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
Friday, May 25, 2012
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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