The future rely on the few
when others
grow from its gain
the wheat fields becomes plentiful
how much it produces
doesnt equal
the work of its pain....
Im ready to feed the world of its hunger
quench this desert of its thirst
so this harvester must make himself known
souls are being lost..
people giving in at the least a bit amount ...
so I place the future one side of my shoulder
on the opposite end would be my present
my past doesnt matter because
I only could balance
the two....
this strength of the almighty...
I could successfully obtain
Faithfully I want to be the apple of his eye ....
call me johnny apple seed
my oats... I plant through my company
many may doubt of its power ...people
often hate ....what they dont understand...
I become that island so there would be no connection
to their ignorance of my bountiful land
spicy messages are being heard....as they tell themselves
I am bland
Seasons of loving your neighbor ..even if they amount
themselves as haters ....the message becomes bigger than
you yearning for acceptance ...touching and healing lives
becomes your jumper cables...negative and postive cause movement
beside imperfection...teaches a lesson..perfection is only a gift
thats given to we the imperfects ...because we are giving out seeds
of loves perfection.... even though many plants are evolved by its....
turbelent enviroment
this love we are all sowing..... is just that wonderful.... where it can take a pauper
and make a prince..
he could take a strangling vine ...transforming it in a fruitful tree...
feeding many ...wealthy living replacing the phrase ...GIVE ME...
to LETS SHARE...you become a kid of the kingdom your master
is the KING of universe of course he have complete dominion
we forever bask in his light .....we are beings of his heavenly heirs
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Im NOT A POET
Im not a poet
anymore....
had you ever been one
words are written....
and its reads
better
poetry comes after your eulogy
such a enlongated truth
Im not living anymore
if my convictions arent real
just like nothing
is ever what it seems
expectations...
are curbed
landscapes of hope and love
projected....ONLY in my dreams...
the reality saying Im a poet ....
I dont trust this reality...
so I dont think this is my outcome
this presence becomes my enemy
A POET.....
let my peers be the judge
I trust there truth better than mines
because they try so hard
to be one....
there opinions... must counts
it out numbers
real profound ambitions
and motives
They call me a wordsmith
then some call me
the other names
my constant mirages briefs my hopes
in this steaming scortching dersert
praying the bread they give
I will not choke
Im not a camel
I cant hold all this moisture
for a long time
my tears shows my distrust
while I lay on a bed of
this noisey tin
traces of where I been
trails of my rust
Showing the exact place
I could have been stuck
in this overt wave of dual creativity
negative and postive
ying and the yang
hearing....
U POET
do your thang...
I not a poet anymore .....
even though I play with words
often evaluated new vocabularies
for ages...and eons to proceed
strunctured sentences.....
like weekly lessons plans...
but....
Im not a teacher..
even though I scream
words in CADENCE like a
preacher.....
its not promised
that my poem would
reach you.....
I dont trust titles ...
ultimately...I dont think its
relavent
vital
the truth on the other hand
should be worn
like gloves on a brisk cold day
I want to seek truth and debunk
FALSE labels...
keep my hands and my heart
up to the Most HIGH...
so there wouldnt be anything over turned
I cant ever determine WHO I AM...
HE IS THE GREAT I AM...
I AM...because he seeds his love
until he calls me a poet.....
than I become one....
nlistic souldier
anymore....
had you ever been one
words are written....
and its reads
better
poetry comes after your eulogy
such a enlongated truth
Im not living anymore
if my convictions arent real
just like nothing
is ever what it seems
expectations...
are curbed
landscapes of hope and love
projected....ONLY in my dreams...
the reality saying Im a poet ....
I dont trust this reality...
so I dont think this is my outcome
this presence becomes my enemy
A POET.....
let my peers be the judge
I trust there truth better than mines
because they try so hard
to be one....
there opinions... must counts
it out numbers
real profound ambitions
and motives
They call me a wordsmith
then some call me
the other names
my constant mirages briefs my hopes
in this steaming scortching dersert
praying the bread they give
I will not choke
Im not a camel
I cant hold all this moisture
for a long time
my tears shows my distrust
while I lay on a bed of
this noisey tin
traces of where I been
trails of my rust
Showing the exact place
I could have been stuck
in this overt wave of dual creativity
negative and postive
ying and the yang
hearing....
U POET
do your thang...
I not a poet anymore .....
even though I play with words
often evaluated new vocabularies
for ages...and eons to proceed
strunctured sentences.....
like weekly lessons plans...
but....
Im not a teacher..
even though I scream
words in CADENCE like a
preacher.....
its not promised
that my poem would
reach you.....
I dont trust titles ...
ultimately...I dont think its
relavent
vital
the truth on the other hand
should be worn
like gloves on a brisk cold day
I want to seek truth and debunk
FALSE labels...
keep my hands and my heart
up to the Most HIGH...
so there wouldnt be anything over turned
I cant ever determine WHO I AM...
HE IS THE GREAT I AM...
