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Soul Scribe Apr 2018
My volume dial turned left to 14,
My AC dial turned up because I can't breathe,
The rain dropping down hitting glass and then smearing clean
By my wipers who shoot the water off scene.
Continually firing no need for hiring for the wipers wipe for my drive entirely,
My daughter in the back seat trying to see blinded by the water forming a shining sea
Reflecting from the headlights on the cars in front,
Detecting slick roads ahead the car trys to save itself,
Explaining, "don't worry daughter is just hydroplaning
Because it's raining the rain picked up the tires from the road okay?"
I'm scared but I hide the feeling the itch on the back of my neck it's gaining momentum as we slide faster what the heck all these security functions on the car so I can see through the rain, but it won't save me.


The car stopped but the wipers still firing.
My daughter crying in the back screaming "daddy please don't go just yet I have something to say!
I got a boyfriend today his name's Bret,
I thought it was neat that your names were the same,
But unlike his I'll remember yours for all my days,
Goodbye, Dad."
A short poem capturing the last moments of a daughter and her father. While he tries to protect his daughter from the fear of the upcoming crash, the daughter is keeping quite about the new boy as to protect the father from the fear of losing his little girl. They both kept quite in order to protect. But in the end they were both separated forever.
Liam hopson Oct 2018
MY FAITH IS GODS IMAGINATION
MY FAITH IS MY LIFES CREATION
ITS ENTRUSTED TO YOU FROM BIRTH
ITS WITH YOU FOR THE WHOLE DURATION
MY FAITH, IN GOD, IS MY SALVATION

DON'T BE AFRAID IF YOU CAN NO LONGER FEEL
DON'T BE EMBARRASSED IF YOU NO LONGER KNEEL
YOUR FAITH IS A BELIEF THAT NO ONE CAN STEAL
YOUR FAITH IS YOUR ANSWER TO YOUR WORST ORDEAL

SCIENCE TRYS TO HARD TO PROVE HEAVEN IS ONLY SCIENCE FICTION
THEY SAY THERE WAS NO JESUS
THEY SAY THERE WAS NO CRUCIFIXION
BELIEF IN GOD IS JUST A DELUSION BUT MORE HARMFUL THAN A HERION ADDICTION

THEY SAY RELIGION ONLY CAUSES WAR AND MASS DESTRUCTION
BUT ITS NOT GODS WORD'S
ITS NOT GODS WORDS OF INSTRUCTION
ITS NOT GODS HANDS THAT PUT WEAPONS INTO PRODUCTION
ITS NOT GODS MONEY THAT PAYS FOR ALL THIS MILITARY CONSTRUCTION

ITS THE SUPER RICH WHO CREATE THESE DEADLY WARS
THEY PLOT AND PLAN LIKE EVIL VAMPIRES HIDDEN BEHIND REINFORCED WALLS
THERE ONLY SATISFIED WHEN WE ARE ALL STARVING BEGGING ON ALL FOURS
GOD HAS INFORMED ME TO WRITE THIS BOOK TO INFORM SO WE CAN FINALLY GET EVEN AND SETTLE THE SCORES.
Vasilis Jan 26
I may fool myself,
But dont be fooled you dont.
I mean yourself
To think you know.

Its a deeper meaning,
A closer look,
The ones-self i mean
To define as a whole.

Its not just this term
That words cant describe.
Each letter of any language,
The meaning depends on how you write.

But who gives the meaning?
And how it came to be?
If someone continuesly trys to wonder,
The mind will set to agony.

Your only comfort is your inner peace
And you constantly looking to find.
What many have died in search for,
Its only a threat and your mind will decline.

So you can't understand yourself,
Because there is no meaning in ones-self.
Its a paradox world which you only have to accept.
1st attempt :)
Ken Pepiton Jul 14
I saw Satan fall, vicarious and all, y'know
the storyteller, said
lend me your ears

should you chose to lend to a king on a verbal agreement that
the king repay the loan on demand
"ask and ye shall receive"
but you,
got nada t' lend,
best intendere covers only one bubble,
my ownliest one.
--- here, watch, see reality stretch
--- intendere stretch
--- seventh inning, whose at bat , but you,

ad lib ad hoc you are Casey...

and there, the story ended, I told it, oh so well

born in the po' house, had a cowbell for a toy,
sing me some ain't got no money blues

If i reckon I need money fo' me some ol' new shoes
if I reckon I need money I be be be leaven one set o' footprints
in yo' sand.

come turn that backgound buzz down low,
fall wit' me t'see the show

I saw Satan fall, vicarious and all, y'know,
like lightening black,
after flash,

in a movie, HD, 3 inches from my left eye,
my right eye never saw.

old time ******* could not imagine
the level of segregation
at the corpus colostrum epi-phun-junction

that can be employed to prevent the left
hand from being judged by the right,

for lack of knowing. Eh? Who imagined ignorance
was less bliss than this

peace past standing under all the liefy remnants
from trys
past trys, some same as now,

some how

better
with you aware of you being so valuable,

one part in eight billion, pure you, like,
tried, in the finer's fire,
seven times - in ever
there has never been
a snowflake more unique than you.

