Gunners Hell

Somethin i wrote last year...

 

Paper or plastic or Moses halftime speech,

a daily decision or let the black flies be
Cecilian resilience, perhaps Will an the apple drowned

when the devil baptized Eve

A social imbalance to trigger purity in vain,

irony's scapegoat to defer the means to claim
that for obscurities an change,

the child must rape his father, then only the cure to see its way
self assured, no grief dismay, she’ll learn to bleed an pray,

after all, one observes to lease the day
no herd to speak of age, no earth or leaf to sway,

executive privilege..no words impeach the scape

I speak as the lamp does shade

and the strings to break
pants to leg its a scant display

when the Queens to mate
enjambments played in the Gambits raid

so heed the stakes
each verse holds ten degrees of shame,

while your  under paid,

 
in a hundred ways….T

he ‘Apple bottoms out’…

like on flava flavs family mothers’ day

 

 

 

I went off on a topic,

rhyming bout what not and the gunners hell
six miles up, the turret hangs with the sun(son)  

like Tony Dungys belt

 

Apple seeds an hardcore sex,

plant the tree above the canopy of art forms nest
a love lost through a broken home,

beggars been shot through his cardboard vest

 

 

What?

Black masks in the contract,

respond to any breach
a pathogen without contact,

jaded swans in city streets

Im blogged at the straits, got facts to face,

taking on stragglers in a small raft that’s chained
like mall rats and change,

pull the car around for the getaway

when God cracks the safe

Out the side entrance or exit,

each theft and sentence has nexus
the vestige is septic, eclectic,

infectious and respected by leftist

 

 

 

 

I strive, given praise, to unlined hidden graves,
“two hundred pharaohs and five Billion slaves”

 

Anarchy belongs in the grapes of eden,

for abrasive reasons,
the Gates in pieces,
we never getaway from legions ,

it’s a fate of Kingdoms,

dust crops in a love lost to bait the treason

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rhan F. Sydney]

Very weighty. It's a heady mix of teetering imbalance and horrid realization. Thank you for the entry.

[Theta S. T.]

I like it...I did get lost for a minute there but I picked it back up the 2nd time around...

"A social imbalance to trigger purity in vain,
irony's scapegoat to defer the means to claim
that for obscurities an change,
the child must rape his father, then only the cure to see its way
self assured, no grief dismay, she'll learn to bleed an pray,"

I think this is my favorite part...

~~Theta

[Li Li]

Hit me up on this piece.... Want to work with you on something.....