I AM...because he seeds his love
until he calls me a poet.....
than I become one....
nlistic souldier
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
PURGE (WITH WORDS)
Follow my ink trails....better then those chem trails..
in our once virgin sky
I fly high still soar as .his will towers
over my pains pinnacles
seem the more Im elevated .... taking me ... far away....
from people who think there are beneath.....
smiling wide ... showing their carnivous teeth...
how sharp they become....
when they sink inside
your skin.....
a fervent ....souldiers test....
you must understand an average guy ....
with high expectations
writing a almanac for the sowing of poetic seeds....
because my life is a directive...
which comply on laws thats introspective...
mirror reflective ....
see yourself in my words ...
pen your soul
badge of honor...
When postive text becomes your next.....
incumbant
of your profound reality....
Freedom starts in your mind..
slides off the rhythm of your tongue....
then its written in your constitution
unlawful entry...when we allow disdain words
becomes our penitentary
those who think they are beneath.....
becomes your thief....
the same ones who pay money towards your reef
funeral of your deffered dream.....
so many of them are living underground...
where the earthworms swim in thier misfortune....
even creepy crawlers .. come up for air ....
when the rain appears
directed to truths of moisture
realization of its now...abundant surface .....
when you lay there without life ..or..purpose
Hearken to love ...how many heard this .....
So closed ears never leads to spiritual depth
but actually death
Then you wonder why you always collect
too much water in your ears...
water torture floods your temple....
so even when you are sinking ..try thinking....
You maybe wondering why this tank so full....
allow you faith become your pull....
bouyancy... determines by your will to live...
construction ...begins when your steps
are eager to build.....jacobs ladder.....
filled with your DNA....that matters
those thoughts of doubt....
let it trade places with....confused ideas of your life
create a eulogy... for your self -destructive foolery
nlistic souldier
in our once virgin sky
I fly high still soar as .his will towers
over my pains pinnacles
seem the more Im elevated .... taking me ... far away....
from people who think there are beneath.....
smiling wide ... showing their carnivous teeth...
how sharp they become....
when they sink inside
your skin.....
a fervent ....souldiers test....
you must understand an average guy ....
with high expectations
writing a almanac for the sowing of poetic seeds....
because my life is a directive...
which comply on laws thats introspective...
mirror reflective ....
see yourself in my words ...
pen your soul
badge of honor...
When postive text becomes your next.....
incumbant
of your profound reality....
Freedom starts in your mind..
slides off the rhythm of your tongue....
then its written in your constitution
unlawful entry...when we allow disdain words
becomes our penitentary
those who think they are beneath.....
becomes your thief....
the same ones who pay money towards your reef
funeral of your deffered dream.....
so many of them are living underground...
where the earthworms swim in thier misfortune....
even creepy crawlers .. come up for air ....
when the rain appears
directed to truths of moisture
realization of its now...abundant surface .....
when you lay there without life ..or..purpose
Hearken to love ...how many heard this .....
So closed ears never leads to spiritual depth
but actually death
Then you wonder why you always collect
too much water in your ears...
water torture floods your temple....
so even when you are sinking ..try thinking....
You maybe wondering why this tank so full....
allow you faith become your pull....
bouyancy... determines by your will to live...
construction ...begins when your steps
are eager to build.....jacobs ladder.....
filled with your DNA....that matters
those thoughts of doubt....
let it trade places with....confused ideas of your life
create a eulogy... for your self -destructive foolery
nlistic souldier
Friday, September 14, 2012
Last time....
If this is....
the Last time...
I put confident ink on this paper
maybe in our future
bodies could turn into misty ...vapor
this becomes my moment
I have to share .....
I love you...
earth may crumble ....
under our blues
moons may fall into our deep abyss ....
with our bouyant love
I have nothing to lose....
blindfolded us...we will still choose
commitment
I found what money couldnt buy
in my lifetime
uncovered an emotion inwhich my heart couldnt lie
My soul was hit so hard .... as I constantly prayed for you
in your weakness
as I was humbled by this tragedy
I had to be strong
while listening to you.....
could this be.....
Our final destination of our fingers tips .......reaching towards each other
to grasps.....
I lamented ..... then cradled......thinking with true love..... beating any odds
like my favorite romantic movies ..... those events ... only what a fairy could tell....
Im not looking for fantasy ....looking for my gravity
to hold me .... to hold you .... when there are earthquakes
.....as my violent winds dries my tears
memories of our lasting sentiments
keeps my feet planted ...
your heart.... my only homebase
thinking if you go
playing on repeat ...in my mental
I... would want to imagine....
.......warmth.....
entangled in your embrace ....leaving my earthly treasure
to feel only my own flesh
if so....
...Im there with quantum physics
time doesnt have any affect on our love....
Im going to be your compass
directing you...... its going to be okay.... please adhere to my whispers
love.....
....I will never become your ghost
when there are phantoms in your life .....
dont run away from my spirit.....I will be there
anytime you need me ..
you never have to say it out loud....I know you scared
secretly frighten.....confident topically
we will fight this one together
I dont want to lose you......praying for faith ....claiming its not so....
When I was immersed in my darken tunnel
your format encased a glow ... emitting postive light....
assuring this sun..... I will soon again invite.....
