Posts Tagged ‘ guilt ’

Here & Now

If you’re here

It isn’t
By mistake.


Get what you want.
The bullshitting
Doesn’t fertilize
For theories sake.

In the end
You’re right on time
Or rearrange.

Wants Melt

I don’t take
Very well.

It’s either
You love me
Or you
Can go to hell.

Like the creator
Above me

And all
Ones left with
Are the conviction
In them selves…

All I wanted was her heart
She wore
like a belt.

Kill time
Her flesh
She gave to someone else.

The angels
Would Tend to cry
Her demons
Couldn’t stand the smell.

The blood
Of something Greater
Would more times than not
Fiercely Compel.

Creating a cycle
That would reflect
The flaming fires
Of hell.

Only to look back
And wish
For a stronger will
In my self.

The All Seeing Death

I can’t lie

 I’ve accepted,

The madness

That slowly incepted,

 There’s so much

 That I don’t wanna stress it,

So I unwrap


and injected,

 All the poisons

I thought

Would replenish,

 All my


 Whip ins,

Hurting so bad

I Won’t stop

Till it finish,


To a terrorist


 I’m so many man

And I need

 me A witness,

 O lord

There’s about to be

Some killings,

I can smell

the sweat

From the thick of the tension,

Here I am


 in suspension…

a voice says


ain’t your fight

Carry on,

To the


Of the


Bring all your


 This is going to be a


Knifes need

to pierce quick

 Best sharpen up

your swords,

A bible

for a shield

And the weapon

is the word,

What is your

 bare fist

Going to do

against a swarm?,

 of Ice cold hearts

that Stand strong


the warm,


Turn up The heat


need to be torn,

Against actions

 that laid back

With our oaths

that were sworn,

We need

a re-doing

Weve done been

Re born,

Because what we’ve been

stuck in


Cleaning up the source,


 only fueling

And causing

more & more,


From the pure

 that’s already

been torn,

And what about

the child

That we’ve

already bore?,

It’s far

too late

For the simple

 to ignore,

 It’s either

do it right now


 mother fucker hit the floor…

Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.

all the way inside

past all the blood and the guts

way beyond the bull shit

all the flesh and all the scruff

we have something that motivates

contemplates and spiritually moves us

where we have to take a stand

or let them stand all over us

while our brothers die & our sisters cry

when is our enough ENOUGH

until we actually do something

and quit leaving it up to luck

if we don’t have something to believe in

we’ll fall for which ever bluff

those who stand for nothing

fall for anything/by then/ the response will be “that’s tough”


like water in my hands

time has dripped every drop

right through each of my fingers

while hesitating whether to sip or stop

what was & is an abundance of

as if I had the power of the very top

my throat is quite parched

lips, you’re going to have to sweet talk the locks

from closing the pearly gates

forever on us like a stop clock watch

reflections of the current run usually hit

when the understanding prepares for the bubbles to pop

the thrill in the pill


came to STEAL,                                                                                                                 (your attention)

the devil

came to KILL,                                                                                                                   (your hope)

the devil

rides AND tricks with a “THATS cool/ CHILL appeal....                                                     (frame-work)

BUT MY SOUL has a fire

that’s ways beyond my WILL,                                                                                             (my strength)

so even if I stumble

that don’t break the DEAL,                                                                                                           (covenant)

that I signed WITH/I rebuke in the name of  YaHWeH

that I connect THROUGH YESUA who is MY THRILL,

MY escape/ my example

my not so jagged not so little  PILL                                                                                 (out of the matrix)