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Alienpoet May 10
In the nightmare
we lose ourselves
not wishing to look in each other’s eyes
left versus right
only millionaires and billionaires can afford to fight
male versus female
drop the hate to relate
life sold cheaply over internet wars
our nation
a nation of locked doors
and hate driven speaking drivel
I love you all but your minds locked into
Facebook culture wars
media ******
ratings soar
go viral be the virus
or inspire us
it’s your choice
war is afforded to the rich
if your poor dig your grave or ditch.
Jtlbl May 2020
Inked skin let the devil in.
A mistake you make.
Now God will your soul forsake
You say your body is a temple,
So why not decided to paint walls.
Fearing Gods judgement sin and hell,
Avoiding the sound and smell of tattoos and parlor, well.
Trying to saint,
Realisticly a sinner
Eat your heart out,
jesus didn't hang with winners
Kane killed Abel like a beginner
Matthew a sinner and debt collector
Jesus still showed loved and a disciple he become, blossoming  nectar.
Religion and ink
Mix well together I think
Jeremiah 1:5

God already knew.
In a place without time or space.
In this unknown, before conception
we spoke face to face.
Every sin and wrong doing like a movie
seen time and time.
He knew me,
Mistakes I made, achieved
My life was never up to lady luck or plain chance.
Tattoos are a sin unto Gods image?  
created in perfection
So disease, pain,addiction and affliction?
he knew me before I began.
he knew I'd sin and would stain my skin.
Knew addiction knew lI would suffer endless torment and pain with in.
knew my life and knew what he planned
Gave me life and gave free will
decide? wanting God at my side?
Sins of mine just Dont hide.
Within but upon my skin too they resides
Wailling to let God in, decides Collisions 3:23

My heart he knew it.
Gilled it with passion and art.
Directed me with my addiction
Allowing no doubt in
True conviction
Romans 12:16
As if he vocalised my vocation
Truly unmistaken.
People came, passion grew.
His name they now, knew.
Some people a blessings,
Some a lesson.
Some he took along the way.
I still think of them everyday
The good die young or so I've heard
Read page to page every word 
In search of answers left dismayed  found only testimonies of the price paid
Used to sinners to convey words
The disciples lead on this quest
Not a soul he took in jest
Romans 1:12- 1 Timothy 4:14*
Talent inking a sin confused, left a haze,
In the end of days
before devil returns seals are broken
Realizing revolution's
Gods promise of condemnation.
Tallied my sins, passion carried
That of my addiction and life i buried.
Not willing to risk salvation
My soul needs rest
at the end of this Damnation;
selling it's self, sloth glutten greed ****** immorality
It's reality "
Pull in, all the cool people are here, or still Coming through, chill pool side, got your Shades on for flames in your eyes?
The devil said
Decided blessings
Tired of curses feeling like rehearsals
God lessons learnt?
Disbelieving trails ahead?
time for me to find one true?
Thing I only ask you?
God smide with my plans laid?
You made, last eye to eye,
1 Peter 4.10
My tattoing born in you
If you knew the my sins,
You knew my art
A skill you grew, in Grace
Done unto you
I now wear a tattooed
Cross upon my face.
Defined in you these sins I do
Soul Salvation
#Quidink #Johnnyquid
#quidinktattoos #quidinktattoos #quidink
#Mrquid #quidpoems #tattoos #ink #inkgame
Ruheen Sep 2019
Ghoulish screams
Ghouls in dreams
Touching words
Touch that hurts
Shredded heart
Shredding part
You break
I break

Red oceans
Death omens
Darkened skies
Dark inside
Sharp blades
Short days
You don't
I don't

Dreaded lies
Dreadful eyes
Haunted smiles
Haunting cries
No place like
No one kind
You die
I might
One versus another.
Nolan Willett Apr 2019
Despair of a furtive root,
I try to keep the time at bay;
My ambition is rendered moot
And I begin to dread the day

And though I know it seems inane
My reality lives in dreams,
While my life is but a dream-I feign,
Since my life is faulty-it seems

Lost somewhere between hate and love,
apathy versus ambition
And the desire thereof,
Must I imitate affection?

Is love found? Or is it produced?
Is purpose found? Or is it set?
Is zeal found? Or is it induced?
Someone who knows I have not met.

I sought and searched for something new
But found and obtained something old,
I try and try to start anew
Instead I find I grow more cold

Our lives are fleeting and bitter,
I cannot seem to find content.
Through love and hate do I flitter
So I shall remain despondent...
I don’t know what to do
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

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Gabriel burnS Nov 2018
heart, a softened shard
thumping deeper than itself
I insert music in my ears
Picking things, living and inanimate,
snatching from all around me;
I put reality in my pocket,
kidnapping eyes
as I build my time-armor
to crunch the kilometers
so hard to swallow
feeding the cogs of routine
daily and hourly bits of myself
...crudely put in shape...
Andrew Rueter Oct 2017
There's a fight between us
In every imaginable way
You could call it a match
But that would be misleading
When we focus on our differences
Versus is what we find interest in

I turn on the news
To watch illegal aliens versus ****** predator
There's a wall between them
That has a money stem
And perceptions
Of bad intentions
Even our valuable verses versus
When critics can't agree what to purchase

Us versus them
When us is me
And them is you
Rich versus poor
Bush versus Gore
The churches versus each other
On points as minor as the cover
They attack a mirror
As hatred becomes clearer

We fight constant battles
Our brain constantly rattles
From the anxiety brought by our fellow man
But when our anxiety is part of their plan
To rule the timid
We hit our limit
For love we plead
To counteract greed
Because when it's us versus ourself
Look what that does to our health
Glenn Currier Jul 2018
The paint is flaking and falling off
splotched edges
stormy days
weathered years
creaking and leaking
cracking from heating
the physics of aging
and seasons of raging
the terrible toll
they are taking
makes you think this old house
needs replacing.

But listen to the voices
of laughter and loving
hear echoes of weeping
and promise keeping
poems that were spoken
being whole and broken
see the tears that were shed
the glories in bed
sighs and lies
some of them said
inside the house that was home
these many years.

Inside spirit reigns
with angels unchained
where heart and soul
on a journey bold
through seasons of pain
where demons were slain
new life was greeted
death was cheated
souls were enrolled
in miracle courses
treasures discovered
of higher forces.

This old house of seventy six years
holds joys along with fears.
The structure isn’t new
but inside
there is
Written on my 76thbirthday July 22nd
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