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We serve the one that is the father of sithis and the void
The master of what isnt and what is change.
For his dark embrace and loving shadows will keep me hidden
My warmth will come from his dead kiss
My life in service
For the Dread Father

She knows it all
She always know
And we do her biddings
She is the head of our body
We are the listener and four speakers
We are the thumb and fingers of her Black Hand
We serve you
Dear Night Mother

Our brothers and sisters
we are one
In the cloud of the fathers embrace
And in the time we all go to him
Brothers and sisters
What is the color of the night?
Sanguine, my brother
We are one
It Feb 2013
I find myself repeating the verses,
the tones of hope, and embodiments
of kindness; the surreality of freedom,
and reverence.

I find myself, hoping to go back;
though I regret not my growth nor
bending wakes which have aroused
upon the grieving dismissal
of the elements I cursed
over the sake of the intellect.

I rewind, reform, and inform myself;
“these biddings are none but illusions,
ignorance, bewildered by a tragic coat
of happiness”, yet that blinding
world was much more comforting
that my currents misconceptions - the real ones,
which I have never succeeded to eradicate:
the demons.

Were I in the guiding of a celestial mentor,
would it make a difference?
Or would this guardian unveil me as
I proudly did so myself?

I do not wish for a tone,
I do not wish for a course,
I do not wish to the frightening of my curse;
nor a god.  

Yet, in these precious and tumbling days,
I find myself praying.

I pray for nothing other than the essence
that left along with these figures.
The child I abandoned in my search
for reason.

I find myself reciting words I never could
have captured, and actions
I never would have wished to perform.
But it is not the words nor actions which
engrave our being - it is our soul.

Mine is hidden.
Conceptual yet senseless.

I find myself singing
the words which used to fill
the ambience with glow
and truth.

But nothing comes of it,
other than my need to recapture
my previous being, while
tangling on to my current presence
and gladfull knowledge.

Though sadness is cause,
I pay no heed towards commotion,
**for I find myself
finding a reason.
Deepali Agarwal Dec 2018
End is the beginning of another doom,
since evils are not born from wombs.
A son he is to a mother,
and so neglected are the symptoms.
Good might be his foundation,
but fate destroys it all.
Struggle is pronounced,
life on fire.
endurance has limits,
the strongest heart dies,
an obstinate, wicked mind arises from ashes.
Then are done the follies, so noticeable,
he is criticized, is made the Villain.
Then the head is on sale,
with biddings so high.
The team that preys on him,
is awarded public acclaim.
Then is he known in history,
God of turmoil.
Stories are made with him as a villain,
and little children taught the false old rhyme,

bad times may break,
but real good stands undestroyed.

Who is the real Villain is to be judged,
As oldest rocks not always yield diamonds.
Sometimes hard times are really strong enough to break a person. And the main reasons for people turning bad during harsh times is we ourselves. We talk of humanity but are least interested to help a near one in need. Then is not probable to say that a person who has been left alone by his own people can fill his heart with malice.
Louise Jun 2016
A time from now, we'll put the French Riviera to shame
with the spellbinding travesty
of our *******;  

The stars that grazes the Monte Carlo sky must realize that they've never even really shined once they witness how my eyes will glisten with rapture as you taste me for the very first time.

Oh, we'll hush the musicians of Vienna with the rhythm of our moans, the terrifying yet invigorating song of your gruff voice begging for more.

As we succumb to each other's biddings, the world shall be left helpless with no other choice than to watch.
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
Every day she plants the starseeds
that grow into wishing flowers,
their petals fall down to the earth
and we call them meteor showers.

We beseech the celestial wanderers
and when our words reach her ears,
she makes all our biddings come true,
but each one is stained by her tears.

She yearned for one to call her own
in her garden above the clouds,
but to think of herself and not of the world,
her duty is disavowed.

And so the lonely Starwarden
only smiled on us from above.
She could not keep the wish of another
just because she wished for love.
Lawrence Hall Dec 2016
ICU Waiting Room in Advent

Artistic gilded deer repose in peace
Among the store-room-dusty plastic leaves
Of decorator-decorated wreaths;
From thence they gaze serenely down upon
Sneeze-spotted pics in People magazine
And empty coffee cups recyled from
Recycled natural fibers recycled
From green fair trade recycled soy inks.

No ikons grace this dying-place, no cross,
No crucifix to focus farewell prayers;
Christ’s people gather lovingly around,
Their baseball caps thrall-ringed about their heads
In devout remembrance of passing souls.
Their cell-phone aps pass through their vague, weak eyes
As once the ancient biddings and prayer-worn beads
Slipped gently through the lips and hands of men.
Yenson Dec 2018
Bang on cue, minions slither and seeth
same ole, same ole, predictability of the stunted
volume speaks volume as delusions entrenches
We are fixated don't shatter our morbid trances

The lions of Jada Pinkett not those of Judah
the producers of demented illusions from Studio Z
We don't deal in truths and reality, we wrinkle too quickly
Reality ages us, let just make it up as we go along

We need the miseries of those we envy to feed on
forget the cut price botox it does nothing for our falling faces
We can't even get earth shattering ******* from our duds
to lift our moods, so in our minds we own your dolphin

What are we going to do with our miseries and mediocrity
That strong small herculian dark hero, ******* in chains
as we pleasure and play with that renowned mahogany sword  
is a fantasy that blows our minds and satiates us real good

Scripting an Eastern Love interest we are thwarting is so ******
How dare ruin our fantasies and remind us  we are deluded
We can't accept all our combined efforts and dramatics
Not to mention our gullible menfolks who skip and hop to our biddings

As we tease and rile them to hatred for that swoony stallion.
Please keep your truth to yourself.
It won't stop us, reality and truth annoys us, we need our chained beast with that wonder mahogany sword
Oh that fierce passion, that unleashed weapon in our control
Just the thought makes us moist already....ohooo...ohooo..ohhoo
hahahaha....hahahaha......that **** wild laugh...
Must you tangle the Pentagram complex
When it's Design drawn so Fine and Simple?
Mystic Sentients confer by reflex
And peel away any sagging Dimple
If I choose the Fray - the Crowd rotten within
Verify my Assets thus turn my Goals foul
Yet no Signals phase for Directions therein
Save peppered tidbits make Worth for the Soul
Where's the Error then? Despite Morals bade
Reflect each other's Values by Variance
As your Self-Filled Generals lift and fade
Deny a Potent Treasure by Distance.
Yet still I Noticed: A Programme does Flow
One which your Reason placed Biddings enow.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Gigi Tiji Sep 2014
deflated dimples
frosted frowns
crusty clowns
and crispy crowns
boiled biddings
cuddle puddles
and fearful fillings
spoiled spillings
double trouble
secret spitting
crepuscular vapor
nicotine taper
look in the mirror
meet your maker
long walk faker
tick tock taker
flow of consciousness
So it begins, and how?

With fear and anxiety.
The energy that would be surging through you if you chose the path that you are thinking of, is already giving you a preview of whats to come.
Sober minded your body goes into over drive and adrenaline fills your nerves and brain and heart with static and sweat. You battle back and forth, because you know the danger and the out come. But the fight is meaningless because the Ego has chosen long before you even thought you had a choice to make.

To put it off would be like to feed a fire.

You lay down to try to overcome the intentions already giving bid with in you, without your will. Tears threaten to well in your eyes and the feeling of hopelessness and emptiness is quite prominent. You wonder to yourself how you have found yourself in the palm of something so much more powerful than yourself.
Thrashing and turning, because all positions are uncomfortable and futile, as long as you don’t give into the brat with in. The child like side of you who begs for Methamphetamine as you used to beg for candy at the grocer, knowing today may as well be the last day you could ever have it is beginning to fit within.

Your lover can not see the fight within you because he is looking at you from the outside from with in his own battle field...

The fight is beneath the skin.

You battle with right and wrong, going to pray to god, but then stopping yourself…. “Do i truly want to ask god for help with this? isn’t it a bit redundant to ask my god to save me from something i keep feeding my own flesh too.” As if The **** were a hungry animal, or perhaps its more about the addiction than a substance. Today **** is the substance, tomorrow it could be something other than that. You feed off of that which is out side yourself for satisfaction and it only brings further trauma. You can kick your feet and threaten to take sleeping pills, but your EGO wont allow a sleeping antidote today, because in this situation that could work in controlling it.

Not like in strictly emotive situations were sleep just hinders your ability to work out things with others.

No a sleeping pill could completely stop the cravings and send you into a trance of dreams about your inner issues. This is not going to be allowed. You are not in control. You have never been, but the substances Man has created have found themselves in the hand bag of the devil. And they offer item and tool for control. Like We have established. You gave up your power of decision when ever you fed into the egos beck and calls. Whispering your name and stories of pleasure and connection. A peace and happiness most human form has never known,

A jarring of the spiritual body and a quickening of death.

The mirror is beginning to look like a grave yard.

Your death is stenching the air and the clock is ticking. have you given in to the whimpering of your body and minds physical call for this drug you so enjoy in sin. Not quite yet but cracking is inevitable you know you have already chosen and any sliver of hope is falsely studied being whisked away so as not to interfere with the plan of Lucifer in this biblical story. When you announce that indeed the decision of methamphetamine is the one you chose.
(however you do not chose this, because to be driven for falseness truly is impossible. You have been lead a stray and know not truth.)

