California dreams turning to wildfires
Inferno previews of an eternal hellfire What remains of the plains Explains the terrains that trains Our thoughts rearrange our domain So when it rains the grass will be soft We thirst for desires that lead our soul to expire Where no man can rescue what I see is deeper Because I burn with virtue natural disasters From artificial matters shows there’s a chess match From 2 masters It’s like the Devil a baby playing with an electrical plug And God is the parent that smacks his hand away And give him a hug and we are the current of existence Electrified by ignorance
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You can speak clearly But if you do not think well Your words will fall short All words have power Excessive use is not more Just say what you must When times were better We did not see an end to What now rests in ash In this moment is All that can ever be and All that never will While laying on a bed of steel, one must seriously question if life is real,
Or merely a thought from a twisted child, whose life’s enjoyment is the deforming of smiles, Into garish forms of beauty’s past, amf life’s endless dreams are callously dashed Across waves of grief and torment and spite, but still we look for that glimmer of light, In the faces of friends and family stills, we grab what we can to reinforce our wills, For the battle with the child is never won, but merely something to create a song, That is the life we question in doubt, but live nonetheless to away the mount, Of turmoil this child has heaped en mass, quantities of sorrow and so we cash In our chips and lay them out for all to see and all to count The value of one against the other, rather than just accepting your brother Or sister who fights as much as you, but you don’t care for they are who Left you alone when you were in need of help and all that you could see, Was you were in pain so you closed your eyes to the need of them who also have tied To win the war with the child undefeated, when with your help they just may have beat it, Who laughs and consoles in glee, for you have become what it needed you to be, And so the child was again and again, because you can’t figure out what it means to be friend VISIONS OF APOCALYPSE NOW ARMAGEDDON, FAMILIES SCARED TO DIE BUT HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO GET READY. AN EXPLOSION FROM THE DISTANCE SMOKE RISES LOOK LIKE A MUSHROOM, FROM A DISTANCE PEOPLE STAND BY AND WATCH PRAYING THE WORLD IS NOT DOOMED, IF HEAVEN HAS A PLACE FOR ME GOD PLEASE MAKE ROOM, I'LL BE THE ONE STANDING IN LINE NOT WEARING ANY SHOES.
Babyshaq is an acronym.
Born a Boss Yet So Humble and Quiet But I'm breaking my silence. She crept up in my life like a ninja or a car thief I fell in love in the quickness of a heart beat She Pierced my soul like shark teeth, and its shark week But she... She wasn't the woman for me at the moment I used to be timid and tiptoed around with my thoughts and emotions Its not that I'm secretive, devious nonvocal, or unsocial. Just private, And Despised confrontation and commotion. A childish prideful devotion Fearful of being judged by my peers for loving a woman who's very conspicuous. Temptation to air out that dirty laundry solicited my mental illnesses Those actions would've been insidious. So I stayed Silent. Living a Double life on many nights my infidelities kept me from being reminded. Years past and I wonder what's the sense. Love can enhance the SMELL of her fragrance, the TASTE of her nectar, the feel of her TOUCH and leave a man BLINDED to all her imperfections. And anything negative will fall on DEAF ears. Today is the day I've broken that Silence and we can finally hear, What I've kept concealed for so many years... I don't hate her for what she was or love her for what her potential is I love her for who she IS! And it feels good to finally say it LOUD and clear. Sometimes, Hell can become an illusion that prepares us for what is to come…
To be swallowed by our own iniquities Is equivalent to being engulfed in flames While gazing down into an empty hole With no bottom, Yet left with the chance To walk the straight and narrow… The warmth of the kitchen carried the delicious smells through the house
The chilled night air stifled the unwelcome scent that we carried, Of turkey, and pasta, steamed carrots, green beans, cream corn and cranberry sauce. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose it over anchovy and sardine gravy. It’s a family dinner, most were there, except for a few cousins, who were out elsewhere “We’re in this together, now it’s a family affair,” spoke by one in the darkness to any who would hear. Soon, we all gathered at the table, and one after another, as usual, everyone started their own prayer Our little congregation soon reached the backyard tree, in which sat two crows whose eyes shone like mirrors This created an argument, since no three played the same, and each refused to acknowledge another god’s name. Like two rulers or kings, it seemed they passed judgement on us with the beat of their wings “Personally, I do not care if we agree on Allahu Akbar, in Jesus’ name, or by Yahweh we pray, cause it’s all just the same.” As they flew down and away, so silent it seemed, that they now seemed like ghosts, if you know what I mean At least that’s what I tried to say, before it got so loud I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Now came the task at hand, having to dig a grave for this poor young man. As tempers flared from anger and intolerance, so I started to make my way to the back door that leads outside. With the task done we lowered him down, all the while spilling down fragrant oils over his body and our hands I heard a crashing noise just as I crossed the threshold, and then everything went dark, and felt so cold With a prayer to the universe, a matchbook was dropped, then a perfumed fire brought warmth to our lot His mother screamed first, then the arguing stopped, my cousin was dead in a doorway, killed by a shard of a smashed bowl. Then tears held by shock and emotions froze by need are released by the understanding of what has been wrought It was an accident, on this we all agreed, he didn’t have many ties in life, so we decided to bury him by the backyard tree And so, sad and distraught, we all still give thanks for the blessing he brought to the family We collected his body and grabbed the needed tools, this whole ordeal, though, is really just too much for me. For with his death, our divisions ceased, and now our bonds are stronger, it’s just messed up that his death accomplished that need. Let these three see you first Lord
I don’t think I’m ready for judgement. The light too bright. I’m not scared of heights But when it comes to my life Please excuse my stagefright. Especially when I know I wasn’t doing right. What happened to me anyway. I pray for atonement right now I’m relying on my 6th sense I’m having a Bruce Willis moment Did I work towards a solution, was I spiritually lazy? Will I be stuck around loved ones like Patrick Swazy? Aw man this is crazy Then I heard a loud voice This is my son Listen to his voice I realized eternity is a choice I like it here, I want to stay It’s peaceful, a heavenly noise Most of us choose to live our entire lives in the darkness
When the light was always one step away I LOVE FRUIT ESPECIALLY WATERMELON IT'S A LOT OF SEEDS, AND WATER BUT THE MEAT OF IT IS SUCCULENT AND SWEET. MATTER OF FACT WATERMELON IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST OUT OF ALL FRUIT. I MAY NOT WANT TO EAT TOO MUCH BEFORE GOING TO BED, BUT WHEN IM FINISH WITH THIS PIECE THAT GREEN CIRCLE THING THATS CALLED THE RHINE, IM GOING TO PUT IT OVER MY HEAD.
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