I want to be the same way when it gets closer to your night ....
if your air supply...becomes thin......mouth to mouth.....would begin
as my words would help in your life....dedicated.....
lover ..... in flight for more of your devotion..... holding you up.....
while your hoping.....my love and faith closes... whats been pryed open
doubt will never have its ways.... in our lives ......again
nlistic souldier
the Last time...
I put confident ink on this paper
maybe in our future
bodies could turn into misty ...vapor
this becomes my moment
I have to share .....
I love you...
earth may crumble ....
under our blues
moons may fall into our deep abyss ....
with our bouyant love
I have nothing to lose....
blindfolded us...we will still choose
commitment
I found what money couldnt buy
in my lifetime
uncovered an emotion inwhich my heart couldnt lie
My soul was hit so hard .... as I constantly prayed for you
in your weakness
as I was humbled by this tragedy
I had to be strong
while listening to you.....
could this be.....
Our final destination of our fingers tips .......reaching towards each other
to grasps.....
I lamented ..... then cradled......thinking with true love..... beating any odds
like my favorite romantic movies ..... those events ... only what a fairy could tell....
Im not looking for fantasy ....looking for my gravity
to hold me .... to hold you .... when there are earthquakes
.....as my violent winds dries my tears
memories of our lasting sentiments
keeps my feet planted ...
your heart.... my only homebase
thinking if you go
playing on repeat ...in my mental
I... would want to imagine....
.......warmth.....
entangled in your embrace ....leaving my earthly treasure
to feel only my own flesh
if so....
...Im there with quantum physics
time doesnt have any affect on our love....
Im going to be your compass
directing you...... its going to be okay.... please adhere to my whispers
love.....
....I will never become your ghost
when there are phantoms in your life .....
dont run away from my spirit.....I will be there
anytime you need me ..
you never have to say it out loud....I know you scared
secretly frighten.....confident topically
we will fight this one together
I dont want to lose you......praying for faith ....claiming its not so....
When I was immersed in my darken tunnel
your format encased a glow ... emitting postive light....
assuring this sun..... I will soon again invite.....
I want to be the same way when it gets closer to your night ....
if your air supply...becomes thin......mouth to mouth.....would begin
as my words would help in your life....dedicated.....
lover ..... in flight for more of your devotion..... holding you up.....
while your hoping.....my love and faith closes... whats been pryed open
doubt will never have its ways.... in our lives ......again
nlistic souldier
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
WELFARE....(DONT STARE)
Well please take care ....Ive done all I could do...
so please dont ask me again....
I have more than enough
but your begging..its getting on my nerves
I cant stand the sound of your discounted whiny voice...
....its even more annoying than
The noise of your belly growling ,,,,,
this is why im howling. since you calling me a wolf
you would never get any of my golden tickets....
besides I dont need to hunt and worry ...when have this black card
my true american expression......when your guessing where is you next meal
coming from.....
wearing that dusty black all the time...when I clothed in teal suit ...
but my feelings are never blue....I ride off the back of the many
giving a small perentage to this few......thats caught in the middle
of my sea of debt..... from my morgue ....I mean MORTGAGE.....
sounds like.....you dont have a clue on even getting raft for safety .....much less
a yacht.....still taxing you for all you got......
My elitism plot......forget giving you a window or a pot.....sit you on my skid row
where concrete oven bakes you...... now thats really hot....
Im the real fireman....lil wayne....dont even have a shot.....
Im also sick of you calling me uncle.....just call you family when I need
poor idiots to fight our war.....never would be seen with you.....
Veterans....soon you die out so those benefits....
would be for my future vets...for my next World War
so be quiet....you never fought for this country so you lower than trash
then you ask for few amounts of coins in my stash....
please dont give that ....bolony .....I eat veal......you paid into social security
contributed all your savings to taxes....waiting on my bad healthcare for your prompt passing
Well besides ....that is your fare.......to live in my country........well ... now ......fare for your own...
PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE......
nlistic souldier
so please dont ask me again....
I have more than enough
but your begging..its getting on my nerves
I cant stand the sound of your discounted whiny voice...
....its even more annoying than
The noise of your belly growling ,,,,,
this is why im howling. since you calling me a wolf
you would never get any of my golden tickets....
besides I dont need to hunt and worry ...when have this black card
my true american expression......when your guessing where is you next meal
coming from.....
wearing that dusty black all the time...when I clothed in teal suit ...
but my feelings are never blue....I ride off the back of the many
giving a small perentage to this few......thats caught in the middle
of my sea of debt..... from my morgue ....I mean MORTGAGE.....
sounds like.....you dont have a clue on even getting raft for safety .....much less
a yacht.....still taxing you for all you got......
My elitism plot......forget giving you a window or a pot.....sit you on my skid row
where concrete oven bakes you...... now thats really hot....
Im the real fireman....lil wayne....dont even have a shot.....
Im also sick of you calling me uncle.....just call you family when I need
poor idiots to fight our war.....never would be seen with you.....
Veterans....soon you die out so those benefits....
would be for my future vets...for my next World War
so be quiet....you never fought for this country so you lower than trash
then you ask for few amounts of coins in my stash....
please dont give that ....bolony .....I eat veal......you paid into social security
contributed all your savings to taxes....waiting on my bad healthcare for your prompt passing
Well besides ....that is your fare.......to live in my country........well ... now ......fare for your own...
PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE......
nlistic souldier
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Taking LOVE...
Is love worth fighting for ...
when most battles are never won
war becomes....
its settles
who shows the white flag..first
both parties compromise ....loser or winner
in our love we both display acts of sinners
we applyon paint
like a saint
lying to ourslves
and even if we had million failed loves
we are still lonely beginners
Thinking your a novice becomes a playful idea
heart failure ...many deaths are walked
no territory is free from guilt ....but you place this one in your mindset
of giving up
Your heart...mentions them in every wake
Does anyone wins !.... so fighting becomes mundane
if your looking for it to ultimately change
the way.... you want it
Inside this alloted frame
biting into this rotting carcass
showing insanity...
sometimes we love
but it never was meant for real winning
selfishly.
we want to make a reprise
of this wonderful beginning
we once had before
times bandages...
trying to get..
a turn to get....LOVES... tourniquet
hopefully something would become right
if we hold out
Im a souldier.....WE FIGHT...
never afraid to workout ....in my hindsight .
war nevers leads to every ones exact delight
unforgiveness....forms literature of hate
on the walls of someone mind
as our heart briefly types
a font of despair...paragraphs... we dont care
when we over endulge off loves....
liquor
In many times the war is not with your significant other
but it surely affects your lover
the duality of choices....the magnetizing voices.....
should I listen to doubt..
ultimately when it wants out.....
she loves or she loves me not...
becomes my integral position to this graven plot...
these questions are hot...abandonment issues
introducing you to new topics...could you really..!
praying to the MOST HIGH..
how could we stop it....
Expectations are dropped in you lap.....
you would fell asleep....in her love.....
crazy from our mishaps...
hearts are abundant but now you feel trapped
I want to make good love not war
love could be this wonderful verb
...I feel its much more special
its never made
think of as my
refuge and shade...
a tree in the midst of a
a desert of.....
pain and hatred
that beams down
hard
we could visit
to escape...from its harmful UV..rays
unexpectedly.... that excruciating .burning our skin
wanting us to live within
without expression
We run for cover ..
when the leaves turns colors
as it
drops to this sticky uncomfortable floor...
Do we run away from that same tree....
How could this be!
Do we stay there ....to bare
for the next leaves to bloom
love is never easy ...but believe me ....
there is always room....
Our battles are perservered
to take .. whats been promised
nlistic souldier
when most battles are never won
war becomes....
its settles
who shows the white flag..first
both parties compromise ....loser or winner
in our love we both display acts of sinners
we applyon paint
like a saint
lying to ourslves
and even if we had million failed loves
we are still lonely beginners
Thinking your a novice becomes a playful idea
heart failure ...many deaths are walked
no territory is free from guilt ....but you place this one in your mindset
of giving up
Your heart...mentions them in every wake
Does anyone wins !.... so fighting becomes mundane
if your looking for it to ultimately change
the way.... you want it
Inside this alloted frame
biting into this rotting carcass
showing insanity...
sometimes we love
but it never was meant for real winning
selfishly.
we want to make a reprise
of this wonderful beginning
we once had before
times bandages...
trying to get..
a turn to get....LOVES... tourniquet
hopefully something would become right
if we hold out
Im a souldier.....WE FIGHT...
never afraid to workout ....in my hindsight .
war nevers leads to every ones exact delight
unforgiveness....forms literature of hate
on the walls of someone mind
as our heart briefly types
a font of despair...paragraphs... we dont care
when we over endulge off loves....
liquor
In many times the war is not with your significant other
but it surely affects your lover
the duality of choices....the magnetizing voices.....
should I listen to doubt..
ultimately when it wants out.....
she loves or she loves me not...
becomes my integral position to this graven plot...
these questions are hot...abandonment issues
introducing you to new topics...could you really..!
praying to the MOST HIGH..
how could we stop it....
Expectations are dropped in you lap.....
you would fell asleep....in her love.....
crazy from our mishaps...
hearts are abundant but now you feel trapped
I want to make good love not war
love could be this wonderful verb
...I feel its much more special
its never made
think of as my
refuge and shade...
a tree in the midst of a
a desert of.....
pain and hatred
that beams down
hard
we could visit
to escape...from its harmful UV..rays
unexpectedly.... that excruciating .burning our skin
wanting us to live within
without expression
We run for cover ..
when the leaves turns colors
as it
drops to this sticky uncomfortable floor...
Do we run away from that same tree....
How could this be!
Do we stay there ....to bare
for the next leaves to bloom
love is never easy ...but believe me ....
there is always room....
Our battles are perservered
to take .. whats been promised
nlistic souldier
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Bruised Ribs
I had a friend who died
of having her heart broken
so many times..she waited
to exhale...
her nose
anxiously sniffing
wide opened ..
her needed oxygen never came....
low down dirty shame....
she thought less of her self because of her frame...
insecurities of her girth
never amounted her worth...
priceless ...I thought ...
ladies you are in a different lane.....she is now in harms way...
