Thursday, April 26, 2018

Virtual 🌎

I walked into my virtual 🌎 today
To form another beautiful planet
Yet wondering in reality questions
Am I taking all I have real, for granted?
I see, smell and touch more of my virtual
I gaze deep in what it could be
Placed in all the planets aligned
Afraid this is just another to seed
As my head moves back & forth in motion
I peek in and out to regret
This is a place I long to be in
I will soon fight hard to forget
Curves of land - Smells not forgotten
Reciprocated whispers unimagined
How could color & beauty at first sight
Turn into a place so uninhabited
As my reality builds of daily dust
I dutifully attempt to strengthen & clean
Everything I fight to be in love with
Particles blowing from my dreams
And it is more than I've had yesterday
My gratitude is what keeps me trying
Saddened, this planet in virtual 🌎
Will never understand my reality crying

Monday, December 4, 2017

Moore Salvation

Who's knocking on your door?  Jesus?
What's knocking on your door? Grevious?
How deep do we have to dig your heart
To pull the victims souls from the dark
Doesn't confession at this political point
Expose sins this man never did annoint?
In prideful filth he tauntingly walks
As Jesus and arrogance he talks
Are unconfessed sins part an illusion
To be example of spirtual confusion?
He moves quickly about in foolishness
His Earthly damange smells of piss
Do you deceive your thoughts in muse
These victims in Democratic excuse
So hard to kill this growing cancer
This man wears sins without answers
Supported by tyranny of unwavering believers
As I in sin smell the stench of this deceiver
Chips tossed of trickery now seem so grand
Cards of religion played with devil's hands
Blasphemy, he masters words of gibberish
Feeding the offering plate of oblivious
Chosen to entertain this great nation
The need to cleanse of Moore salvation

 Someone Stole My Funny 
 Sticky Things 

Friday, November 24, 2017

Lights That Shine Hope: GoFundMe

Light a way 
Lights of glory 
Lights of love  
Lights of stories 
Let us sing 
Let us praise 
Let loves shine 
Shine dark days 
Think of safety 
Think of children 
Think of sick 
The old in buildings 
Give in small 
Give in plenty 
Give together 
Give in many 
Struggle afar 
Struggle together 
Struggle good days 
Struggle bad weather 
Share with hope
Share with love 
Share a way
For God above

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Gun Podium

Mr. Man I can do everything by myself
While miniature America sits on Putin's palace shelf
Horse Pence wears blinkers designed of fraud
A gun podium of golden bullets made for his Trump god
Turning living words of water into petroleum
Money Plates-Hymns of perversion, as you are -- come
In VVS Trump incites America's moral clarity
P*ssy grabber, fraud in chief in years of seventy
Baffled how (false) Christian leaders can for him fall
Did they not read the words of the Bible at all?
Let me recite, as a sinner, some words
Made to be the seed of humanity on this Earth
Love is kind - Love is patient - Love is pure
Love shows sacrifice sometimes made to endure
Love is not quick to anger - Love is patient
Love is not only for the white OR is racist
It is more blessed to give than to receive
But, none of these words count if you're DT
And his church is called Par of Maralargo
A hole in One? - Hey! Where'd his sins go? 
A blind man in a room, encaved by mountains can see
Trump's the fraud and #dotard of Reality Presidency
He's come to destroy our country, America the Great
Digging deep inside us all to find our hate
Simply to dodge the day of Russia's strife
In secret he knows he's fighting for his life  
Empty promises he thanks those covering for him
In dinners they ingest piggy banks full of sins
They in turn they are held in hostage and threat
Left to clean the vomit and sh*t Trump has left
Uttered in their voices and vulnerable posture
Then in turn morphed to their most feared monster
As the Mercer money trail in our eyes unfold
Reveal the deal of debt he bet America for gold
In disguise and distraction screams "Christianity"
Backed by a man insane since Hillary, named Hannity
And the "changed" man still charms cobwebs of sin
Shimmer and shine all the hate he feels within
Heavy hearts and chaos, political commotion
Halelujah, praise & lies from Trump Gun Podium 

Someone Stole My Funny 
Sticky Things 

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Virtual 🌎