"cosmics" poems
Rotating bodies, confusion of sound
Negative imagery holding us down
Social delusion, clearly constructed
Human condition, morals corrupted
Trapped in reaction, lawlessness, war
Dissatisfaction from bowels to core
Devils technology, strategy for
Human mythologies, urban folklore
Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure
Wicked theology robbing the poor
Scheme demonology mislead the pure
Strict and strategically, studying war
Light shown in darkness, image exposed
Few can see through the new emperor's clothes
Lustful this hussle turns humans to hoes
When the blind lead the blind
Just more trouble and woes
It's the mind that they chose
It's designed to stay closed
Standards of jokers, court just a logic
Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college
Primitive man with civilised knowledge
System collapse and he still won't acknowledge
God is the saviour, studies behaviour
Trying to fix the mind that he gave ya
Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds
Wishing their problems were all in their heads
Moral dilemma, pride is the root
Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth
Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead
Imperially led, by the gods in their head
Motives and thoughts
Industrial wealth
Global economy, in for itself
Heart full of madness, covered with kind
Pleasure designed to take over your mind
Furnished in godliness, painted in good
This talented priesthood got real saints misunderstood
While classes in government, set up the veil
And cultivate minds for more mythical tales
Typical Hollywood follies good girl
While vice and corruption take over the world
Motives and thoughts
Check your motives and thoughts
Blind with the wickedness deep in your heart
Modern day wickedness is all you've been taught
Lied to your neighbours, so you get ahead
Modern day trickery is all you've been fed
Motives and thoughts
Check your motives and thoughts
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to show thee the estates and isles
Of the heavens
For
Thy name shall I crochets in their capitals
And let the
Unheeded and hidden secrets
Of each one of them in thy palms
Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to buy thee the charms of castles
Lying cuddly on the cosmics
For
Thee shall be my god and thy servant shall I become
And perform all thy whims to the very last syllable
Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to clad thy soul with garments of the rainbows
For
Thee shall gloss and *****
The sights of crafts
Running on golden asphalt
And make them collide with the pillars of the rays
Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to get thee the finest jewelleries
That sparkle better than the figurine of the stars
And on thy finger
Shall I sit the most piety of all diamonds as my theme of love
And make the angels glower with chagrin
Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to teach thee how I brew the storms and weathers
For
Your care shall I leave the whips
Of the recalcitrant thunders
And make thee assimilate them with thy counsel
Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to lay thee on the hallowed beds I nursed
There
Shall I leak the ***** of my prowess
Into thine ears
And lick thy feet,showing thee the heavens
A Word For A Walk
To You Getrude
So much love❤
©Historian E.Lexano
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
he was the one
he had the cosmics in his eyes
and magic in his touch
he smiled when he sighed
and his hands were a little rough
he was beautiful in a way
that it was a secret to those who knew him
and it was a privelege to say
that I know everything
he was the one
who had me running and hoping and praying to my phone
nervous and axious that he'd laugh at my stupid jokes
he was the one who saw me with no makeup on
and stayed up sleepy talkin' bout crazy things til' dawn
he was the one
who ripped me sore with betrayal of a different shade of lipstick on his stained white collar
he was the one who stitched me back with fake apologies
and since it wasn't quite genuine
I had splitted at the seams
he was the one
who made me understand
the heart of the silly, pathetic girls
I used to scoff at
he was the one
who taught me greed
that sometimes people want more than they need
he was the one
he was.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
4 Black Walls
A streak of silver in the middle
One Man lays here
His Eyes
Stare 100ft ahead of him
Unblinking
His fingers
Twitch Timelessly
As if he's reminscing piano keys
Playing a simple symphony of jazzy tunes
Throughout
The Room
World immersed in darkness,spotted with headlights of the cosmics
Always conscious of every swift movement
Arises
The Beast
Feeds on the intestines of vanity
It never had a dream
It only knows what you know
Birthed in a world full of carnage
Always balancing on deaths margin
Destined to return to the soil
It realizes its worth
In disguise
Still being drowned in its enviroment
It merges
Eyes
Glare full of Hunger,Hostility,Animosity,Pursuit.
It Immerses itself into oblivion
Bares Fangs at
The Room
Let every headstone spell out infernal doom
Shimmering eyes in the silhouettes
The Room
Filled with innocence,imagination,overflowing spirits,bashful spectars
After souls nectar like morning dews on
Black Petunias
The Ominous is beautiful too
Like how nebulas decorate the universe
Now Welcome
As you enter
The Room
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC