#expose
Saturn = Satan = Death Cult
Michael Jordans number was 23.
(2x3=6)
Saturn is the 6th planet from the sun.
Michael Jordan played for the Chicago Bulls. C(3)× B(2) = 6
Saturn's planetary symbol is a bull.
Michael Jordans nickname was "Air Jordan".
Saturn is the god of air (A.K.A. The prince of air)
Michael Jordan also has "6" championships.
Michael Jordan played 15 season (1+5=6)
Do you see the world around you?
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 6:17 AM UTC
All my cuts and scrapes
Have been exposed
Ouch,
So much this burns
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 11:20 PM UTC
Frantically looking around,
I start to realize
I am alone
I am with me
And only me
No one else around
To cover my eyes from the destruction
Of myself
Of what I make of life
Of what I continue to question
Overthinking is a burden for me
From time to time,
I treat overthinking as a reward system
Slowly giving parts of myself
To something that does not co-exist.
I mean,
What is time?
Why is it always ticking?
Why are we trapped in ourselves?
Is there a way out of this madness of something called a world?
Filled with pitiful human beings
We call ourselves
By names
Constantly labeling ourselves and others
I guess that’s what school has taught us
And that’s all of what early life is
Anyways,
I guess what I am saying is that seas can drown us out
Our mind can play tricks on our physical bodies
Making us feel things that aren’t real
Making us feel things for people who were never real
Or never close to what we’ve made them out to be.
Life is a rope
We’ve got to keep tugging at it
It is the only way we can see
If there is truly a way out
Or if what lies ahead
Is nothing short of millions of miles of distance
From a shore that is close to nothing
Is made up of
A black hole
Or maybe an abyss
A yearning
To see what’s at shore
We must continue searching
And never stopping, for anyone
For anything
What lays ahead.
What lays ahead?
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
She likes to take **** walks
through the old neighborhood
to give them a lesson in gravity,
as much as a thrill.
She prefers to run the table
than walk the line,
her naked truth, she believes,
is worth the crime.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 7:52 PM UTC
I’m the only one with dirt on my hands,
I’ve been crossing my fingers and snapping rubber bands.
And the fragments and pieces build into a story,
I transformed it to a thesis; the quality’s too low for me,
and I never set my expectations too high,
as should I, a lack of truth and abundance of lie.
My oh my and by the by.
There’s cracks in my ceiling and head,
there’s splinters in my skin and my bed,
there’s poison in the words I was fed.
I’m the only one missing pressure on my shoulders,
replaced the gentle weight with two heavy boulders.
I was wishing on satellites thinking they were stars,
breaking free from embraces thinking they were bars,
admiring fireflies not realizing they were cars
but I’m painfully aware of my own
scars.
I’m holding open seminars
to these memoirs of ours.
There’s cracks in my ceiling and shell,
there’s craters in my heart where I fell,
there’s holes in each story you tell.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
The sun is a small paintbrush
every morning it rolls with colour
and paints at my home the first light
exposes it as new as ever!
Not by the Moon nor by the star
but by me my home my planet earth!
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
Sin is a real evidence keeper
Expose it to your equals
Or it will eat you
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
Boy run ,run
She has come
She is beauty
She is honey
She attracts observers
She imprisoned them
She stole their hearts
She took their minds
She affected them
They became her slaves
Who can face her?
Her eyes are wide
She drown her viewers
They battled for safe
They battled to reach
The shore of safe
But they gave ,they gave up
Who can face her?
Her face is white
Shine at the light with bright
When it was seen
The hearts dropped at the legs
The minds got paralyzed
She did what she wanted
Her cheeks were burning
With the red color made you shame
You didn't look very save
You couldn't look her
Her hair were free
Moved with the air
They were flew high
Then they flew down
And your eyes followed hers
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
Wide open are your arms
the sun is a small paintbrush
every daybreak it draws
exposes you as new as ever!
The surges in the billows
blow out swimming clouds
across the globe.
No they don’t splash out to
the starry thrillers on the sky
they all are a dwarf bunch
draws down to you kind Moon:
Down to earth on the ground
spares the heap for all
for the day for the noon.
Then you are there too
far afar, where is nothing
but you the lotus in bloom
on uncharted water.
Who can describe it better
everyone is lost for words!
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
All the dead soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines.
Why can’t we see what all of them have seen?
Why didn’t we notice that nobody had attacked us?
We urged them to invade and **** as if it was practice.
You know, war games that turned out a bit too real?
How come those giving orders don’t seem to feel?
Why do they keep overtaking countries overseas
That did nothing more to us than perhaps displease?
They angered us by having some resources we wanted.
This should remind of how the ancient countries hunted
And robbed, ***** and murdered in their neighbor’s lands.
Why that was acceptable then, nobody really understands.
Yet today, when we are supposed to be so **** intelligent
We are just as bloodthirsty, but dressed a bit more elegant.
We repeat the cycle, generation after mindless generation
And then dare to call ourselves a democratic nation.
How is that possible? Nobody ever came and asked me
It it was fine to send thousands of troops overseas.
Nobody asked me if it was a good thing to **** and maim
Then used poisoned media to make the victims take the blame.
Instead leaders and clerics stood in their pulpits and brayed
That if we didn’t follow their lead, it meant we were afraid,
Or, worse yet, we were the traitors and were all liable
If we didn’t do what they read from old parts of the bible.
It becomes “an eye for an eye”, even when we aren’t hurt.
We come up with stupid axioms to treat others like dirt.
We send our sons and daughters, to invade and be killed
Because some rich ******** demand it on Capitol Hill.
It will be this way forever more if we don’t make it stop.
We, the average voter, must become the traffic cop.
We must elect only leaders without blood in their eye.
If we don’t this big "Godly nation" is nothing but a lie.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
Castigate!
Fill with hate!
Expose their views
at any rate!
Interrogate!
Segregate!
Expose their lives
at any rate!
Disintegrate!
Celebrate!
Expose your own life
at any rate!
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
He had been a vocal critic of the government
trying to expose their lies
that the people accepted as the gospel truth
knew he was being watched
certain it was not paranoia nowhere to hide
his privacy was denied!
His video channel censored and taken down
found it hard to be heard
began to feel his life maybe in grave danger
still determined to speak out
as agents began rapidly closing in on him
knew getting real facts out slim!
Began to shut himself away kept in contact
with others in his circle
who became known as the hard resistance
telling what was really going on
with little success as the public in a bubble
unable to see they were in trouble!"
Most wrapped up in themselves unable to see
a bigger picture of a society
those divided and trapped by social injustice
wars destruction of nations
where the innocent were continually dying
as upon us all they were spying!
He was a sincere man who loved his family
but he was found with his wife
daughter and pet dog slaughtered at home
the official line he was the killer
murdering them then committing suicide
but his friends knew they had lied!
All his files and documents were missing
yet the conspiracy was accepted
for most of the population it was shocking
a tragedy but what happened
main news outlets clearly said it was true
so no official enquiry would ensue!
Is this another conspiracy theory or a fact?
#TheFoureyedPoet.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Each passing day I spend with you
Feels like borrowed time.
Two people pretending to be in love,
A hopeless pantomime.
You played me well,
I must admit.
Uncovered all my flaws.
But something in how you did -
Ended our dialogue.
It wasn’t to heal or help me up
It was just to tear me down.
And now that you’ve exposed the truth
The queen lays down her crown.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
You tell me it’s nothing,
But I see your pain,
I hear your cry,
Lost in the rain.
You say you’re alright,
Assure me you’re fine,
But I see the tears,
Lost in your eyes.
You tell me you’re good,
But I sense your fear.
You would get nervous,
Whenever I’m near.
So tell me the deal,
Speak of what hurts,
Expose what you feel,
Show me its worth.
Your smile is beautiful,
Forever always.
But does it still glow,
At the end of the day,
When you go to sleep,
Tuck in your sheets,
Hoping no one sees,
The tears that you weep?
Do the clothes you wear,
Resemble your fear?
Seems no one cares
Of things you hold dear.
You look alright,
Almost too happy,
But you lost your sight,
Joy never having.
I know your heart,
See it right through you.
It’s tearing apart,
I always knew.