Immediately the guilt has already set in, before any actions are made on the decision your heart is calling out, is this right, to hurt my self in pleasure so temporary. Is this right, do i love my father an mother truly or have I even met them at this point. You lift yourself up off the bed and when your lover goes to follow suite

you can’t help but feel as an untrue Shepard tricking innocent sheep to follow her into the wolves den.

Would we both be fed on by the evils of this world. And if one of us is not, then is the other saved. But if one of us does, then both are doomed? Who I am to make choices lone, and am I at all.

When you lean off the bed you fall down the rabbit hole, seeing your love fall in right after you. you keep your eyes on the sky line at the top of the pit because already you are filled with remorse. You clutch your lover because already you crave their forgiveness.

Who does this demon belong to, was it yours or mine, or never either of ours.

Ridden with guilt for not only the fall of herself but eve is bothered that she is to blame for the falling of Adam. Are any of us to truly blame besides that scoundrel The Satan, and then if we blame him is it really only displacing the blame which truly should be laying on both our hearts each. Should we stow this mistake in the flesh and muscle like some prized possession or release it now before its set in.

And then If i asked for repentance and the reversal of my inertia would that prayer be granted, and if it was would i feel

blessed, or robbed.

I am reluctant to ask for help from the Most high even though i am most literally at my death bed when ever considering the life of christ. And if i can not request the light of God in fear of having a certain evil taken from me what does this make me?

You exit your house, haven of safety far away from all evil except the most irresistible, Oh Sweet Satan, or My sweet Mind, with so much potential and ideas, the power held with in my satan may very well be equal to that of the power of my Living Christ. And is this then why it is so difficult for triumph to meet me in the fields of mammon. How can I awaken My own Jesus to take the Methamphetamine to the cross along with his brother, The Satan so that for once, the evil will repent for His sins, and see in truth why suffering is coming from all of his biddings.
Jeremy Duff Nov 2014
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Mistakes are something we are forced to live with.
More so than scars or badges of honor.

And that's a good thing. As long as we live with our mistakes, we won't repeat them.

But does that matter to those trespassed against? To those the mistakes were committed unto? No. And it shouldn't, the mistake is what matters. And the one in the wrong isn't the only one forced to live with.

Mistakes often come about from selfishness, and selfishness serves no one, abides by no biddings.
As it shouldn't.

Forgiveness is a hard fought battle for humans. Forgiveness for yourself, lovers, friends and enemies. They're all hard to come by and must be striven for.

The ache that's been lingering between my eyeballs the past twenty four hours is constant and stabbing. That's where I'm keeping my mistakes. Somewhere that will never be out of site or mind.
This mistake is large and so my whole body aches. No, reader, don't say you're sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for and I deserve the pain I feel. I deserve the back of my eyelids swimming with images and my ear drums ringing with a single sentence and I want to apologize every time i hear those words. Those words are for you and for me and I will keep them and they will make my body stimulated and tense until I have forgiven myself.  
I don't want to forgive myself. I don't deserve it, just as you didn't deserve to be the receiver of my mistakes.

I promised myself I wouldn't write this.
My will power is week and
I don't know, I have a thousand more things to say but they only matter to me and so I shall keep them.
I hope for three things;
The first: you're happiness and well being
The second: you're friendship.
The third is selfish and so I shall keep it to myself.
Katherine Moore Mar 2013
My swollen tongue has derived over time and the spacing is deliberate.
I've acquired a mind cunning and venomous, ****** for its immaculate canyons.
"Welcome to the Lottery," they said, the snares and the eyes were plenty.
Restraint and conviction aside, any place outside of my throbbing mess of an entity was nowhere for me to be.
But this made me the culprit, the messiah, and the victim.
The slayer, the lover, the slain, and the fighter.
The refugee, the all-knowing, the patron saint, and the living dead.
All of whom could digress that I would never escape such an untimely event.

There was no response to my oncoming tidings, biddings, and affairs.
Although, I can tell you I was found amongst the flowers and the sewer rats.
Derick Van Dusen Dec 2010
et go the bird that doth not fly
Release the prisoner whom do no harm
Let run the horse hast he no legs

Does not the heart beating within thine own chest
Scream to be released from its cage of bone
Does not the soul held within the walls of flesh and blood
Plead to be set free free of its fleshly grave

Can not you hear the crimson tide of blood and bile
Gurgling in your ears to flow upon this baron land
Does not the pulsating between your fleshy lobes
Beg to explode gray matter into space so cold

Use your head your really dead this is all an illusion
Think about it this cant be that which really isn't there
Nothing for your eyes to see so is it dark in there
Nothing for your ears to hear so have you gone def

