Lynda Ferrer ~ Blog Illusions ♥: Tears of Love

Lynda Ferrer ~ Blog Illusions ♥: Tears of Love: If humanity would know How a woman suffers In pain the cause a foe when her heart is broken suffering the lost token of a loved ...

Tickle My Fancy: Made In America Festival

Tickle My Fancy: Made In America Festival: Walking up to the festival...  To say there were hundreds of people would be an understatement. There were thousands! Picture a huge park...

PROPAGANDA

No money feeling really light headed 
floating on this  air in my tummy
 its been very vacant for  sometime now
my fouls are flagrant no more extensions
 for unemployment ...feeling the workers  smile
puzzled me why ?....
 when the workforce in America
becoming more toxic and vile
I paid into my benefits
Jobs are hard to find .... 
their enjoyments are sabotaging the working class
technical jobs  are intentionally held  back
American too stupid anyways
 never  try to provide us with any  real skill 
hard to handle those occupations
when they are  in other countries
paying  these indigenous people  slave wages
you don't think the U.N. doesn't know
They have us in their back pocket enclosed in a wallet
right next to their  baby pictures
birthing new propaganda
 
N.A.F.T.A...North America Free Trade Agreement ...
Patriotism does the government have  all  of our backs
I thinking they are laying us on our backs
government feeding us lies instead of sound work
 .... Bill Clinton  was the first black president
I guess because he was black balled
he never did anything for US...  y all
while his  association calls
C.O.F.R...Council Of Foreign Relations 
democratic and republicans
 Ying and the yang
  entities for We the PEOPLE
that are exclusively in vain
parting my ways from these  parties
obviously they never invited us anyways
 WW3.....is going to be open invitations though
your uncle is going to tell you  "HE WANTS YOU"
because your young and strong
Obama cares  he also shares
U.S. Military policing
Great Britain your also sitting in the sit of the scornful
throw the rock and hide your OLD hand
I bet they wont give Obama knighthood
According to the Queen everybody in America
 Is ghetto and hood so he can keep his contradictory Noble peace award
 
The inattentiveness  that feeling at this  time
finding your space in this world my  precious youth  
try riding in small compartment of a tank
America dream is a nightmare
the powers that be is  all about greed and private banks
Protest and Protect your future   
 the elite need pawns and slaves  to finish their dirty work
like the teachers need students to hand out their  grades
ultimately to get paid....
 Fight for freedom  get your jobs back to your shoreline
don't let them run you  through the motions
they  don't WANT YOU ... intelligent
the best jobs are overseas our  fledgling  economy makes it evident   
 
Rothschild's  endorser of the New World Order
one of them dating J. Electronica  the prince of hip hop
Your names fits you perfectly just a illuminati  ROBOT
 ironically showing this genre  been sold
 tapping my feet wondering
when they going to ditch the dollar and quarter
 coins and paper money is going to be in your favorite museum
when   ALL the We the People would  be open slaughtering season
For now they use afro Americans for target practice
America The beautiful lift your heads because your government
had made you  so ugly and God doesn't Like UGLY ......
I pray for once again  his grace to shine on us
to replace back the crown of good
to help perpetuate better brotherhood
to usher away incompetence on  our continent
We need Government  for  all not just  for the agenda of the one percent



Nlistic Souldier

  
  

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This is How I dream

You don't know
how much
 I dream of you
laying in your comfort
radiance of smile
 subdued in this misty cornucopia

Ferments of moisture design
 rests on our anatomy 
intoxicates
blissful regions
our touch maybe far
 our soul ascends
twisted in myriad directions
east...west....
south....north....
 all coordinates that all leads
 back to you...

 Horizons of love reign
as it rays perch
on each
 of our temples....
 centering..... manifesting
 parallel rhythms
 sounds heard
sweeter then melon dew
fruitful in our intentions
we want to bask
in this great  garden
again....
Our devotion  had once  tilled
fertilize to incarnate more
our co-existence of love

This  remarkable dream of you
its scenery that coincides
 with my imagery of Eden
  your beauty accents it array
cascading hills of great vineyard
skies reveals of blue teal
with the hint of royal purple
rainbows are  adorned
bending  prisms
of your reflection in falling water
landscapes are vast in this  humbling valley
very proportionate  to our feelings
where I thoughts transform  identity
longevity of our emotions never  tainted
This is how I dream of us


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PLENTY OF WORK

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

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