"apoint" poems - Hello Poetry

Drama drama drama When will it stop Or when will it not I mean seriouslly Y can't people stop It's that's person life Not yours When was it your talk When was it not It's ait nice to be mean Is it not Tired of drama Tired of lies Let's make apoint And try to better our life's

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC

ashlee-allee

drama

Drama drama drama When will it stop Or when will it not I mean seriouslly Y can't people stop It's that's person life Not yours When was it your talk When was it not It's ait nice to be mean Is it not Tired of drama Tired of lies Let's make apoint And try to better our life's

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Into a deep sleep My consciousness starts to peep Into a twilight zone Where the deepest thoughts are meet Projected images Showing me past time vintages Hidden in a village Was a small figure faceless But had a shadow and a major plateau Seen the figure walk right in front of me It frighten me so that I thought the Angel of death was coming for me But felt i Was in comfortability My soul was felt triggered by an interrupted scenery My past family enticed me with much scorn and agony suddenly I awoke and the figure spoke Another language I couldn't understand But by the looks of his shadow I seen a waving hand It was like an extraterrestrial being A spiritual sighting for my intellectual seeing Spirits geared towards me for a natural healing **** what a feeling shooken and feeling Normal but somehow I felt like I was dealing With something that could'nt be explained In the physical in the format of a spiritual It happens to any individual who's third eye opened a portal so Don't be scared it's just ancestors Trying to reconnect To ya mental from all the **** that mankind rejects Only a few are chosen and awoken To see a indication of Armageddon Wars heard light years ahead So many Trying to get ahead But ain't watching their own heads Prayers said for daily bread Pastors can't save you thats why when they talk the scriptures are dead Just recited philosophy red But if you reinstate what they red Interpret their message They look at you like your dead As Jesus said and bleed The theft comes out in the midst of the darkest hour When your sound asleep and resting power This poem will shiver to apoint That'll make moutains quake But you won't see the rumble But you'll hear the rumble Gods voice is talking while lost folks walking Around with their heads toward the ground Wake Wake up Its the first of the month With the cumulus clouds forming for the storming Its just the Angel swarming Horse and chariots flaming So take heed watch and don't hold your breath Cuz your brains skin blood cells will begins to lock and shock Til your your proceeding death With your black eyes dilated {The Watcher}

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Dec 17, 2017

Dec 17, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Flourescent Aurora

Into a deep sleep My consciousness starts to peep Into a twilight zone Where the deepest thoughts are meet Projected images Showing me past time vintages Hidden in a village Was a small figure faceless But had a shadow and a major plateau Seen the figure walk right in front of me It frighten me so that I thought the Angel of death was coming for me But felt i Was in comfortability My soul was felt triggered by an interrupted scenery My past family enticed me with much scorn and agony suddenly I awoke and the figure spoke Another language I couldn't understand But by the looks of his shadow I seen a waving hand It was like an extraterrestrial being A spiritual sighting for my intellectual seeing Spirits geared towards me for a natural healing **** what a feeling shooken and feeling Normal but somehow I felt like I was dealing With something that could'nt be explained In the physical in the format of a spiritual It happens to any individual who's third eye opened a portal so Don't be scared it's just ancestors Trying to reconnect To ya mental from all the **** that mankind rejects Only a few are chosen and awoken To see a indication of Armageddon Wars heard light years ahead So many Trying to get ahead But ain't watching their own heads Prayers said for daily bread Pastors can't save you thats why when they talk the scriptures are dead Just recited philosophy red But if you reinstate what they red Interpret their message They look at you like your dead As Jesus said and bleed The theft comes out in the midst of the darkest hour When your sound asleep and resting power This poem will shiver to apoint That'll make moutains quake But you won't see the rumble But you'll hear the rumble Gods voice is talking while lost folks walking Around with their heads toward the ground Wake Wake up Its the first of the month With the cumulus clouds forming for the storming Its just the Angel swarming Horse and chariots flaming So take heed watch and don't hold your breath Cuz your brains skin blood cells will begins to lock and shock Til your your proceeding death With your black eyes dilated {The Watcher}

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Drama drama drama When will it stop Or when will it not I mean seriouslly Y can't people stop It's that's person life Not yours When was it your talk When was it not It's ait nice to be mean Is it not Tired of drama Tired of lies Let's make apoint And try to better our life's

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC

ashlee-allee

Untitled

Drama drama drama When will it stop Or when will it not I mean seriouslly Y can't people stop It's that's person life Not yours When was it your talk When was it not It's ait nice to be mean Is it not Tired of drama Tired of lies Let's make apoint And try to better our life's

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