Do you really feel the pain burning deep within
Is your insanity driving the living mad from your rantings
Are you paranoid theyll dig up your pallid bones
Will there mournful cries drive you from your grave
To haunt the men and children of your disdain

Will the love they had become anew in your rotting heart
Will the freedom they held become your captor
Relentless as it may be but your pain is for eternity
Youll never harm another as you have done before

Youll stand at the gates of hell and time anguishing in misery
Youll beg of fleshly fiends to do your biddings no more
All the while you remember the lifes you stole
From those you were to week and embarrassed to ****

Believe in that which cant be seen
Remember that which was told of you
Your only mortal but time and death
Will take their toll and come calling at hearts door

Death has come with its misgiving
Blood has boiled in your veins
Hear the whisper of the living
As the screaming of the dead
See the blood that leaves its stains
As the making of your graveyard bed.
Dancing music chord
On a Friday night
And sipping classic drugs
An euphoria between the eyes.

Attempted dance missed the legs,
Emptiness and hollow feelings.
The eyes are thin and might be red
Two more sips to do the biddings.

Life is short and no retry,
Anaesthesia to help feel fine
And a reminder for tonight,
That It's a beautiful Friday to be alive.
ShamusDeyo Oct 2014
Speaking to Dragons is oft' absurd
Quite Frequently they don't  
understand a word                                                             ­                                                 
they snort and blow  Because you know  
They will only listen to Dragons tales
they lower their heads and sigh,                                                            ­                                                                 ­   
to hear of kings,with Golden Wings    
that ruled Against the Sky
Dragons Crowned Above the ground                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­          
Against a Sky of Azure Blue,    
Where Royal Dragon Kings Flew, and with                          
Terror and Fear for when they were near    
All knew to do their Biddings Bane      
Or feel the whip of brimstone flame    
more and more they became bejeweled        
Till to the Sky they Could Nor Rule    
and Fires hot became now cool
And in the End they lost the Fire    
Having Chained themselves to their own Desire    
The listening beast shed one single Tear
.........................JMF 10/21/2014
I have been trying to Train my Nuance Dragon Speech Recognition and this poem came to mind

All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
Amethyst Fyre Dec 2016
We weren't always the way we are now

When I was little, sitting at the top of the red wire jungle gym
He was nothing more than one of my imaginary friends
He hid within their ranks, watching me dance with faeries
Under golden sunbeams, and sometimes he would take me
Out to go fight dragons, or rescue me from the top of a tower
But he would restrain himself and stay silent
When I put him to rest with all my other toys

I grew up some, and I began to see him more often
He would come and go as he pleased
No longer at my summons or biddings
And I would daydream
Playing out stories of ancient gods and crumbling cities
Trailed by the band of heroes that he and I would lead

I didn't understand who he was
He played with my fancies when he was bored
And then he left, the way he does with all of us
But he always leaves a lingering promise that one day
We will be with him permanently

He is not like us
He does not understand our anger, our sadness
He does what he does, he came to take one
I loved

And I saw him then for what he was

He has curly dark brown hair that falls into his face
He's averagely tall, but that's about the only thing average about him
He holds himself with such confidence and grace
That to look upon him you know he is no mere mortal

And his eyes
Are a cunning hazel green,
A deep brown, like a vortex, almost black
An ice grey, cutting you down to the bone
Truth be told, I can't say what they are actually
Because to look in his eyes is to be swept away
by the mind-numbing, soul-chilling stillness
And it is the one thing no living person is ever supposed to do
The first and last time you are supposed to look in his eyes
Is the day he claims you for the rest of forever

It shouldn't have been allowed for me to see him
Or if it was, I was supposed to put my hands in my pockets
Pull the hat further down my ears and walk faster from the wind
There's a reason why adults leave their dreaming to a world without waking

But he was taking someone I loved

I tried to make a trade with him, I tried to outsmart him, I tried to plead
But you can't make deals with gods
I have mere seconds to offer, he already owns all of eternity
I confused him with my passion and frenzy, he was intrigued

He took the one I loved and he stayed inside my head

He is the boy who restricts my freedom
And makes me start at shadows
The boy who chokes me
and makes me fall to my knees, dizzy
The boy who makes me see what should never be seen
the world beneath a thin veil we call reality

He owns my soul and my body
and likes to remind me just to see how I react
Egotistical trickster that he is
And yet there is something tragic about him
For he will never know what it is to love or to breathe

That is the only spell I hold over him
The reason why he keeps giving me release
In my arms and through my eyes, he tastes Life as he never should have been able to

For my part, I have done something foolish
Dangerous even
I've broken every rule imaginable

I've fallen in love with a god

I hold Death ever closer to my soul
Someone asked what the name and face were to the voice of un-reason that haunts my head.
Pinelle Bikouta Jul 2020
When the birds start to swim,
And the fish decide to fly,
When the owls start to hoot at the sun,
And when the sun comes out, the lions hide.

