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Julian Delia Aug 2019
Last July was the hottest month, ever.
That is, ever since we ‘officially’ started tracking weather.
The Earth is lying on the bathroom floor, wrists severed;
I wonder whether this is a storm we can weather,
Or whether we’ll all perish together.

Greenland lost 12.5 billion tonnes of ice sheets.
That is,
The island that was 80% ice is becoming one, giant, puddle.
The earth is about to be slain, a warrior conceding defeat;
Huddle up, give your loved ones a cuddle,
For we are so troubled that any aliens out there must be truly befuddled.

My generation was born with a guillotine looming over our heads.
An impending sense of dread,
As corporations put on their executioner’s hoods,
And reach for the lever.
A sordid reality in which to save the planet,
One must fight one’s own government;
A reality in which we may have done permanent damage,
A reality in which valour gets no monuments,
But only condemnation and incarceration.

Remember these names:

Julian Assange. Currently awaiting an 18-count indictment charge from the US.

Edward Snowden. Could face up to 30 years in prison if the US get their hands on him.

Chelsea Manning. Spent 7 years in prison.

Abdullah Öcalan. In prison since 1999.

Edem Bekirov. A man who has been dying in prison for the past year.

Benny Tai. Sentenced to over a year for fighting for what is right.

Nasser Zefzafi. In prison for the next 20 years.

Kerry Shakaboona Marshall. A man who received a life sentence aged 17 years old.

Simon Blevins, Richard Roberts, and Richard Loizou. Sentenced to over a year for fighting fracking.

Tim DeChristopher. 21 months for fighting oil and gas pipelines.

Stella Nyanzi. The raunchy Ugandan poetess who cannot be tamed, no matter how many times prison beckons.

This list is basically endless.
It is saturated in blood that drips from the corners of the page,
Soaked in the rage of brave men and women, living in a cage.

Depression. Exhaustion. Numbness.
Oppression and a lack of caution,
Leading us to this dumb mess.
This can no longer be the norm.
We can no longer conform,
Nor can we compromise or haggle;
We must reverse our own demise,
For this is our generation’s battle.
The pain of our extinction.
low poetry Jan 2019
friends
those with whom we shared our stories
it’s time to farewell
i’m sorry

I’ve decided to seek the truth
So, I must stop the storytelling
We shared that amazing youth
That gave birth to my rebellion
Taught me how to be alright with being wrong
Showed me the ways, which I could belong

Smart goals and networks are not for me
My desire is abstract and unknown freedom
That exists nor in the city or in the family
But, surely, near those magic trees in edem
The core intention is to accumulate the vitality
Breaking through the walls of civil mentality

my final destination is the state of self
where all stuff sorted on the one shelf
where the body is a temple
spirit is a whole
nature is the teacher
and words are under control
where the only currency is energy
time is absolute
where the only possession is awareness
and love is a root