I would cover you with love
endangered because of your motherly wisdom
trying to etch you out....creating clones .....
I feel like a motherless child
becomes an old anthem
replaced by
I had never had a mother at all...
never
souldierettes of truth...I need you
.I will provide the roof
just march with me in solitude
if he treats you rude...
this so called ..MANS WORLD
becomes mean and cruel
She made her grade and now
there is solice and
acceptance of her age
before too shy to tell
now its a badge of honor
she made through
this open pit of
her hell
SHE....has
been around the world ..
she feels nothing has changed
love is far from free....she paid it through ...
our corrupt society....
war had damage her children.
.and knowledge has been hidden
off springs are slightly off.....
meth babies born....
with holes in their heads....
while politicians playing golf....
never connecting dots..
collecting burial plots
alll men we are taking it straight in the ribs.....
we are too numb to feel it
how much more could a women of today endure
love that she was given the most high gave to cure.....
Low blows and shots ...
implemented
telling her what to do with her body
she has been submited in demeaning tests...
made to put foreign objects...in place
of her breasts.....
she is more than a sexual desire ....
she is more than her handbags
or her
elaborate attire .......
she is the fire that cook her children meals
the better part of you
that is not afraid to feel
love your sensitive and protect her at will
the ones you love .....
this system is so opt to kill.....
love her at any costs....
nlistic souldier
of having her heart broken
so many times..she waited
to exhale...
her nose
anxiously sniffing
wide opened ..
her needed oxygen never came....
low down dirty shame....
she thought less of her self because of her frame...
insecurities of her girth
never amounted her worth...
priceless ...I thought ...
ladies you are in a different lane.....she is now in harms way...
I would cover you with love
endangered because of your motherly wisdom
trying to etch you out....creating clones .....
I feel like a motherless child
becomes an old anthem
replaced by
I had never had a mother at all...
never
souldierettes of truth...I need you
.I will provide the roof
just march with me in solitude
if he treats you rude...
this so called ..MANS WORLD
becomes mean and cruel
She made her grade and now
there is solice and
acceptance of her age
before too shy to tell
now its a badge of honor
she made through
this open pit of
her hell
SHE....has
been around the world ..
she feels nothing has changed
love is far from free....she paid it through ...
our corrupt society....
war had damage her children.
.and knowledge has been hidden
off springs are slightly off.....
meth babies born....
with holes in their heads....
while politicians playing golf....
never connecting dots..
collecting burial plots
alll men we are taking it straight in the ribs.....
we are too numb to feel it
how much more could a women of today endure
love that she was given the most high gave to cure.....
Low blows and shots ...
implemented
telling her what to do with her body
she has been submited in demeaning tests...
made to put foreign objects...in place
of her breasts.....
she is more than a sexual desire ....
she is more than her handbags
or her
elaborate attire .......
she is the fire that cook her children meals
the better part of you
that is not afraid to feel
love your sensitive and protect her at will
the ones you love .....
this system is so opt to kill.....
love her at any costs....
nlistic souldier
Friday, June 29, 2012
NLISTIC ARMY
Holding hands around the world
global response....team . paramedics of truth
giving mouth to mouth..
no recess for this complication....with no hesitation
every strategic scribe ... our heaven heals
those in despair
souldiers pen it .. ink so pitched dark...
venues unfolded
on a scroll thats holy ...ever so clear ...
hearken for all nationalities to adhere
raised against this cloaking force
let the nature of the most high
runs it course
everday people standing for a righteous cause
war is not the answer....
when the battle ..becomes like a loud rattle...
annoying pestilence in your backyard
when sleep has been broken....
when seals tainted....
false faces been painted
no place to hide for eloping
when this panther is out of its federal bag.....
WE THE PEOPLE...
has been had...
agents in sheep clothing
bad bad black sheep
have you any wool.....
fools
wasnt never invited in thier pools
separate but equal....thick line
between the rich and the poor
their secretcy..laid out in plainveiw.....
erect a new goverment
constitution..being prostituted
every amendment ...
historical ..like the magna carta
each year...forgeting about the founding fathers
family becomes first
Mr Shakur..died for this idea...
need sovereign unity
youtube been compromised and facecrooks
are loosed... FREEDUMB....been breached
no difference between the secret societys
and the secret service
all C.I.A....operatives..\
.federal taxes
money are their paper dolls...
dressed them up...in propaganda.
let them addressed the people
corrupted our steeples.....
need our army....of .nlistic souldiers....
so nlist....if you resist
calling all cars......looking in the direction of the stars...
