Public Enemy Number World

Public Enemy Number World

A Poem by PoeticFury
"

... What is? Who is? Truly the enemy?

"

Title: Public Enemy Number World

By: Joshua Casimier/Blake Auden

Date: December 14, 2012


There is something in the air.. something bouncing of the city streets and building walls. As war shows that everything is not without positive or negative ramifications that one way or another affects us all.

As mysterious lights cover the late nights..

Sounds of nature that are not from animals better yet unrealistic shows signs of some sort of change seems as the ultimate created enemy in itself is having a fight.

Yet we fight it as well...

Some doing for the greater good trying to find there way into heaven believing in his word.

While others may have a one way ticket straight to hell.


It shows that any second it can fall apart as just as fast as it was created.

Raining for countless days and hours..

As one day God said he would return for this new born enemy that we ourselves have made; in turn the bible stated it..

It curses us out..

It brings us down..

It shows signs of mercy..

Other times it makes no sound..

Yet we blame all the wrong things...


There is something in the air bouncing off the city streets and building walls.

Its when we inhale..

Its when we lay in bed at night.

While we sleep as others physically fall...

Extinction of not only animals, but of the human race as this enemy holds no limits or boundaries of what it can do because we have no limits or boundaries based upon what we do to it..

No color..

No age limit...

No race..

No specific location city or state..

Not held down by the ground itself, or high as outer space.


Granted we took this enemy and d****t..

The way that it is now looking if God had a plan as he placed it all here

I question things sometime as well I can't truly speak for others, but I doubt this is truly how he had planed it.

There is a difference with all this gun play..

Drug dealing..

People stealing..

Yet they can tell you every step of it, but the enemy inside tries to change, but can't how strange cause lack of practice is the reason the enemy I believe exist lack of the ten commandments.


People live by it, yet there is a difference for one who said that they understood it..

Past tense can you look the enemy that you yourself created..

That I myself created and say that you understand it..

Cause the enemy is not the lies..

Not the fears and tears..

And the old expression look yourself in the mirror, but its one whole..

The darkest of demons and purest of angels that all have ways of sin has one way or another has a finger in the pot with contribution thinking that they too have control.

Public enemy number one...

Is that what they think a person..

That makes this everyday situation worsen...

Its so much more...

That only a selected few that can see.. This life is ok.. not perfect, but living to see not another year, but day is worth it.

Cause actions inside and on this enemy makes my blood curl.

Public Enemy....

....The World

© 2012 PoeticFury


Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Author's Note

PoeticFury
none of us are perfect and at times we all are enemies to ourselves, but I believe change is not only bad, but at times can be good. Though we as people can only control so much of what can and cannot change

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Dude, you keep writing like this I might get jealous. Lol lovely speak write it live it

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