When the sky becomes the water hole,
And the rivers possess the clouds.
When our feet start to run on dry ocean floors
And we suddenly fall into sand and drown.

When serpents decide to kiss Eve's cheek,
And doves hiss temptations in the ear.
When vultures come to celebrate new life,
And eagles start to fly in fear.

When demons start to work in the day,
And angels do evil biddings at night.
When queens are no more, and dead kings don't decay.
When rights become wrongs and wrongs become life...

When blood becomes water,
And tears travel through veins,
When the pacifist seeks war,
And the ******* hates pain,

When eyes start to hear,
And ears give sight,
When arms are used to run,
And legs are used to fly,

When gravestones make loved ones smile
And a stab to the heart becomes a kiss
That is the only time you and I
Will have the courage to exist.
A piece on impossibilities, and an extension of the phrase "when pigs fly".
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
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WHY MUST I LIVE MY LIFE WHEN IM ALWAYS SICK AN TIRED, ALWAYS LONELY, ALONE ALL NIGHTS, ITS NOT RIGHT, LORD F MY POSITION, CAN I NOT JUST DIE, I CANT BREATHE ANOTHER BREATH WHEN MY WORDS GO UN-SPOKEN, MY HEART MIGHT EXPLODE, EXPOSED, WHEN WILL MY HURTS AN LOSSES GO, HOW MORE MANY DAYS ON MY OWN, UNTIL THEN, OUR PHONE WILL NEVER EXIST, FEELING LIKE A SIMP, WISH I FELT GROWN, LET 1 THING BE KNOWN, DEATH WILL CONSUME, ITS DEPRESSING, FULL OF WASTE, LEFT FOR DEAD IN A DITCH, THINGS FELL INTO PIECES, AFTER BEING DRAGGED CHAINED TO A TRAILOR HITCH, WELL WINCH, ILL GO FIRST, NO WORRIES IT WILL NEVER STOP HURTING, ITS THE WORST, MORE PAINFUL THEN BIRTH, I HATE THE EARTH, SO I GIVE IT ALL IM WORTH, IN THE END LOVE DOESNT WORK, SO MARK MY WORDS, HEAD TO HEELS, NO REASON EVER SENUATION KING OF AN UNDERGROUND, ITS WHERE I MAKE YOU LAY, YOUR LAST DAY, OUR LAST WORDS, FRESH FLOWERS ON YOUR GRAVE, YOU PAVED THE WAY BUT TODAY WE WILL SEE, FROM HEAVEN TO THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF THE UNIVERSE, THE WRONG SEASON SHADOWED IN DARKNESS SUCOMMING THE LOVE AROUND ME, SO HARD TO SURVIVE WITHOUT YOU, MY WIFE OR THE ONE WHO CARES, AKA ME AND MINE, THE LAST SECOND MAKING IT TO THE FINISH, I WANT YOU LADY HAVE MY BABY, IM GOING CRAZY, SPEECHLESS BUT READ MY LIPS, LET ME GO ON LIVING, CORPORATE ISSUES, ILL OFFER YOU, THIS KEYBOARD GIVING A CODE LIKE THESE PAST 5 GRAPHS, ILL TEACH YOU BASIC MATH, YOU CANT EVEN THINK, GIVE YOU WOMAN, GIVE YOU A WHIRL, A TWIRL, A SWIRL, ALL AROUND THE GLOBE, THE AK SMOKE HIT WITH A BANG, GONE THRU THE ROOF, ACE COOPSWOOP, THE LATEST NEWS, MY LIVE BLOG, CALL CNN A BADASS IS IN THE BUILDING, SHIPS AND SQUADRANTS, IM SO POWERFUL, COROSPONDENCE CONSULTING, TALKING BIG GUNS, WATCH THE BUSH, WORK FOR ME OR LOSE PLACEMENT, YOUR GREED IS TROUBLING YOUR MONEY SITUATION, MAKING PAPER BILLS FAKE, I AM A PATRIOT, SO ICY FREEZING THE GREAT LAKES, TAKING ON PIKES PEAK, FREE IN THE COLUMBIAN STREETS, DROP A BIZZLE, LIKE 80'S CUBA, DONT SAY MY NAME TWICE, I HAVE ALL THE SUPPLIES, I WILL ABIDE, YOU WILL ATTEST, THE BEST, SPEAKING FOR THE REST, A PUBLIC ANNOUNCMENT AND FAIR WARNING, LISTEN OR GO