Goodbye To My Soul

The devil is the mastermind
of capitalism.
Getting what you sold your soul for
is a camouflaged optimism.
Demons view your poverty
from a penthouse, pulling your strings
from the shadows.

Thought, memories,
synchronizing
into a vortex of lost and found
where your intelligence
lost the full deck of cards to frolic with.

Loved ones lost patience listening
to a persistent man reminiscing,
promising he will go back of what used to be.
Chasing the ghost of my memories
echoes of the angels slip away from me.

Losing myself in past time,
drifting in the previous shine.
My soul is a hoarder for the days
before yesterday, wishing tomorrow was a yesterday.

Spoiled for memories, blocking blessings
not comprehending
today’s way of living.
Delusional as neglecting
enjoying the moment, subconsciously rehearsing
in today’s time,
acting the part hoping the clocks rewind,
to bring everything forward
I left behind.

Reliving of what I was previously
when I am asleep dreaming,
are regrets as I wake in the flesh
of today’s reality.
A wolverine in the flesh,
but a kryptonite in my heart.
Don’t know where to start
to escape from being
trapped in the dead end
of where my soul use to be.

Living long enough
to see a nightmare
from start to finish.
Permanent graveyard shift,
wondering if the sun ever exist?
Nightmare clear as vodka,
numbing the cold winter nights,
walking with ease where I’m sleeveless
and soulless.

The Devil(Part 2)

Please read The Devil(Part 1) first before this.

 

Nobody hides pain better than

a man

that’s trying to do right.

Now, here I am

indirectly explaining

the pain

that harasses me

mentally and spiritually

which causes me

to overeat everything

that’s unhealthy.

When people read my dark

poetry

they usually ask

“What’s bothering you?”

I reply nothing.

I wish that was the truth

but the more I do right,

the more I lie.

The more I try to be outgoing,

the more I hide.

I fear what I don’t understand.

Why is so hard being a man?

Being a child was hard,

so being an adult in today’s generation

is mission impossible.

Is psychological integration

possible?

I found millions of demons

in my body

but I can’t personify them.

They have me condemned

to a life sentence of imprisonment.

Trying to remain strong

but my patience wearing weak.

The evil possessed in me

is unique.

What I learned is what feels like heaven

is really defined as demon.

It uses pretty looks as a form of sedation.

The fallen angels placed me on suicide watch.

They forcing me to stay alive which forces

my confidence to drop.

Is it better to rest in peace or to be alive being agonized?

I’ve heard that emotions are incredible gifts

that we have to let us know

what we are thinking.

So is this true for all the inmates serving a life sentence?

What is incredible about emotions?

What is a gift?

A present, a materialistic item inside a gifted wrapped box where an emotion hides.

But emotions don’t have an return policy.

This is a complex process and I don’t have the skill to deal with negative feelings.

Why do I feel so negative about today’s generation?

Vaginas stretching wide open easier to access.

Marriage became harder to request.

This is today’s world and we have no choice but to accept

thanks to the precious gift of an emotion.

The pleasure of something becomes so much of an addiction,

it’s blinds the morals of the righteous,

and the pleasure of doing something negative,

like smoking, drinking, gambling, sex, robbing, is the god we worship

but this is just finding happiness in wrong places.

When we listen to our emotions, we won’t always make the right choices.

We listen to those voices.

The voice that speaks in your mind to play a hoax on you

so you don’t use logic.

A temporary fix can lead to a lifetime of guilt and this kills

like weed killer in a vegetable garden.

As life on earth ages, it as well hardens the lives of humans.

Technology, Music, Television, is different in each generation.

Is change always a good thing?

When a change in your life occur

is that God’s blessing

or did the devil grabbed your face and took a swing?

I am a man in the clouds of heaven trying to fly with one broken wing.

Man I wish everything written in this poem was a dream.