When life gets hard,
And you’re left to die,
I’ll hold your scars,
To be right by your side.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
walking in such blind denial
while living in glorious beauty
I yearn to push back the curtain
to expose the deadly truth
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC
Morally dissected,
emotionally conflicted,
courting one dilemma after another,
the writer in me is struggling today
In the anxiety of words failing him,
and in the fear of him failing the words,
a battle wages, enrages,
and as silently as it arrives, it withdraws
And then when one page crumbles after another,
when the mind stutters more,
the ground I had held firm all this while,
resigns, all at once
Maybe this is the best time to write,
to bare the emotions that are grey
and while a part of me longs for you to identify,
a little something, in the vulnerability of an expose,
hopes you never do.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
I ache to say more
I long to expose my truth
To walk into your arms upright
and strong
To speak in crystal clarity
until you know
What I dream, what I could be, with you
But, here I am
Mistakenly pushing it all away
Because love has always
had conditions
and trust always abused
and I have never been anything
but hurt.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
Words are soporific
From the indelible tongue
That dances like fire
The night has begun.
But truth is like venom
The fire proves too bold
Burned skin exposes flesh
The sin that we hold.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
This town has depleted my soul
nearing the point of no return
The single remedy to redeem my spirit
is to escape what I've known for so long;
the people
the places
the persistent memories-
I'm reminded of every breath this town takes from me
Existence is monochromatic here
and I'm ready to see the spectrum,
to look through the kaleidoscope
and see what life is really like
in the new light my eyes will never forget
that this town tried to hide from me
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
Complacencies beneath the burning leaves
Warranted by the rise and shine
The world turns without disturbing dirt
Sedated like a dream in constant suspension
Well the sunlight revealed some truth
Hidden in grass beneath the meadow
But the forest kept its peace with guard
By the trees relentless shadows
Maybe it’ll come down.
The sun is bullying its turf
The earth no longer fears its shine
The sun will reveal the earth
The earth will be exposed in time
Well, innocence comes in early months
And changes truth through summer visions
But when the cold comes slowly in
The sun has forgotten its decision
Maybe it’ll come down.
© 2008
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
**Nowadays they want you to have a big bust , slim waist , big **** , pretty face.
Half naked , trying to fill a void they think males are supposed to validate.
Trying to be something their not which leads to self hate.
Slow down , stay at a steady pace.
We're young running fast to win a race.
Fixated on being the definition of beauty , we don't clean our plates.
We wake up & beat our face.
With cosmetics faces looking like cake.
They love our breast but disregard our brains.
We can say anything as long as we have an *** to shake.
This society is a disgrace.
We look for social approval from birth.
Strongest creatures on the Earth, but we still hurt.**
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
A willing volunteer
It was out of my hands
Not my choice
No regrets.
Should have seen the signs
Went in blind
Naive to think I could trust you
My style never changed
You lured me in
For your own hidden agenda
Massaged my ego
I kept my options open
You found out
You took it personally
You took it the wrong way
I broke your trust
You sought revenge
I read the signs
You tried to trick me
You turned the tables
Hindered my growth
Made me a scapegoat
Damaged my reputation
Stitched me up
Left me out on a limb
You acted on impulse
You spoke too soon
You showed your cards
I held the aces
I made sacrifices to meet the target
I made mistakes
I left myself exposed
You thought you were clever
I knew your next move
You couldn't predict what was coming next.
You never chose me
I was rejected
Not valued
Not appreciated
Shame on you and your accomplice
Exposed for what you are
A pair of bullies
No turning back
I've had enough
I'm going
Going
Gone!
You grin
I saw through it
I'm no clown
I'm just a fool for exposing my weaknesses to a pair of manipulative *******
My character traits twisted to bolster your own selfish positions.
Surpression is the lowest form of greed threatened by my presence.
I'm no longer your target but now direct competitor.
Watch your backs
I'm on a mission to crush your egos to mush you pair of ******
I will Expose you for the clowns you've become.
Blowing smoke up each other's arses does nothing to build up the team.
A dog will always bite if provoked.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
i confess, i started hiding.
fake words with fake meaning.
i feel pain and real emotion in reality. i will be ok.
i need to let out the real.
real me.
pain, emotion, fear and prickly sensations running down my arm.
i need to really feel now.
i thought maybe if i was witty fake me, that would be enough to bridge my self-loathing and fear......
...on to me. real me.
forgive me for my lie, the untruthful self i now expose.
i am me, i really feel.
i am .
KT May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC