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ashlee allee Nov 2014
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
Crazy
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}
ashlee allee Nov 2014
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
Crazy
Dontre poet254 Nov 2020
At some point the best thing to do is do nothing
Hoping things will fall back to place
Life weigh us down and we feel we are drained to apoint where we feel we need a
         BREAK
A break from the suffering
A break from the sleepless nights
A break from all the insecurities
FROM all the broken promises
FROM all the struggles of life
A break from all the pain and agony
The heart is bleeding
Maybe just maybe DEATH is the break!!

— The End —