NASA..space programs....
star wars....who cares about education
America the illiterates....
nlistic souldiers reads all their symbolisms
when their parties are controling in their underground lobbies
while conducting a new tsunami......
daddy gone and you holding on to mommy
she is tricking to feed her babies ....
while obama throwing up his horns....
are breeding a nation ......children of the corn
taxing on our souls...... turn on the 6 oclock new
we are worn
but ask fox network never warned......
new meaning to fox holes
we blame illuminati.....im sure its somebody
we the problem but we dont know its name ....
doesnt matter join the revolution...we are building the frame
arsenal riped for real change
everyhing been kept a stealth....
even lying about our wealth....fools gold ....
new green paper.....nuclear visions....
hoping our world doesnt turn into vapor.....
watching our world behaviour
nlistic souldiers
when powers that be ..smothers..
humanity lovers....
calling all cars.....shuting down depopulation....
debunking.....their gravity
saving our world from upcoming calamity
nlistic souldier
global response....team . paramedics of truth
giving mouth to mouth..
no recess for this complication....with no hesitation
every strategic scribe ... our heaven heals
those in despair
souldiers pen it .. ink so pitched dark...
venues unfolded
on a scroll thats holy ...ever so clear ...
hearken for all nationalities to adhere
raised against this cloaking force
let the nature of the most high
runs it course
everday people standing for a righteous cause
war is not the answer....
when the battle ..becomes like a loud rattle...
annoying pestilence in your backyard
when sleep has been broken....
when seals tainted....
false faces been painted
no place to hide for eloping
when this panther is out of its federal bag.....
WE THE PEOPLE...
has been had...
agents in sheep clothing
bad bad black sheep
have you any wool.....
fools
wasnt never invited in thier pools
separate but equal....thick line
between the rich and the poor
their secretcy..laid out in plainveiw.....
erect a new goverment
constitution..being prostituted
every amendment ...
historical ..like the magna carta
each year...forgeting about the founding fathers
family becomes first
Mr Shakur..died for this idea...
need sovereign unity
youtube been compromised and facecrooks
are loosed... FREEDUMB....been breached
no difference between the secret societys
and the secret service
all C.I.A....operatives..\
.federal taxes
money are their paper dolls...
dressed them up...in propaganda.
let them addressed the people
corrupted our steeples.....
need our army....of .nlistic souldiers....
so nlist....if you resist
calling all cars......looking in the direction of the stars...
NASA..space programs....
star wars....who cares about education
America the illiterates....
nlistic souldiers reads all their symbolisms
when their parties are controling in their underground lobbies
while conducting a new tsunami......
daddy gone and you holding on to mommy
she is tricking to feed her babies ....
while obama throwing up his horns....
are breeding a nation ......children of the corn
taxing on our souls...... turn on the 6 oclock new
we are worn
but ask fox network never warned......
new meaning to fox holes
we blame illuminati.....im sure its somebody
we the problem but we dont know its name ....
doesnt matter join the revolution...we are building the frame
arsenal riped for real change
everyhing been kept a stealth....
even lying about our wealth....fools gold ....
new green paper.....nuclear visions....
hoping our world doesnt turn into vapor.....
watching our world behaviour
nlistic souldiers
when powers that be ..smothers..
humanity lovers....
calling all cars.....shuting down depopulation....
debunking.....their gravity
saving our world from upcoming calamity
nlistic souldier
Sunday, June 17, 2012
FACECROOKS......
Erase my thoughts ...blending with your
editing ideas....false world..
stealing identity....
so mention me....location of my body...
never my soul ....
your an agent....boy your heart is so cold.....
my pen react as a pin...pull my fuse
doors of excruciating pain.... dont light this blazing fire ,,,,
banned like Van Morrison....because my flame grows higher
revolution been scribed...controlling my freedom of speech....
never was a patriot fan....hail from new england...
new third riech....souldier is in this generation....
not going out ....without a fight....
the most high have the true light.....
so forget about thor.....his fire comes from heaven...
im not lucky....my addition becomes triple seven...
thier blues rubbing off on us.....making you blue..
when the red schemes for all your possesions
then you wonder why you stressing ..
to occupied constantly stretching ....
bills playing like the broncos....no bucking
left to be bleached out ..there you go,,,,with your red and white and blue
americana.....trying to make you go nirvanna.....
coke comes to bang ......slugfest to your weary brain....
mundane music adds links yet another links to your chains....
your dollar....
subdivision....class system ..... you a blue collar....
whiet collar blood on their hands.....soiled
bloodlusted
tough pill to swallow...then demoncrats you opt to follow
republishing republicans.....
federally funded ..blunted on their reality.....feeding surreal thoughts
call me a commie..your dollars should be used as orgami
just a nice piece of green art....that they stole from
egypt.....pyramid schemes....selling out for worthless paper
living to check to check.....living on the edge of your mind.. like a close taper
staying away from these shift shapers.....fake dream chasers.....
social networking.....agents..be ..jerking...im never was a new boy....
grown man....
cali swag was never going to be my district.....uncle toms....dropping bombs...
willie lynching.....facecrooks snitching....listen
rise to the occasion like 2pac.....thisis rebel music ....marley style ....
political poetry...social unrest.....WE ARE BLESSED
even a nation of a billion....couldnt rock you ....they are the real enemy of the public..
saying the truth even mark couldnt stomach....sould out to the public.....
remove....my content....its bigger than you.....
so what I use the same metaphor..painting your picture
what happen to the future of jill and tommy.....
so take this off facebook...... faceless.... and
ways of a true coward....... tasteless.....
so hate this ....dig in the grates with this.........