The Devil(Part 1)

The devil is a preacher
The devil is a prophet
The devil is a teacher
So what does this mean?
It means that the devil
use disguises.
Why is evil in a disguise?
Deceit is more astonishing
than any magic trick.
Its extremely secretive
like Alex Mack power.
Can slide under locked doors
at any given hour.
The devil time is coming to an end,
so life for the millennials is getting harder.
My struggle is against the spiritual forces of evil.
When I solve a problem, it’s always a sequel.
Many many more issues and I’m only human.
So sometimes I think about God’s victory
over Satan and believe the light is overrated.
Life, I’ve been hate it because of Satan.
Demons were once angels, so kindness is always overrated.
Nobody is safe in this world, safety is overrated.
The technique to solve problems aren’t demonstrated
until you fail the life lesson.
This is why I believe college is bullshit.
Student loans and tuition balance are expensive charges
and make stress charge at you mentally like a bull.
The curriculum for majority of the courses is full of shit
because after graduation just empty pockets while receiving minimum wage payments.
It’s a tease and confusing like your best friend of the opposite sex giving mix signals.
Sometimes I wish life was simple like making a wish before blowing birthday candles.
I wish miracles were automatic deposits in your life like directed deposit in a checking account.
Days, hours, minutes, even seconds I count.
I count since I am closer to death, I can almost taste her.
She is brutal like the winter in 2015 in NYC.
I define her characteristic as being petty for holding grudges against me.
She celebrates my misery, blocking me from accomplishing my journey.
The nickname I gave her was Poseidon because I feel like Odyessus in Odyssey.
She stalks me so I wonder if death has schizophrenia.
Should I have mercy due the disorder?
I mean, she turn 151, 600 bodies cold a day of all ages.
That’s 105 people a minute, so that everybody from people locked in cages, millionaires in mansions, homeless on the streets starving, babies in garbages, innocent victims during school shoots.
This 105 excludes the abortions that didn’t need coffins.
But what scares me is the 250 births a minute because think about it,
how many of these babies will be possessed by demons?
How many of these babies are will burn in hell with Satan?
Now people always say stop being so negative
and you should always think positive.
Well in Matthew 7:13 – 14, it says “Enter by the narrow gate.
For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find are few.”
So now after reading this bible scripture, is this a positive or negative?
So after reading this, I believe hard work doesn’t pay off, it’s really about the connections.
Think about it like this.
Christmas lights, electricity, technology, or with anything equipment with a plug don’t work
unless you connect it to a outlet.
So in order to see the light, it’s not about hard work, it’s about connections.
Let’s be honest, when we think of the ‘light’ most of us Christians think of Jesus.
Jesus is who we worship.
The spirit of Jesus is used by many for a selfish benefit.
We follow the laws of the bible and do right by God until money involved.
Money is why we cheat, money is why we lie.
Love of Money is the root of all evil, so money is a curse in disguise.
Corruption reaches its peak when the price of selling your soul began to rise.
Rich is greedy for seeking attention of wealth
but the poor is cold hearted looking to empty your pockets.

 

After reading this, do you think the devil’s power is underestimated?

Who is your worst enemy?

Before you read this long poem, I have a few questions I want you to keep in mind while reading this poem:

1) Who is your worst enemy?

2) How did racism start?

3) Why do you think God created Lucifer?

4) They say the devil is a liar, but do you think there was ever a time the devil told the truth? (Think hard about this one and read the book of genesis)

5) Think about the person you love most(probably your kids), would you scarfice your own soul and go to hell so the person you love most can go to heaven or would you be selfish and let the person you love go to hell so you can go to heaven?

6) Since the Hebrews were slaves during the ancient Egypt times during Moses time, do you believe that this was the blueprint that poisoned the white man’s mind to view black people as property during early and mid 1800’s?

7) Since more souls go to hell than heaven, do you think the Devil’s power is underestimated?

Pick one of the seven questions and comment below on the answer to the question that really have your mind thinking deep!