MISSING, AMW, BUILDING SKY-SKRAPERS, MINING FOR PRECIOUS ORE, BURIED, LISTEN WITH NO AMOUNT, IM WILLING IM GOING TO WE ARE GOING TO, IM WILLING WERE STUNTING, LETS HAVE IT, GIVE YOU THE BIDDINGS, THE FUNDAMENTALS, PIVOT, PACK AND SHIP, NATIONAL CHAMPION TURNED INTERNATIONAL AWARD WINNER, OUT IN THE VALLEY WOMEN BADDER THEN HALLEY, VOICE LIKE CAREY, BABY WHAT YOU WANT ILL MAKE YOU A TRILLIONAIRE, HOLD STOCKS RUN SHARES WHO CARES, SKIN BARE, THAT FINE BODY PREPPED HAIR WITH A FLASH OF GLAMOUR AN TOUCH OF GLARE, BODY WORKING, TWIRLING, I WANT, TAKE A SEAT, ALL ACROSS ALL THE LANDS, IF YOU UNHEALTHY I MIGHT HURL SO GIRL GO ON SOMEWHERE OTHERWISE, PEARL, DIAMOND, YOURE MY LOVE, OUR FORCE, NEED/WANNA MAN LIKE ME IN YOUR LIFE, COME OVER HERE I WILL DO YOU RIGHT, BODYING YOU TONIGHT, WORKING THAT TIGHT, POLITE, **** SIDE, SO BE MINE, I GOT THAT NINE, PROTECT THE LIME LIGHT, WANNA REAL G LEMME TELL YOU HOW IT IS, ALRIGHT? TRUST ME, MY FUTURE WIFE, HEART BEAT CONNECTED TO A HEART BEAT WHAT A NICE FEATURE, YOURE SOAKED, ALL THAT WATER PUT IT IN THE AIR, AYE MILLI THIS A BILLI, ONLY GONNA SAY IT ONCE, IM ALREADY GONE AND MIGHT BE DONE, SO POP IT, ANYONE ASKS YOURE MINE, MY DIME, HANDS TOGETHER, A 1 NIGHT STAND TRANSFORMED INTO A LIFE LONG RELATIONSHIP, WE MAKE LOVE, GOT ME BEGGING DONT GO, THIS THE G WITH THE SECRET TRADE, GOT PICTURES OF YOU HAND ME THE ROPE, BETTER BELIVE, FOUR-FOUR, WOOD WHEEL SWERVING, BIG RIMS SPINNING, PAINT GLISTENING, BASS BUMPING, RIDING *****, MY NAMES NOT OUT, MY NAMES ON TOP, REPPING THA NAWF, A DEATH NOTE TO END RAP IN ONE DAY, BIGGER RANK, HIP-HOPS DEAD, LAYING IN YOUR BED 2 SHOTS 2 THE HEAD, 6 FEET AN STILL SINKING, GOT SLAUGHTER? NO COST, COOKING WHAT YOU WONT, LIKE MY FIRST VERSE, SO MUCH WORK, GATHERING ALL THE FISH IN THE SEA, BUYING BANKS, END YA, TRILL YA, PAY YA, EVEN MAIL YA, THATS WHY I CALL YOU TRICK, BIG BUSINESS I GOT A EXOTIC MOUTH, SPEAKING THE TRUTH, WOMAN I GOT SKILLS, IF MY DOUGHS YOUR DOUGH, TALKING OFF WITH THAT DRESS, GET RID THEM HEELS, DONT BE FAKE WITH A FAKE *** NAME, NICE LIPS, MAKING ME SHOUT, NO LOSS, CATCHING YOU SLIPPING, OFF WITH THEIR HEADS, GET OUTTA MY BED, HALF IS MINE, HALF IS YOUR'S, GIVE ME MY  NATIONWIDE TOURS, WHEN I SAY GOODMORNING BABY MOMMA, GOT YOU TO STOP CRYING SO DONT WORRY, I AM SORRY, THEY DONT STOP DROPPING, BABY BABY DONT FORGET, YOURE ANGELIC, THIS LOVES WAR, YOUR LIGHT GUIDES ME THROUGH THIS DARKNESS, IM DONE APOLOGIZING, SO RISE, RISE AN SHINE BRIGHT, A WOMAN WITH YOU WILL HAVE NO DRAMA, IM SO EXCITED, I CANT THINK, I MIGHT HAVE A HEART ATTACK, JUST 1 DAY, HOW THE HELL DID YOU THINK ILL HANDLE BABY MOMMA DRAMA? I ASK THE LORD, IS IT ME OR THE OTHER BROTHERS DOWN THE STREET? ANOTHER DAY AWAY, I JUST CANT, IN A CASKET IS THE ONLY WAY, NOTHING WILL TURN MY SITUATION IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION,THIS DEMOND I SEE IS ATTACKING MY LOGIC, I LOVE YOU, MARRIAGE BABY IN A CARRIAGE THINKING ABOUT US AS ONE BURIED, NEXT TO ME THIS IS AMAZING, COULDNT BE MORE HAPPY, THE HURT IS REAL, THE DISTRESS IS A SACRIFICE ITSELF, I CANT EAT I CANT THINK, THIS LOVE IS KILLING ME, I DO BELIEVE I WILL NEVER CHEAT OR ESCAPE, OR EVEN IMAGINE THINGS GETTING WORSE, REALIZING NOW THIS A WRITTEN 24 HOUR MOVIE, LEGAL SMOKE, SCRAP UNDER THE TABLE, WISH YOU DIDNT HAVE TOO, BUT NEVER BE LIKE ME EVER, LOW-KEY VERY IMPORTANT INDIVIDUAL, CANT BE STOPPED MUST BE BAUGHT, DONT STOP, MAC PLAYA ****, BEATS ON A LIST, SO BACK-UP, WARRANTS FROM ATTITUDE, GOING TO STAY PAYED, LET THE BEAT DROP, LIKE A DON, A AMBASSADOR, A KING, OR A GOD, LETHAL ASSASIN, MAKING A KILLING, WORSE VILLIAN, MOST POWERFUL HERO, MOST DISCRIMATED LIVING, LIFE OF A TRILLIONAIRE, CANT HANDLE ME, DONT GET SHOT, I DONT CARE WHAT YOURE WORTH, YOU AINT WORTH THE ***, YOURE SO FAR BEHIND GET YOUR *** STARTED, TRY AND CATCH UP IM SO FAR AHEAD I PAVED THE WAY, NOT ONE PERSON TILL THIS VERY MINUTE CAN COMPETE, SO GET OUT OF MY PATH, GO DIG YOUR SHALLOW BURIAL SPOT, SLAVE, SOON TO BE ENCASTED IN YOURE OWN ****, SO CLEAN UP THIS ACT, EXPLAINING MY SITUATION, LET IT BE KNOWN, POSESSION IS LUCIFER, FROM CONCRETE PRINTS FATHER CALLED DON, ENDING WORLD DOUBT, I AM ALIVE, WITH THIS I NEVER DIE, SECRET SOCIETY SPEAKS FROM MY SOUL, THE FORCE OF FREIGHT TRAINS WANNA PLAY GAMES, 1 GALLON A MILE FOR WEIGHT, TOP TO BOTTOM FILLED MAKING YOU FAKE, MY PEOPLE'S LOCKED, TONS OF KEYS TO CITIES, PULL ANY CHICK, PULL ONE, PULL TWO, PULL THREE OR FOUR, NOT SCARED ONE BIT, GET IN A LICK, LIKE SLICK RICK, SLICK RICHS BROUGHT BACK ZACKS FIFTH WAR, THE REAL STARS AN STRAPS, GUN TO MY DOME, GIVE UP BEFORE YOU TRY AN THE TRIGGER FINGERS NOT MINE, I PUT ON AN SHOUT OUT I GOT BIZZLES, LONGEVITY OUTTA UPTOWN ATTRACTING ANYONE FROM ANY COUNTRY, DEAD FROM SICKNESS OR IN PAIN HELLS WITNESS, I PRAY SOME VOODOO RIGHT NOW, TO RISE THE FORESAKEN, WITH THIS HEX BRING OUT THE DEVIL.........
Z-PAC
Kafka Joint Dec 2020
My soul doesn't build any buildings,
No mistery would be hidden in that,
Lonely scaffolds in endless swamps are rather my soul's biddings.
If I were to wither in death, peculiarly as your symphony…
Caressing your sweet songs.
Oh! How to know that I'll yearn for your seed of heart amongst the bitter milkweed…
To be wreathed, after the thorns I've been crowned while I breathe.
To be six feet under earth, uttering words in deep slumber.
To hear the bells ring beside my stone as I dive in eigengrau?
For in spirit yet I indulged to journey your trail…
With backgrounded hymns high and low in unison, "Ashes to ashes, dusted he be with earth"…
You laid me to rest in peace with your mourns and lowered heads.
You sing me carols of the loved Or so will i know you'll sing me the  "Arms of the angel" .
Bare me palms of three stroked soil thrown with last biddings of sorrow and grief.
If only the mind knew where my life went?
Let alone be embezzled of greater revelations between my dimensions.
With pure warmth, to no sprouts of bitter in your heart.
You'll see the slab written R. I. P
Bereaved with your flowers of hue,
Laying down as every step leaves the hill in a spree.
Will your heart still skip me a beat?
Or might you as well bury the sheets?
For it's known, to long for the gone…
And take granted of the bond…
As I speak of a reverie, far from reality,
I painted my pictures blue,
To know this is far-fetched…
To know it is due.
VibeActivist Aug 2020
Topic - Like an idiot