souldier was never mad...Im just tired ...... I MOWED
down my grass and few snakes was caught in my blade..
tough cleanup....awkward moments...when people smile in your face
then you turn your back ...now new opponents....
social networking.....steady jerking......tryng give me a spin
like im doing the catt daddy..wheel of misfortune....
have to buy my own nouns and vowels.....
souldier steady fighting never throwing in this towel.......
nlistic souldier
editing ideas....false world..
stealing identity....
so mention me....location of my body...
never my soul ....
your an agent....boy your heart is so cold.....
my pen react as a pin...pull my fuse
doors of excruciating pain.... dont light this blazing fire ,,,,
banned like Van Morrison....because my flame grows higher
revolution been scribed...controlling my freedom of speech....
never was a patriot fan....hail from new england...
new third riech....souldier is in this generation....
not going out ....without a fight....
the most high have the true light.....
so forget about thor.....his fire comes from heaven...
im not lucky....my addition becomes triple seven...
thier blues rubbing off on us.....making you blue..
when the red schemes for all your possesions
then you wonder why you stressing ..
to occupied constantly stretching ....
bills playing like the broncos....no bucking
left to be bleached out ..there you go,,,,with your red and white and blue
americana.....trying to make you go nirvanna.....
coke comes to bang ......slugfest to your weary brain....
mundane music adds links yet another links to your chains....
your dollar....
subdivision....class system ..... you a blue collar....
whiet collar blood on their hands.....soiled
bloodlusted
tough pill to swallow...then demoncrats you opt to follow
republishing republicans.....
federally funded ..blunted on their reality.....feeding surreal thoughts
call me a commie..your dollars should be used as orgami
just a nice piece of green art....that they stole from
egypt.....pyramid schemes....selling out for worthless paper
living to check to check.....living on the edge of your mind.. like a close taper
staying away from these shift shapers.....fake dream chasers.....
social networking.....agents..be ..jerking...im never was a new boy....
grown man....
cali swag was never going to be my district.....uncle toms....dropping bombs...
willie lynching.....facecrooks snitching....listen
rise to the occasion like 2pac.....thisis rebel music ....marley style ....
political poetry...social unrest.....WE ARE BLESSED
even a nation of a billion....couldnt rock you ....they are the real enemy of the public..
saying the truth even mark couldnt stomach....sould out to the public.....
remove....my content....its bigger than you.....
so what I use the same metaphor..painting your picture
what happen to the future of jill and tommy.....
so take this off facebook...... faceless.... and
ways of a true coward....... tasteless.....
so hate this ....dig in the grates with this.........
souldier was never mad...Im just tired ...... I MOWED
down my grass and few snakes was caught in my blade..
tough cleanup....awkward moments...when people smile in your face
then you turn your back ...now new opponents....
social networking.....steady jerking......tryng give me a spin
like im doing the catt daddy..wheel of misfortune....
have to buy my own nouns and vowels.....
souldier steady fighting never throwing in this towel.......
nlistic souldier
Friday, May 25, 2012
SCRABBLE
writing without words ....
how could that be....
when faithless animals become alive....
maybe because the ones who have faith....
becomes their Resurrection
..inflection of how much the most high cares....
he puts the wishes of the few to provide for the many....
I guess we all could be fisherman and carpenters
providing shelter
and filling warm plate
food to nourish....
could we indeed fish without words
finding the bottom of the shallow sea
even when the sail bowed out
a long time ago....
to another continent ......
writing without words.....
scrolls had been submerged
so the dead have no meaning....
until its brings the new light of day....
how could we speak without this language
thoughts of a simpler way.....
the future hides your fate ...
when you anxiously want to know....
....communicating with the dead....
third eyes..all sight sealed shut...
touching all the calamity of the wicked
who drive around in expensive cars....
.but we are happy living among them...
are we in fact dead....
letters without meaning ....
we all want to become alphabetic
..no alpha man.... so everyone is illiterate
writing without words ....
time writes its way
in our history.. even with out text ..
ushering new meanings and endings....
so it could write without words.....
humbler in its realm I write with powerful beings ...
.meaning I scribe with hopes for everyone to learn..
to live in the conscious of our present
WE ALL BECOME EMPOWERED......
twisting turns...put up yield signs and stop lights
never to be obligated by this time ...
we have to be the author of new destiny...
.free will is always given..
even when our living dead keeps it hidden....
nlistic souldier
how could that be....
when faithless animals become alive....
maybe because the ones who have faith....
becomes their Resurrection
..inflection of how much the most high cares....
he puts the wishes of the few to provide for the many....
I guess we all could be fisherman and carpenters
providing shelter
and filling warm plate
food to nourish....
could we indeed fish without words
finding the bottom of the shallow sea
even when the sail bowed out
a long time ago....
to another continent ......
writing without words.....
scrolls had been submerged
so the dead have no meaning....
until its brings the new light of day....
how could we speak without this language
thoughts of a simpler way.....
the future hides your fate ...
when you anxiously want to know....
....communicating with the dead....
third eyes..all sight sealed shut...
touching all the calamity of the wicked
who drive around in expensive cars....
.but we are happy living among them...
are we in fact dead....
letters without meaning ....
we all want to become alphabetic
..no alpha man.... so everyone is illiterate
writing without words ....
time writes its way
in our history.. even with out text ..
ushering new meanings and endings....
so it could write without words.....
humbler in its realm I write with powerful beings ...
.meaning I scribe with hopes for everyone to learn..
to live in the conscious of our present
WE ALL BECOME EMPOWERED......
twisting turns...put up yield signs and stop lights
never to be obligated by this time ...
we have to be the author of new destiny...
.free will is always given..
even when our living dead keeps it hidden....
nlistic souldier
Thursday, May 17, 2012
SOULDIERS STORY....
Amusement for others ... was it ever for me....
rewound words in my head .... backwards paragraphs..misplaced laughs
math of the conceitedness ... could they always read it .. the way I wrote it ..
of course not it wouldn't be poetry.....
the SOULDIER ..
comes back with a vengeance .. the most high .....said its his .....
so in my return
giving him all my receipts ....
so I back away again...
let the past become the block that holds up my temple ....
those pillars had been crushed....
the great architect.. doesn't need any stones ... so I don't ever get stoned
just a lonely poet when it comes to my thought...
most prophets doesn't have
an million twitter followers....
that eat in their living room.. everyday...
eggs that's been previously hatch makes up..for this type of abuse....and his name misuse...
using right angles...forming a truce.
...when others opts for obtuse...
we all are slightly off.... but the great creators judges
on life's curb....
when our enemies placing our heads on his chopping block
a firm kick
as we biting the end of the avenue ....
my images disturbing ... but to deter .....
Disregarding the way we were.....
SO ...have fun at your amusement park.....
.
Cotton candy.. and the roller coasters rides ... besides it summer
I'm in this underground tunnel
learning to be more effective..with my present
that was given to give to ....lambs without guidance
Shepherds are needed
others ...aborted their jobs....
I used to call it a curse....thinking myself without ..it...
unimaginable
life is never rehearsed.....
we live once....
to give insight through a verse
allowing the most high ..love to disburse....
staying humble....only move when he orders....
my boot camp... as I await for approval and his official stamp....
Cat in da bag
NLISTIC SOULDIER
MY HEART
A CALENDER CHARTS
SPACIOUS FOR MY WELL BEING
SEEING
NINE MONTHS
SPORTING YOUR BUMP
FRUIT OF MY LOIN
WHERE I’M GOING
IMAGING, ANTICIPATION
FATHERHOOD I’M ALMOST TASTING
MY FIRST
TO HOLD, AND CULITIVATE
TO PROTECT
TO SHOW MY LOVE
NEVER ABBREVIATE
MIZZ PREZZ
Rubbing my stomach praying
About the life that I am carrying
About my secret to the man I am marrying
I sit and wait hoping that it won’t be my undoing.
Never my intention to mislead
Will he accept my honest places
Or leave me begging him please.
NLISTIC SOULDIER
GROCERY BAGS OF GOODIES
DADDY’S HOME
LISTENING TO HER STOMACH
I COULD NEVER BE WRONG
THEN AGAIN I HEARD THAT SONG
WHENEVER SHE WAS OUT LATE, I KNOW HER
SO WELL...... MY THOUGHTS ARE STRAIGHT
HAPPY TO HEAR THOUGH WHEN HER FRIEND WAS LATE
I KNOW IT’S MINE.... I FEEL EVERY MOVEMENT
MZ PREZZ
He looks at me with such love
His touch to my belly soft like a CASHMERE glove
My heart breaks knowing where I was till late
I’m trying to deny
To keep up the lie
Everyday I try
As my belly grows
Does he even know
I think of that day and I feel so ashamed
My one night of pleasure is going to cause so much pain
NLISTIC SOULDIER
SHE SEEMS SO DISTANT
WHEN WE SHOULD BE GROWING EVEN MORE CLOSER
WHEN I’M TOUCHING HER INTIMATELY…SHE REACTS
AS IF I’M GROSS
DEFIANT…THIS SHOULD BE A JOYOUS OCCAISION
WE NEED A TOUCH UP...LINE UP
DOES THIS CHILD MARK OUR LOVE IS FADING
IF IT IS.....
WHY NOW...IT’S DISSAPPEARING
YOUR OVEN IS TOO HOT
MARKING MY FOREVER SPECIAL YEAR
DOUBTFUL THOUGHTS REVISITING
TRULY
OUT RULY
JUST PROVE TO ME, WHAT I’M THINKING....... COULD BE WRONG
TOGETEHER AS A FAMILY DO WE REALLY BELONG
MZ PREZZ
So far from where we first began
I strayed so far from our family plan
Never my intent that night
Now I live in constant fright
I know he feels I’m not all there
I still love him
But it’s my fear
I still love him
All the same
I think he feels my shame
Hating himself
But I’m the blame
Just a flicker in life’s great flame
I have to keep up in this game
Lies upon lies
Inwardly he denies
His endless cries
Only I truly realize
My loves disguise oh lord please
Don’t let this become my family demise
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