By Arcassin Burnham

Brainwashed over time to not believe the theories,
Talking , why you speak to Siri?
For all your problems , you get weary,
I let God sort it out,
Hasn't come down from the throne,
His presence was there since birth,
But I hope he desends his physical on Earth,
So the lust and the evils will disappear,
No longer embezzling death and fear,
Do your research on everything and you'll be fine
In a world this crooked dear,
And they say,
"People take care of their phones like pets instead of really taking of themselves",
And that's why the parents nowadays need professional help,
And counseling for the love ones they lost to text messages and tweets,
Did the tax dollars really just move on their own and grew feet,
Man the devils busy just like God has funny ways​ of miracles,
Rope is tight for black people that America provoked,
Staging wars for other countries trying to **** us , Trump that's you?
The end is near , and they are gonna sensor this by the time that I get this through.

Dream of u holding me
You are the warmth on my back
As the dark desends
I jumped outta a lucid dream
I felt your heat
Touch my tattoo
Felt like your limbs gripping
Like legs twisting and arms stretching
Maybe its cuz i was faded
But i remembered
The warmth
Your fingers on my chest
You and me at
A cross road
Even if this is the red giant
Even if this is the bursting of molecules
Even if its the strangling of the fire
The dampening of emotions
Or melting magnets
The curtain call
The end of it all
Your body was at rest
And your heat
Was once again my comfort
As the darkness desends
And eyelids became heavy.

I lift my  arms high in praise to heaven having found you down here for my own.love has made me stronger and so much better I could never have faced each battle or won every victory on my own .so wear a purple ribbon as a sign of togatherness  in your hair my fair one and when sweet slumber comes as night desends  in that spirit of contentment know that i'll  always be faithfully there.

Only so much illusion
Qualms the confusion
Borne upon
The empty soapbubbles
As they assend into skies
Where placid wlnds
Pretends
To be itself in disguise
While the sun
With deep regret
Desends into darkness
Beyond the edge of it
Which is in denial
As the cause of
Some solar implosion
Night after night
The remnants
Splatter themselves
Upon lucid skies
Immune to the horror
After so many times
No nonsense
Will be tolerated
At this somber time
When the fading light
Drags across
A pervious shroud
That somewhere
Beyond reason
Of  the mortal mind
There
Holds promises
Of superiority
Where the hopes
Of faith beyond
Dreams combined
By tiny pinpoints
Lights that ignites
Autonomous visions
Soon confined
To a Godless decision
Borne upon
Intelligent design
Where  those skies
That once inspired
Now lay mired
In that darkness
Beyond
That edge where.
The sun goes to die
To be born again
rising from the east
Yet there seems
To be no regret
That modern being
Bathed in eternal light
See no GOD in darkness
Those skies that lit faith
Hold less mystery
When faith
Is bound to earth
And only so much illusion
Qualms the confusion
Of those not borne
Away on those
Faith filled soapbubbles
Ascending
To anywhere beyond
The intelligent design
Of manmade darkness
Where
No true light
Is now allowed to shine

Darkness of the world
Desends upon my soul
The smile from your face
Fills me with the light of hope


The world tries to get in my way
One look at your smile
Clears the way