#highness
ooh! the faith was stood
against every worst
God has its word
all technology had given up
all apparatuses became as a decorate
the media has no word
the arts had been from an ancient
football becomes an old fashion
sports lost their luster
the world has one order
their play became boring
and it is gone so farthest
it may not be returned
the only art is the *******
the white becomes a new color
the faith will grow so fast
the films will tell a word
the art will draw a portrait
tell the oldest and hated word
that they want to hide it
they tried to **** believe
believe leads to live
with happy and give
the others the funny
God is not presented
but the fact has appeared
untie your feeling
and ask your God from deepest
worship and be honest
all **** sites became the preachers
the naked at the end gets clothes
they all talked one word
save us our God
there was injustice
governed the land
he believes that he was the god
he believed that he deserved
to govern all world
when a prophet appeared
he argued him a lot
the prophet told that his God
could get the life and the death
the king said," I could do
more than your God could do
I could judge that to be killed
so I got him dead
and the other to be lived
and so I get him safe from the death
the prophet told him with shortage,"
my God gets the sun from the east
could you get it from the west"
the king got in troubles
the problems and worst riddles were faced
their mouthes were widely opened
the only and only the matter to be solved
is killing that awful
as he damaged the others Gods
and put the ax at the shoulder of the biggest
they came and asked
, "who could argue to destroy our gods"
one of them answered, ' he is that youth
who refused to worship them
he must be punished"
when they asked
he answered so clearest,
brightness as the sun of August
the big god's statue did
they looked with amazement
they said in one word,"
that he could not do that
he could not be jealous
the facts he could not do that"
he attacked them as a fighter
carrying strong armies
," how do you worship them
as they had no harmful or useful
how do you worship who you make"
they got astonished
times and times
the king got angry
as if he could overlap their gods
he would destroy his godhead so nearly
they made a great hole
gathering every wood from all parts
putting it and burned
the tongues of fire were so hight
so the birds were flying over it
could fell into it
from the heat of it
he would be thrown at the first moment
they made a great catapult
they put him at it
and threw at the heart
of the fire which worshipped its God
and believed in its godhead
it waited for the orders
the great angel came
his face filled with fear
fearing of fire to burn the only truth
walking over that land
,'' do you need any help"
the angel asked
the prophet answered,"
from you, that is no demand
and I thank you from my heart
from my God, he knows what I face
and he will save any hurts"
the fire was ordered,"
to be safe on that closest
prophet
the people waited a lot
the prophet got saved
the fire burned its ties
he was saved as well as his clothes
the only truth is the God
say it at times
save us, us
dear highness
dear truth
my God
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 6:40 PM UTC
Come, fly with me.
Soar, get high with me.
Have faith. Take a leap.
Let me take you on a trip.
Just Breathe.
Let the good stuff kick in.
Let it bring peace to your being.
Let us revel, in the greens.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
Just because its called a blunt,
Doesn't mean it dulls the edges.
It keeps everything turnt,
Giving a sparkle to the senses.
It gives you joy.
Whilst fading away your tensing.
Trips, it takes you on.
Just inhale. Take flight, take off. . .
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
She’s highness, deaf but not muted.
Still dignified, past perfect, but still pushing.
Withering tea addict,
laughs at her own sophisticated and immature jokes.
Farts.
How the highness gracefully descend.
Relaxed, reclined,
hands placed still on abdomen, yet they’re itching.
Noisy breaths lift her sinking body,
till she’s plastered to the bed,
not quite motionless.
Can’t decline.
Sits up. Peering, active, but stunted.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
She’s highness, deaf but not muted.
Still dignified, past perfect, but still pushing.
Withering tea addict,
laughs at her own sophisticated and immature jokes.
Farts.
How the highness gracefully descend.
Relaxed, reclined,
hands placed still on abdomen, yet they’re itching.
Noisy breaths lift her sinking body,
till she’s plastered to the bed,
not quite motionless.
Can’t decline.
Sits up. Peering, active, but stunted.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC
A sesh.
An exchange of ideas.
A meeting of men, women.
A gathering of peers.
A collection of the open-minded.
At a place of happiness.
A place with no problems. No stress.
All you have to do is pass and share.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
'Today, The Jay...'
I open my eyes to see its a new day.
Today, What's the day?
Is it Saturday or Sunday?
The only thing of which I'm certain
Is that its not a weekday.
So, What can I do today?
Without delay,
The first thing I do is get my tray
Light a blunt to take the pain away.
Inhale and exhale,
Through the passageways.
Chill. . . Then, light another, just because its today.
I'm still in bed, but it's already a good day.
I push the sheets and pillows out the way
Then I get up to empty last night's fluids away.
Then to the kitchen, wondering what I can eat today
What can I do, to keep the hunger at bay?
Maybe some rice and filet?
A little something to kickstart the day.
While the food preps, I go back to my tray.
I smile and giggle as I sculpt my one true love, the Jay
With me at any time, anywhere, in any form, on any day.
Even though I'm already high; 'Hooray'.
I still want another hit of the Jay
The Jay,
Hits, Without delay.
Stays,
When everyone goes away.
Fades,
All the pain away.
My worries, It allays.
My happiness, it brings to the fray.
Keeps my mind, from going astray.
Literally, takes my breath away.
Causes, no form of decay
Keeps me, from getting 'ire'
Doesn't negotiate, doesn't parlay.
Just good vibes, all the way.
The love of the Jay;
Isn't just a single foray.
Its a constant exchange,
Everyday.
It's a feeling, that once attained,
Nothing, will ever take its place.
And there goes the tale of my day,
Spent with my true love, the Jay.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
If you want to assess the highness of a person you should observe the tolerance of him.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC