~read Vanesa rue~

so, so very proud, happy ecstatic,
to be your first follower, our provision
re notating the prevision exactitude of
when our dreams occur, reoccur and
provisionally come true,
which
why
we

makes us to never doubt,
why it is
we write:

for the purest satisfactions
of being a renewable, an inexcusable,
an alive, breathtaking wonder,
of being a
being poem

Have you heard about the great democratic power that’s ready to devour? Looming in every ocean and across every sea. Their military bases pepper the globe like a bad dermatologic disease.
Their basal ******* bow and pray, to the illusion of money made, made out of thin air, truth is, there ain’t no money there!
And their army’s are dwindling as a matter of fact, their societies have grown lazy, crazy and fat.. Not many warriors to fill the void. That’s why their war machine is just a ploy… A rue, an illusion through and through.

I absolutely love being lied to.
There's nothing more I can do.
Sometimes I feel like I always knew,
Yet a fool I am for believing you.
Nothing you say is true.
Now the day I met you too,
Is yet another day I rue.