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Poetry

Dreaming

Dreams
They may be prophetic
Never pathetic
Each with its own meaning
Trying to teach you something
Hoping you hold onto one thing
Sanity barely in your grip
Some dreams cause it to slip
What’s with this imagery?
Often times cryptic dark imagery
To teach you to cherish the light
Yet filling you with abrasive fright
Fall has arrived, time for rakes
Watch under the leaves for snakes
Betrayal and enemies in the air
Your dream warning, the only thing making this fair
Terrifying thoughts of death
Maybe even material item theft
What do all these dreams mean
Are they just another bout of rapids in my mental stream?

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Possession

Your body
Now under my control
To bend to my whim and will
Possession
I’ve infiltrated the corners of your soul
I’ll twist and turn your passion
Tangle your fingers in the sheets
Toes curled as your heart increases beats
You thought you were in control
Thought this was your choice
Silly one, you never had a voice
Simply the sexual prey
Never once able to keep me at bay
You’re the one that was caught
But feels too good to catch your breath
Only when I ordain it so
I tell your body when yo stop and go
Your orgasm is the lock, I am the key
Once unlocked, then I’ll let you free
You are forever under my control
Oppression? No possession of your very soul

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Heart Beat

Ba-bum ba-bum
The calm heart beats
A calmness in the air, a peace in the streets
Silently the sun swiftly sets
The dangers arise, evil places bets
What are the odds you’ll live the night
What was that sound? Was it your fright?
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
The heart turns up the frequency
Your body shivers, surrounded by delinquency
Go left, no right! Not down the dark alley
Turn the corner, only to enter death valley
Stripping you of money and clothes isn’t their goal
These dark citizens are after your soul
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
The heart now the star of a bloody thriller
Your eyes locked on your would be killer
Mind confused, do I fight or run?
Either way he’ll cut you down fir fun
Drop to your knees beg for life
A smile breaks out as he licks his knife
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
Adrenaline takes over as you plead
The chemical fuels your instinctual need
Rush him, fight to survive
He thrusts for you to no longer be alive
Struggle on until warm flesh meets cold steel
The crimson life force oozes from the blades meal
Ba-bum…. ba-bum….. ba-bum
The heart begins to slow
With each vicious stab the crimson will flow
This is the true end
There is no way a severed ventricle will mend
Lifeless eyes, the reaper has played his roll
Ever so quietly, these are the final sounds of your soul
Ba-bum….. ba-bum

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Words

I have a wide variety of weapons in my arsenal
But the most deadly weapon I have can’t be traced
It can be disastrous to the mind and soul
Words
I’ve used so many rounds of these words
I could have caused genocide by now
I’ve yet to put them on safety
I know there have been habitual casualties
Words
These words seem to bounce off some of the strongest
So I put in another cartridge and give it another go
Eventually these words pierce the skin and sink to the soul
Leaving a somber echo of my malignant
Words

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Grand

Grand

We will not live in fear/
We will stand/
We will persevere/
We will be grand/

You stole my possesion/
Not my heart/
Rage was my confession/
But today is a new start/

We will not be scared/
Today the fear will end/
Within my faith We are prepared/
Our souls are now on the mend/

We will not live in Fear/
We will make our Stand/
No choice left but to persevere/
We will be beyond Grand/

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Violation

Violated
Domestically
Psychologically
Emotionally
You were in my home/
The thought of you in my dwelling makes me foam/
Rage seething from my mouth/
You’ve never seen the rage of a man from the south/
My rage wishes for your end
To buy every weapon to learn to defend/
This was burglary in the 1st degree/
the difference with Home invasion was my wife and me/
We never anything to anyone/
Yet we are always the victim of heinous fun/
Things like this bring out my dark side/
Dawn all black and just ride/
Find the fool who was brazen enough to do this/
Then brandish a brass knuckle fist/
My darkness very well would seek revenge/
The evil thoughts would make most cringe/
The fact that my wife can’t feel safe at home/
Makes me want to scatter you where starving pigs roam/
I want to erase the fact that you ever did exist/
Because as long as you do dumb criminal shit will persist./
I know I’m speaking out of pain/
Because this kind of domestic insecurity is driving us insane/
We just can’t wash off the violation/
Our blood burning, yet starting a coagulation/
I feel that I failed in protecting wife/
But from now on I’ll give it my all, even my life/

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The Rain

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Stress is like a torrential acid rain/
Pain
Little gain
Blood stain
On your state of tranquility/
Robbing you of your calming ability/
The rain continues to pour/
Damping your wings stopping your Soar/
Leaving you mentally sore/
Stress mounts up and begins to flood/
Each drop hits you with a hard thud/
The rain soaks the Earth birthing a life draining mud/
But every storm will end/
Your peaceful mind state will mend/
Fortify your mind to yet again defend/
Your mind from the rain…

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Insanity

The world broadcasts insanity/
We have been thrust into calamity/
Peace, rare.
Violence, common
Riots happening
Looting our ties to humamity/
Selling it on the chaotic black market/
The world is burning with a flame we can’t see/
A blaze that will disintegrate you and me/
Men, women, black, and white/
Asian Latino, European, all living in fright/
Wondering if their brethren is next up for senseless slaughter/
Just to be beheaded in the streets as useless fodder/
Shot down in cold blood/
It’s amazing the world hasn’t drowned in this crimson flood/
Death visits all stages of life/
Babies have died at the hands if the car and heat’s knife/
Mothers and fathers claimed by insanity murder their kids/
Mercenaries taking lives for the highest bids/
A grown man kills a boy and roams free/
A woman fires a warning shot at abuse and jail is where she be/
Everyday is filled with new threats/
Just trying to survive your morning commute is a risky bet/
The media broadcasts all this insanity/
Until it’s normal to be consumed with calamity/
It hardens your heart living in this world/
The violence is starting to own this world/
Are we at the point where we’re all insane?/
Has chaos finally broken through order’s membrane?/
I’m sick of all the calamity/
It’s delving my mind into insanity/

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Together

Once again I find myself in your presence
Driven mad by the need primal need to drink your essence
Your scent sends me on intoxicating highs
Losing my mind with the need to get buried between your thighs
This beastly need of mine begins to take my soul
Forcing to lay you down to make you take your role
The role of a lover filled to capacity by more on top
Engorged by a feeling you’ll never want to stop
Head held back exclaiming bliss
Sheets ripped from their corners in your clenched fist
Losing my mind as I dive deep into your ocean
Such a complex joy caused by a simple perpetual motion

Going until a loves flame tattoos your heart
Until you feel the heavenly quiver in each body part
I need to take your essence into me
For together is all we can ever be

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One harsh B!+©h

We all live this thing called life/
She is one harsh B!+©h/
Such a volatile mixture of success, lessons and strife/

She takes her time to set you up/
Making it easy to knock you down/
Confusing you will the philosophy of a half empty or full cup/

Once you get a grasp on things you smile/
Life lets you think you that you won/
But give it a minute life will strike back with style/

It’s like this B!+©h has a frigid vendetta/
She needs you to stumble before you stand/
So she shot you point blank with Beretta/

Damn life is one harsh B!+©h/
One that we all fight to live/
She teaches us the difference of wealth and rich/

The harsh B!+©h is our first gift, greatest curse/
Because no matter how harsh we crave to live her/
So be grateful because it could be a lot worse/

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Just venting about that chick life, but still ready to conquer the next day

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