WARNING TO THE SENSITIVE ONE WHO READS WHAT IS WRITTEN HERE!!!

My Man

These words here

Be of no real import

Just some rambling

No real tort

These words hear

Not spoken here

Are of draft

Used for poetry craft

Nevertheless they could be

A simple raft

Used to stop a fall

Within this shaft

These words here

Could be of song

For things gone wrong

And these words hear

Could be of fright

By hands of might

These words here

May be from good cheer

These words hear

May be from hands

Full in unbridled fear

These Words here

May be from Hands of night

That stops the slight

And sets things right

In order to keep flowing

The Good Dark

And The Good Light

So here these statements be in kind

Flowing away to unwind

To see the skies red like wine

And see them ripe upon the vine

It seems so close

Time to dine

Perhaps on grapes of wrath

Or on fields of swine

For these fields have grown

And are full of bloom

Whispers fill the halls

Permeate, full of doom

For all those terrible things

Spoken against The Groom

The harvest is coming soon

Such frequencies are in tune

Uttered from the lips of loon

The harvest is coming soon

I feel you can tell

Because you see the balloon

Since it is belated

Then on whims, inflated

Causing poverty and crime to become dated

The poisoning wombs of insiders traded

Leave retirements busted and uncreated

Now hope in money, fully berated

With the lover thereof, painfully faded

You were to trust in Life

Instead you chose the knife

Cries to the Groom go muffled then silent

Now sees the mind

Of the wicked heart that’s violent

Such greed has prevailed

With no seeds planted

And water withheld

Divine retribution watches

As wicked hearts are impaled

The robot now

Picks the crops

Unable to feel

The dispersal of stocks

Now no bellies consume

The sweet smelling hops

Because murderous hatred

Spews from the tops

Now you seek to breathe

Life into machine

So that your murders

Can remain unseen

Such pain you’ve caused

Stretches stitch at seam

But you don’t care

Because life’s a dream

Then light grieves

For him that perceives

All your distortions

That cause contortions

Built on failed foundations

In great proportions

Now you know

Why there’s an order

To stop things designed

To stop the hoarder

For this order

Be for freeing

Souls put in chains

By them opposed to being

By them agreeing with a spiteful race

A race unseeing

For those that enjoy disgrace

For those that choose to waste

For those who sip and taste

The winepress of wrath

Meant for those who dare lace

And build such a hateful place

Truth will tell and see your smell

Then death will ring

That bitter bell

And warm your place

In refinement hell

So please don't lie

And proceed to sell

A form of life

One empty, in jail

It will rot your body

Then watch you fail

Corrupt your heart

And empty your pail

Then swallow your soul

And burn your sail

Upon your coffin

A hammer to nail

For such is that horse

Oh so pale

These words sometimes joking

Are written with

A degree of sulking

While watching the tragedy of lies

Move about, skulking

These feelings here are for breaming

Because it’s time for screening

The minds careening

For the sake of cleaning

The hearts and souls of

Those that are dreaming

See now, many eyes agreeing

All things good, real, and teeming

Are created by

The One True, The All Seeing

For His music I have made

As a cup o’lemonade

To be drunken in shade

While watching corruption

Bleed and fade

Don’t hate me

For I am mere man

One who struggles

To do when and what

My body can

For I was not born

With such golden hand

My body fades too

Faster than the dusty sand

Knowing all this can be quite bland

So much so

That I don’t even know, understand?

Yet still I believe

However, not in Pan

But rather I believe

The Creator is still, My Man