(snowflake recrudesence, there's a rub)

Tell me why would you imagine meaning
hidden in snowflake, the word?
is there a nibbler from society a-tempting you?

Come and see. Does that tempt you?
Sunday sounds in the back ground. The hermit tunes into ******* and witnesses the moment the tiny white butterfly chimed in,
Lillith May 10
There is this girl who lights up my life
I wish she would stop picking up that knife

If she trys to go and starts fading fast
I will be in extremis
I will panic and scream and cry
And beg for someone to help me
Help me make it to her in time
Help me get rid of thise lines

If she ever leaves me I will be dejected,
Depressed,
Downcast,
Miserable,
I would blame myself for it all,
I will be closed of,
and maybe even on the brink of death,
But If she does leave me on this Earth alone
I wouldn't know were to go;
Daniel eason Apr 2
As I drift through life
Pain and anger trys to divide me
I'm not the person I used to be
But still judged on negativity from the past
Will these feelings I feel last
Everyday is a task
I need positive energy to flow again
Back to my previous mind frame
All that's happened can't be changed
So why am i still to blame
Forgive and forget
Lifes too short for regret and shame
Just let me be the person I want to be
Money isn't a necessity
Id rather be homeless and happy
Than live a life forced upon me
A poem about how im feeling at the moment
Father Jul 2018
Um basically that I'm not crazy that she's being rediculous  and selfish and legit tell me I'm right not dismiss it like oh how about we try and work with her even more then what I just sent u and have her make it even more difficult on me u all think it so easy I get off work at 9 no way I could take him to school and my son will want to see his family at my house not just Legoland everyone always thinking of themselves and **** one day I won't be here and then everyone will see how far I was pushed and how hard. I worked and how hard I tried and when that happens itll be too late because I'll be gone u have ur kids u have ur husband Stephen does everyone has someone I legit am all I have so the only kind of love I get to where I feel like I'm needed is my son he's all I have and what keeps me going but Jesus iv been fighting like a maniac for almost 6 years now to keep him in my life and sacrifice my health my happiness my everything just so I can pay child support and try to get him as much as I'm able outa of pure selfishness no one gets it no one trys to get it everyone is focused on everything else to really see what's going on u have no idea how many times I write my good bye letters to everyone but stop when I get to my son because I legit can't and won't and absolutely refuse to leave him alone with that ***** and that selfish family all he has but Jesus dude I'm not super man I get **** from everyone in every direction and constantly get told and made to feel like I'm hated and everything else when I legit do so much for everyone and care so much about everyone and the one thing I have my happiness is my child my son and I never get to even take him for more than a day and I'm dead tired because I work my *** off to distract myself from my ****** existence and misserey I've been thru hell and back my entire life and I'm stronger because of it but no one understands that my laughter my smiles my jokes my comedy is to distract me and everyone else to the reality that I'm on the verge of death the verge of giving up the verge of loosing hope the verge of saying goodbye to the one thing that deserves so much more than I could give my baby boy my hero my heart my soul my everything my pride and joy how happy I was to find out of his creation and ready I was to bring the beautiful blessing to the world into my life how ready I was to be there and watch the miracle of him every step every laugh every tiny amazing miracle of him growing and learning and I've had all the dreams all the hope  to be there and deserved to be there still deserve to be there and missed so much of his life because of a evil hateful selfish heartless demon that manipulated my mind my actions and my heart and took what strength I had and fed on it with pleasure and sick love for destroying my soul I'm living in hell and the demon that is evil has fed clawed and ****** away my will to the point where I'm just a dim light of what I was born to be and have the potential to be the light is almost out and my little savior my baby boy is left with nothing but a shadow a like a belief that his protector didn't care and wasn't there and the demon will feed him nothing but lies and hate and fill him with nothing but hate and  resentment and confusion and anger until his sweet Innocents vanishes and light starts to dim and left to feel all alone this is as deep as it gets do I share this do I send this questions I am left with do I open up and cry for help scream for help problem is I've been screaming for years and I'm trapped so far into the darkness that no one can see or hear the crys the begging and pleading for it to end save me Help me someone but there's no one just me my miracle and the demon trying to devour what's left of my soul and diminish me from existence and tarnish and manifest itself to become the very image of me and my baby boy will look at me as nothing but the very  demon  that left him without a father as the demon feeds him the darkness I left behind the memory of me will be nothing but a random thought that will be covered up by lies and fear and resentment in my child's eyes because the demon is now me in my child's eyes and that's when the demon wins that's when the demon is finally full not after I'm gone but when the last bit of love or light I leave behind is replaced with itself and my baby boy thinks of me as nothing but the very demon that destroyed me then just maybe then the demon will win cause now the demon is my son's mother the only one there and becomes the hero and I become the demon in his eyes I'm lost I'm afraid I'm alone and begging and pleading for it to change to end to stop in the end if hell is for ever and if I'm in hell and it really is for ever then the only thing I'll be wanting or screaming or hoping is for it to end to stop to cease to exist in the end my enemy is not the demon feeding on my soul it's the never ending pain and suffering the forever the continue the hope the urge to keep going in the end my enemy is time and the only way I can stop time is to take my self out of the equation and the light that is left the life the will to live goes out dies disappears and leaves nothing but a void and darkness like it never existed good bye is close and hope is lost my will is gone nothingness is where I'm headed my little miracle is all that keeps the light inside my soul lit the flame is low and I'm affraid that it won't last or make it
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Ken Pepiton May 21
Who, me. I don't know,
I'll ask We, the people.

How has the world,
the one we share, you with me, I with thee,
how has our reality
come to today
surrounded by hooting proud warriors lauding their leaders
made kings by the magi and the tax collectors and spenders?

That's the question.
I think it's a test, or a temptation, knowing the answer might **** us.

Do the math, or believe an expert who says
he knows he knows, an
experienced thinker and weigher of big ideas.

Choose an expert, Yahoo, Goggle experts in interesting time one.
You choose.
Only for now. These teasing toy journeys are only real
in your way of thinking.

An expert in words at play or
an expert in words of war
or work or woe or
joy and
strength'n'vigorishit--
use-ery compounded into stone
an expert in dark, full-on absense of light, al
right, al
ready -- the expert
you let be smarter than you, by God, or any other witness,

that expert better be having more than historical authority, okeh.

Gears used to grind, stick-shift,
yoost to lever m'thematically synchronized
wheels in wheels,
lesser gears, experienced old grease monkey knows,
between those,
is where m'monkey wrench goes.

Bring wheels in wheels to a screeching halt!

Like by the River of Tebar, very hard to write such thoughtscenes,
he trys, um-phailure, deep breath,

look around, selah.
Kiss the son, taste the son, know the son as brother, as gotchabacker
friend, who is the way, the truth, and the life.

No lie is of the truth. There is a basic algorythm in 2019.
AND in 2019 I have an idea that works for me,

the null set can hold any evil any mind, mortal or otherwise,
can conceive.

Napoleon Hill seeds sometimes sown as weeds to choke a crop of lies,
"What the mind of man can conceive, it can acheive."
Ah, so:
Man as a whole, he is thought to have meant, mankind, wombed and un;
but he may have meant man as in, any one man, wombed or un.

--- end first course --- recycle all utensils
an exexcerpt ussurpet my stuttering muse has returned, Any interest in a novel written in this style?
For3ver Sep 2018
She walks to the car and stares inside. A father of god, dressed in black, stares back lookin straight at her frontside. She looks around, keeping aware of her surrondings. "20 for head,  80 for the workings." The father pulls out a hundred, sets it right on the dash. The girl stares at it, hoping to spend it on some hash. She goes down, trying to ease the pain... she thinks of other things that happend before that day. Mother, 16, ***** in the back of a party. Test came back positive, she cried for hours. She decides to keep it, father ran out, shunned from the family... shes forced to have it in the bathroom.
Fast foward 10 years, young lady. Ahead of her time, the smartest in her family. At the age of 5 she was givin up, mother couldnt handle the presures of growing up. New family treats her right until one night, the new father forces himself upon her... she trys to fight. She wakes up to beating, saying she disrespected and must leave them. Shes put onto the streets, 15 years old no family. She turns to prostitution, its the only way she can think of surviving. An abused young women, beauty hidden beneath, hidden by the make up and bruises from the beatings. She keeps a positive additude, saying shell make it one day, as the a car pulls up and asks how much to pay. Perverts pull over, one at a time. A 15 year old used and abused, the cops dont bat an eye at the crime.
It comes back to present, she finshes the father up, takes the hundred and gets out the truck. She continues to wait on the corner, it starts to rain. She starts walkin home, smoking a dubbie to try and stay sane.
She lays in bed, contimplating her life, wondering if she should continue on... she holds the knife. She puts it to her throat and starts to cut, the sudden rush makes her queesy in her gut. She puts the knife down and smokes her bowl, the high helps her relax and be with her soul. She goes to sleep and forgets about today, her thoughts focused on tommorow, its a new day.
The cycle repeats forever and on, nothing ever changes, all these womens souls are gone. No hope, no one to stay, no one to sit with them and ask about there day. The girls stay alone forever and on, nothing ever changes for the lost ones.
Once again, very tired. Proably shouldnt post but its a bad take on my story taking writing, hopefully next try will be better... hopefully when im not tired. Thank you all

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