The Fall Of The Last Domino

The Fall Of The Last Domino

A Poem by Aziz Luther
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As I began writing I meant it to be something else and this happened.

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If you see me coming then you haven't seen me going
If you see me darling then you haven't seen me glowing
It always seem like a smile from me is like a good morning
It always seem like a sight of me brings forth good stories


Excuse my grammar if I can excuse your french
Excuse my playful self if you are seating on the bench
Hard Work beats talent when talent don't work hard
But with only a handful of talent the rest of apples go bad

Mmmm the yummy taste pleases the biter
The raw hard taste displeases, soft vs the fighter
Dark vs the lighter, smoke vs the fire,
Saint vs the sinner, pro vs the beginner

On the sprint my whole life yet I can't Bolt it
On the fly, he adjusted and they couldn't halt it
Openly given to the ones that got it, not driven
Who should I blame for my misgivings? God or the heathens
The males or the females
The angels or the demons
The parents or the children
The missionaries or the missions
The lack of sight or the visions
The radio or the television
The communist or the divisions
And its back again to religion

Forgive my french, I forget the victims
I kinda got it so i get it
If I ain't got it then forget it

The countdown began a long time ago
Call this the fall of the last domino
3.... 2.... 1..... its time to go
Is the victor the fighter or the one who controls?

© 2013 Aziz Luther


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Is about persons who suffer before they die, they go to hell, because while they are suffering demons are torturing them to distract them from the light.

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Aziz Luther
Aziz Luther

Phoenix, AZ



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I'm Chris. I have always thought of poetry as painting in words. Giving precise details with a shower of metaphors, taking a reader on a journey, making the reader understand the poet. I have always l.. more..

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