so, guys, our story ends
now,
death is my only friend
character - is the ability to carry out a resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed
It was a, late night,
I never forget the pictures
In my eyesight,
Iight, just another drama, slash
****** and comma,
Cuz I'ma,
Take you on a one way street, where the
Devil's love to meet,
Beyond the crossroads, many
Guns explode,
See how many souls go,
To heaven but this life is hell,
How can I dwell,
In the house of the Lord,
When all the commandments failed,
Miss the extension of jail, Executed Moses route well,
Staffs turned into snakes, let it rattle
And bite at the Jakes,
It's been war since man,
Crawled out the slime,
Scents of apple pine, fogged its
Way from the treeline,
Had freedom, took sins over
The Garden of Edem, preachers sayin' believe 'em,
Tiers of heaven, I seen 'em,
Gnostic wisdom, watch me bleed 'em,
Manual scripts,
Serenade ya mind from the words encrypt,
Came off the mothership,
Every body tries to dip,
When death confronts em,
They wanna redeem,
But ain't no redeemin',
When the curves sickle is gleamin',
From the sunshine beamin,
Hunters of heaven,
Got demons screamin', either it be physical
Or spiritual,
Some folks do it for commercial, I do it
For the love of the dough,
Wait that's the worlds motto,
Greed love ecstasy and jealousy
Loves to follow,
Open up ya soul like a hallow,
Point blank,
At the purgatory gates, waiting
To get a thanks,
From the sender, no pretender
No exits only an enter,
Tormented by pain, died in vain, repeat
Visions of gore, on the window pane,
Seapin,
Down the walls engrained,
People standing,
Tryna make sense of the madness,
That came,
Three thousands flames,
Lit up and let the balloons go,
Welcome to the Passover show,
I still feel the pain from Lot,
Too many quick to body rot,
Tears of thunder, running down my face
Like snot,
Another victim next up for the plot,
****** sees no races,
Like the judges over court cases,
Only money is the culprit,
Feds to states love to benefit,
A Soulless maze, beyond where
Tactics are made,
No sun lemonade, we prefer dark shades,
While folks ain't seeing,
How the country is raid,
Guns on every corner played,
By the mass media,
Spitting cycle's of wars encyclopedia,
Y'all need ta,
Pay attention to the real, hot shots of the steel,
Leaving folks with a dead conscious appeal,
Let's be real,
I'm like hairs that still, from the coldness
That brings the chill,
Armors of a golden shield, dressed for combat, so I'm ready to ****,
Any intruder, take you through the thrills of
Buddha,
To suit ya,
Mind at ease, walk with me  through the galaxy of Galilee,
Reduction of chaos, so
Keep ya stress pain free,
You in the presence of the Godly,
Check it, i hope yall understand me,
Like 19 keys, cop a few cuties out in Belize, please believe,
Money comes first, then the power,
To get enemies showered,
Well under and devoured,
I took a pinch of the flowers,
Scented in the garden of edem,
People saying dont believe em,
And i dont care if they don't feel em,
I got ninth dimensions, casting spells,
Putting marks on shells,
Nightmares of the holy grail,
Only time will tell,
Is my soul free or is it for sell?,
Valuable lessons, learned quick,
From gripping the smiff and lessons,
Knuckleheads getting a blessing,
Then have the nerves,
To say they stressin,
Never undermind a blessing, and curse to gift of guessin',
In this game of life, aint no fair shake
With the hand rolls on the dice,
Shorty looking nice, but i see the slit tongue spliced,
Demoness with breast, rising from the east to the west,
I manifest, only the realness when herbs fills within my chest,
Only reggies the best,
Dont **** with the kush, get ya soul pushed,
Back into other ****, thays counterfeit, money in my hands giving flips,
To stacks of hundreds, while im a slave to the hundred,
Years of freedom, went from the chattery, to the corporate daily,
Reporting to masters its crazy,
Broke the chains, of misery,
Now im lazy, nothing these days phase me,
Radio airways dont play me,
Realness is a menace to truth, i preach the gospel, with lonely tear drops,
Til i open the eyes of rhe youth,






Moneys the universal language,
Or better yet linguistics,
Hoes wana grab the biscuit,
Like they owning it,
But i stay showing it,
See how the loot, make hoes go round,
Carousel bound, like earth making its rounds,
Joker splitter, see the hitman markers his hitter,
Giving bodies jitters,
Like when im on the mic,
I treat it right,
Flip more rhymes than tongues to ****,
Better yet let it hang like Mike,
On a fadeaway, begans the takeway,
Fools putting false reps like MLK,
Say,
They down for the community,
But all i see piercing,
In the community,
Gangs and ****, sold out for cheap hits,
No leaders, just a bunch of court cases,
And the biggest killers always remain faceless,
Wonderin' why, i was placed on this earth,
Only to scream at birth,
Replays of my hearse, before i see my hearse,
Throw it in reverse,
Now i got mad years to rehearse,
Before i get a taste of the thirst,
death,
The bigger fear, is in the last breath,
Live right or die wrong,
Tryna figure out this song,
That Teddy played,
The melody, tryna feed me,
But i gotta corrupt energy,
From what the, media feeds me,
Envy seems to be me,
Naw it aint me,
Staring at the whole world scenery,
Hands tied, thinkin' am i bound, for a homicide,


