, in control completely.
the only thing we ever see is *** and a glamorized version of reality.
our minds are consumed by the idea of a perfect world
yet the only thing all humans long for is love.
most of us never find it, or when we do we have no idea how to handle it
and the one person who genuinely loves us ends up leaving with no intention of returning.
we live our lives to work.
we follow this routine.
there are those of us who slave for little wages.
those of us who cannot afford a luxurious holiday or birthday.
those of us who can't provide for our children and loved ones,
and those of us who are ignored, and awaiting justice.
we struggle.
some of us never overcome our battles.
that's life,  
that's truth.

Isn't it astonishing,
   The amount of hate
That humans have for
        Each other?

If only that same effort
    Was used to threaten
The crooked hand holding
          Us captive.

Fools blather about the glory of the fight
And don’t hear the mothers crying at night.
The wives of those marauders on the roam
Cry because their husbands can’t come home.
The children of these battle-addicted men
Go away, eyes ashine, never to return again.
And still the moneyed few, urge on toward
Yet those godlings never pick up a sword.

Mandates from government palaces abound
But not as many as the dead on the ground.
People are expendable to the military,
There are no pensions in the cemetery.
It’s all about honor they tell the press.
Leaving someone else to clean the mess.

Fight for liberty and freedom, they say.
They really mean die for them every day.
It’s all about profit and always was.
It’s that and no more noble cause
When a nation not being attacked
Falsely claims they’re striking back.
Then goes on to leave thousands dead
So they can wear a crown upon their head.

If you see no words of shame in this
Then you have found what is amiss.
These people are not motivated by grace.
They have the look of evil upon their face.
They already own most of what is here
But they keep a running tally all year.
As too much is not enough they crave,
Even if that puts us all in our grave.

Up goes the sun,
you know what that means?
In comes the noise
and out leaves the peace.
Day leaves the side of me
that is sweet.
Armor to shield the snakes coming for me.
Indigo movement for eternity.
Government failing us for we need to speak.
Dragging us down into the crypts of beneath.
A new world of unity our purpose to lead.
Believe in yourself for a real
life that will change the world until
your mark is made and fulfilled.

Wish they'd understand.
Could I live with myself if they don't?
Or go harder and write this message louder.
Fools chasin' these streets and white powder.
This city ain't a place I can show
the art that created my soul.
But it's the only way they'll know.

Oh, what will you give us?
say the sad bells of U.S.

Indeed! You are smitten!
Say the bells of Great Brittan

It is such a pity!
Weep the weak bells of Italy

You did sing, you did dance,
say the smug bells of France

Now, where is your harmony?
Say the cold bells of Germany

It's a terrible plan!
Say the bells of Japan

Oh, don't be a whiner,
Say the red bells of China

Yes, your demise we ushered,
Say the hard bells of Russia

We will use violence
say the black bells of ISIS.

There can be no more borders
Said the New World Order

I will steal your last breath
Said the grey bells of death

We will treat you well
lied the hot bells of hell...


And, what will you give us?
Say the sad bells of U.S.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/31/2015
All rights protected

Wouldn’t it be perfect
If "we" all became one?
No "I" or "You" or “They”
Just one giant indomitable I
Tall and selfless like the palm tree
Wouldn’t it be liberating if I would
Unify the rift between truth and lie?
If I would cross the fence and pull the plug
On the conflict between good and the need for doing good?
If I would break the horrifying silence of the hibiscus
Stimulating the unsated thirst of the butterfly
If I would make every cloudy face break open like the morning sun
If I would be as liberal as the sun,as cleansing as the rain
If I would be as receptive and meek as the moon
We would be one indomitable “I

i.

The governmental beast's
Plotteth right before thine sight;
As many art blinded
By the lies put in the night.

ii.

Making many believeth
Through their media puppet's;
Whilst big elite pulleth thy string's
Secret society member's push it.

iii.

Illuminati, Bilderberg's,
Skull and bones, some unknown;
Now spotlighted, being known
Martial law, to break thy home's.

iv.

All for greed, their new world order,
United Nations vehicles parked
In California; train's with guillotine's
Thirty-thousand that is,
Whilst the young protest
Ignorant bullsh....
Freedom's being taken
Before thy eye's,
It started by the taking
Of the natives land;
European suicide.
Blood shalt be spilt
In the land of the high
Because of the filth
Of rich men's ties;

v.

Rockefeller called it
Whilst Rothschild named it;
Henry Kissinger indugled it
Bush. Sr didst inflame it.
Training going on
Worldwide for this,
A complete takeover
An r.f.i.d chip.
A tracking device
For the forehead and hand;
Revelation thirteen dear poet, poetess, and man.
Revelation stated; (And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.) Didst thou readeth that? Didst not get enough fill? Also goeth this. Revelation,
16And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: 17And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. 18Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
Readeth this again, no man may buyeth nor sell without the mark of this devil tempted man;
Already into act into Mr. Obama's healthcare law,
Bilderberg's saidst by the year two-thousand and seventeen they want their chip Into all,
Signs art showing, were coming to a close,
Awaketh to Christ's truth and his love Utmost.
Christ spoke: I am the way, truth and the life, no man
Cometh to the father but by ( me) Jesus that is the Lord and the king,whilst other's art found in tomb's- Christ hath holes in his hand's and his feet, millions of near death experiences- with only jesus didst they meet. Awaketh mine poet's, get out of slumber, An Antichrist is upon us, the demon's knoweth their day's art numbered. Taketh a look around: demonic influence. Satan's got a short time to killeth, And surely he wilt do it. A prominent Jewish Rabbi is telling his people in Israel he believed their Messiah is here, so art the Muslim leader's, what's wrong? Not clear? Them telling other's they believeth their Messiah soon shalt appear, just means the antichrist wilt show, and a Tribulation's near. Awaketh from slumber I telleth once again, these book's of Christ weren't a play or a myth for pretend. The heaven's art moaning, the earth tis in travail, prophecies hath come true as more art daily neath the veil. Many by the million's art having dream's of his return, please no comment needed if it's for making fun of or scorn, tis I want none to mourn but to open their sight's to truth. Be aware, payeth attention to that thing we calleth the news. Find Christ, if thou hath not, if so cometh back to him, I sayeth this as a warning. Poetess, poet's, beautiful friends...... For God is a loving God, waiting for thee and me to return, a new age of the slave, is waiting for it's turn.......




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Bullets have no feelings
No use in kneeling
Nobody cares that matters.
They never count
The bones that shatter,
The blood that splatters
The lives they ruin.
They don’t know what they’re doing.
They’re thinking with their wallets.
Lining their overstuffed pockets,
They reward their own efforts
Then get together and do the same
For others with too much fame
And too little conscience;
No pity to share,
They don’t care.
We are not there
To them.

Their anthem
Is gouge, overcharge
Fill up a barge with gold.
This graft never grows old
When you are on the receiving end.
Millions to donate? You are a friend.
No riches to date? You are forgotten,
A loser, a user, misbegotten
And no concern of those
With a spoon in their nose
And riches to spend
On a war that never ends
And makes them more and more.
And secret bank accounts don’t score
With the IRS or with the detectives;
As long as our county is defective
They will continue to win.
Again and again.

If you object to this
You need to at least kiss
The ***** of some politicians
Who won’t see their petitions
Ignored, as always before
When someone denounced
The smallest ounce
Of corruption and payoffs
Paid to overpaid jerkoffs
Who are turning our leadership
Into a high-priced sinking ship
Of fools and criminals
Claiming to be intellectuals
When really they are crooks
Cooking the books.
Again and again.
And we never win.

112715 #3:15PM

Tila swelduhan na ng tulisan
Pagkat may hithitan na naman
Para sa kaban ng Bayan.

May oposisyong yama'y satsat
Pribadong sektor ba'y gayundin
At may lamat?

Tila bala ng hasaan
Raketa ng ila'y pudpod na
Sa platapormang hilaw.

Sino nga ba ang kakaatigan?
Sa pula, sa puti nga ba ang asahan?
Nakaririndi ang melodiya ng pulitika
Bagamat may leksyong ipanauubaya
Sino ang patas na Tagapaghusga?
Siya sanang mag-arok sa puso ng kokorona.

Magsusulputan ba ang paninda ni Juan?
Dawit ang aprub at tiwalang busal.
Marahil may iilang kaniig sa sambit,
At ang batas ay sisirit na may pagtitilamsik
Sa huli'y magdududa't iinam na ang pag-iisip.

Panaghoy nila'y saradong pang-uuyam,
Harap-harapang banggaan at mala-pilahaan.
Animo't bihasa na nga ang madla
Pagkat *tinatalunton ang ikot ng roleta.

A million miles over
Cities toppled over like broken glass,
Raging waters with pointed teeth,
Familiar hands lost to the journey,
And hardships nobody on this
Seemingly godforsaken planet
Deserves to endure,
And at the very end of the very last mile,
What right do you have to say,
"You are not welcome here"?
Have you seen the fire that burns
In the orphaned children?
Have you seen the blood of your loved ones
Spilled across your feet?
Have you faced death in the eyes and
Felt his presence in your shadows?
Or have you instead,
Thought the valiantly wandering refugees as
A threat to your quiet life?
I ******* dare you
To look their people in the eyes and tell them
They could be suspected of being terrorists.
I suspect them of being nothing but humans,
Because assuming the worst from not one, but
An entire population--
What kind of logic is that? And
What kind of heart do you have that cannot see
People in need? People that need a place,
If even temporarily, to call home?
Rather,
What kind of heart is it that you lack,
That cannot find the good in people to
Cherish as if you knew their name? And
What kind of heart is it that you lack,
That cannot open your own eyes to the dystopia that is our world
And try to help at least
One
Wandering soul