like thoughts
i can't seem to get you out of my head and heart

like a minion
i stood beside you doing all your biddings

like a tree
i sprouted branches to connect with every part of your heart

like a parasite
i grew because i constantly depend on you

like dreams
i was a mere servant and you were my queen

like an idiot
i could tell she felt nothing.
Samara Jan 24
scrambling quickly around the ferris wheel while trying to look out and around at the passing summit only to see unlit streets and broken tambourines. riding the high not forged down to the valley between two foes. whatever comes to me now i show. put it on display with hopes that it grows into something beautiful. within me, it's little less than ephemeral. what goes up must come down must also go back up but it's sickening down to the pit of my stomach to find no altitude to make myself a home. wherever i go. wherever i go, i don't know what i want to know. some spark be it magic be it profound, dive in head first in water knee-deep. stream of consciousness not enchanting nor disenchanting like the babbling brook so often written about. a haunting presence to be read but like the divine cannot be known and only felt so too are these cards that i was dealt.  still- i feel nothing but sick by the thought of enduring on a breathless path removed from my senses. thickening of any sense or desire to progress into the darkness around, to find warmth aglow guiding the way. this way forward, walk towards me. one step forward and suddenly i can't see inward or outward, still i'm told- to carry onward. onward i must go but muddied conventions run quick and clear constitutions disappear.  there used to be places and spaces carved into stone in the jungles for those like me. sequestered from shame by not fitting a mold indistinctly so. not for a purpose, only for daft languishment fading back into the collective unseemingly so. biddings left unbalanced, dreams remain in the trenches dug by unequivocal noise surrounded by pomp and confusion. i take two bellows to fill my lungs emptied by a stampede consisting of one-only me. footsteps drumming to quicken my unbeating heart into action where none is wanted. companion of conviction resolute in distractions to pass through the present day into a land of unventured composition. befriending brutal honesty but only the brute reveals itself. masked and muted by blithe forgivings. destined for isolation made worse by longing for kinship that has long sailed away back across the atlantic into another realm colored by iridescence that no longer exists and very likely never did. there's no way for me to know though: which way these words came from or which way they'll go. so i stay entrenched; my feet wet in this unbroken stream of consciousness.
Yenson Jul 2021
Bet the fool's been waiting all day
to come drip his poison feed
a slave trader offspring now reduced
yearning for inglorious days
sliming mantra of divide and rule
hey, Slave Drive, you are not like those others
I can see you are different
Uncle Tom, now that one is a better class of Darkies
now ya'll go flog those darkies and keep them in line
cause you're different not like em picaninis
hey, the Slave Drivers says ya'll are animals
and Uncle Tom says ya'll smell like ****
yeah. pit em against each other, they're all dumb mongoose
Mister Compound Fool
come drip your poison again
and I can pretend I don't know how you and your gang of drips
manipulated a decent being and flipped them
into doing your heinous biddings
I'll also pretend that I don't know
the joke's on you
For some are smart enough to walk easy street
at your expense
while nodding to take the money
they spit and curse you behind your back
Hey Mr Compound Fool what else have you got to drip
Fancy a midnight tryst to Italy
we could catch a Rainbow or two
what do you say, my dear pink ***** with the small ****
Infamous one Sep 2022
Q90
You want to matter but your forcing your way in. You got hurt so you don't let anyone in. Once your in if you don't like what you see you bail. Trying to fall in love with a drug addict who loves drugs more than you.
You don't love this person all you want is to change them. Thinking your love is stronger than the drugs she won't give up on. Thinking your middle name matters even though you claim to hate it. Thinking she knows you but you don't enjoy people's company thinking they are going to take in everything you say.
Sad how you are nice when you need something other than that you won't bother with anyone. All the smack you talked making it personal because you didn't get your way or thinking you could use their weakness against them to get them to do your evil biddings.
Idk what you think or how you feel but you can't treat people the way you do. You insult them thinking you deserve respect. Don't use people act like they owe you. Not able to debate an argument so you make things personal talk about things that have nothing to do with the situation.
Yenson Jan 22
Lucifer will use you
in all his nefarious assignments
giving you room to pollute your soul
in every fetid cracks and demented corners
and since you are your dark thoughts you are his
and thus in his contempt derison  control and damnation
he smirks and curses you - child of God gone rogue
whats more he will heap more hell on you
as you ingest his toxic biddings
so will you poison the
fruit of your womb
watch and see
Satan does
no good
“A wicked mind is a devil advocate.”
“The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist”—Charles Baudelaire
“The second greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he is the good guy”—Ken Ammi”

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