Eyes close, as tears run down my cheek to nose,
Im thinking of those,
Who passed before me,
And ways of those ignore me,
Bonded, by evil necessities,
They say its necessary,
Cuz evil finds good,
And good loves the evil,
Devils and Gods been boxing,
For centuries, so i guess we made to be natural enemies,
Ate fermented fruit,
Off the trees of Edem,
So its hard for me to believe in,
The philosophy preached from the heavenly,
So i guess its just me vs me,
Divine Edem Efa Dec 2024
It is Christmas once again
A time were we all must silence our pain
To a happiness we must attain

It is Christmas once again
The sky a clock to show what festive time
Wishes to the firmament it climbs
Family seated round the table to dine
On the festive meat

It is Christmas once again
Oh! What time of joy it is
To celebrate the coming of our Lord
The one true God

Born of flesh
Through the spirit
The altars of demons
He was destined to destroy

Critics may wonder
A God made of clay?

Yes the heads of demons
He was meant to slay
The price of our sins he came to pay

It is Christmas once again
The time he brought glee to our mournful gloom
And made our withering petals bloom
This day is worth a celebration

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL NATIONS .


Divine Edem Efa.
This poem is to tell the importance of Christmas and the possible feeling the people have when celebrating it
Tuned into gods net worth, new old age rebirth,
Now the folks aint holding up the worth,
The fake is real,
And the youngins holding the steel,
Claiming they got peace,
But aint no peace, while staging in the belly of the beast,
I sit back, still got scrapes from the last suppers feast,
Move to the mid-west from the east,
candy stones in the teeth,
Flashes for temporary cashes, soon to be cashless, and the crash is,
Slowly coming, the birds aint humming,
I used to wanna bust somethin',
These demons is real,
Always reveal, revelation genesis appeal,
intercoursed with angels,
in all angles, perversions spiritually eaten off the mangels,
Hard to untangle, ***** and Gemorrah, hard to ignore tha,
Wages of sin, we still caged in, say we living, but still trapped within,
The same **** they went thru back then,
In the zone,
Purple haze amazed, blessed by the star cropped daze,
And my memory aint phased, these days, i reminisce Isaac Hayes,
A long ride to Phoenix, Arizona in a Tacoma, hot as a suana,
From these rhymes ya gonna,
Wanna recite ignite, the quiets snipe, the horns in the corner,
Waiting to blow like Satchmo, or Dizzy Gillespie sippin' Pepsi,
Glass touch cobra clutch, remember the double dutch,
But these days everythings in a rush, i just keep it on the hush,
Heavy writer so im bound to crush, ectasy mind no paranoia,
speakin' divine words check the notes of my Rap Torah,



Fiery roads, cropped like the crossroads,
The devils abode,
Many people keep ties to the mold,
Eyes the windows of the soul,
See how they control,
Manipulate the console, broke the remote control,
Took back my mind, now I hold,
The power of Adam,
Back in the garden, of Edem before the sins engraved in em,
And the snakes that spit venom,
In the ear of Eve,
Please believe, these modern day prophecies,
It aint no conspiracy, just peep the pedigrees, and you'll see,
What I see,
Timelines of destruction, institute the percussion,
From the fallen angels, laying instruments of torment,
Every head and tongue shall confess, touch the hearts of the chosen, and miss the rest,
It ain't no rapture, you've been captured,
By the melody,
Soon to be a release of ol' felonies,
The truth is slain,
The lies the vein, everyday we living higher than *******,
No remains, of humans on sight, marine spirits moving thru the night,
The hunt is on, from dusk to dawn, you aint seeing them, but im seein' em run,
I focus on my sons,
Teach em we are the ones, lost on this earthly kingdom,

— The End —