“I am my own worst enemy”.
We have all heard that before.
People and emotions, drives us crazy.
Finding happiness, we can’t afford.
Excuses, we get tired of hearing it
until we come up with our own.
Treating people they way you want to be treated
is an overstatement
when you realize the devil’s power is underestimated.
Prison is hell, but church is where the demons are most active.
Too sad that people have to keep it on safety because it’s a cold world.
The fruit was forbidden and it is written.
The sin that expose the consequence, so we have to perish and we still don’t listen and God continues to punish.
Pastors are hypocrites, Teachers are pedophiles, Parents are deadbeats, Churches are filled with gossip, politicians are corrupted.
Money turns the humble into false prophets.
Money over pussy, but it’s really pussy over family.
I seen niggas die over pussy, either in the form of an STD or by a bullet.
We shoot and take a life through the form of abortions.
The unborn don’t get the chance to get placed in a coffin.
Poor choices is the reason crying babies are thrown in the garbage,
just rotting or eaten by hungry rodents.
Or we allow the embryo to become a fetus and turn into deadbeat parents and run away from responsibility.
Stability is a long reach like the journey it took for Odysseus to reach home.
It’s hard to do right, its easy to do wrong.
Upon our sight, hell is where we belong.
We are exposed to danger like an electrical box,
without a ground wire.
Hell is an imagination, brimstone and fire.
Hell is earth so what can be worst?
Why did Lucifer exist in the first place?
Don’t answer that, don’t think too deep,
but think about this,
Why does racism exist?
Why does sexism exist?
To be honest, I don’t care why either exist
or how and why it happened
but what’s the addiction, whats the attraction?
Did this type of hate and discrimination appear out of no where like magic?
Is this being taught in every generation?
A parent’s satisfaction is to teach their children to abhor another human of a different complexion that was created from God’s image.
God makes no mistake, but yet we get mad over pre- existing creations that’s beyond the human comprehension.
When the opposite complexion perish, in private we are celebrating.
How can you call yourself A Man of God if you are racist?
How many Christians in this world do you think are racist?
Now answer this; how many Christians do you think are hypocrites?
How many Christians in this world do you think are sexist?
After reading the previous two lines, do you understand the connection?
It be the dedicated Christians that are most judgmental.
In this world, sometimes we feel like everybody is against you
when you have the skin color that attracts violence towards you from your own people.
Civil war in our own neighborhoods.
We hear gunshots in our own neighborhood.
We see drug deals in our own neighborhood.
The dragon cause havoc on the black youth.
From ages 12 – 24, victimization is most active like a volcano.
The mortal combat dragon is alive and his tongue slides across these young faces.
This tongue is not from a puppy, this tongue wipes the innocence out of the young black faces.
Imagine the depiction, a God like being in the purest form,
but a mortal God that contaminate a immortal soul. So this God like being can conform
to play a hoax on a mortal’s eye.
Hell upon our sight, hell is where we belong.
Here we go again and back and fourth with the same bullshit.
A portrait of Aaliyah; I feel ashamed and yet disappointing.
An enemy identified as my own kind as I stare in the mirror.
Black is my favorite color but yet, it’s a shadow
that’s categorized as a criminal according to the juror.
It shadows the light and it’s a step behind.
Like a bat, brave in cave of darkness, but blind when light strikes.
Light makes the bat sensitive, so we strike out without even swinging.
Verdicts are unfair and one sided, but yet we increase the murder rate by killing each other.
From Lucifer leading the demons that speak to the white man’s conscience, that have the power to make blacks eliminate each other like wrong obvious answers on a multiple choice test.

Devil’s Politics

Devils politics

Technology and musical instruments

Artist perform and articulate lyrics

that help build their image

but destroy human population.

Women became thots and bitches

Symbolized as sex images

Sexual conduct is promoted

and girls are idolizing

the artists and videos

on television

and becoming sex objects

A bad bitch, a gangsta bitch

a baby momma and a diva.

We glorify these sexual personas

Gain friends and popularity

through the use of weed smoking.

That loud, that reefer, that purple haze,

orange kush

Different slang name, but it all does the same

damage in the brain.

Cells leaking out the head like semen

which leading women to abortion clinics,

children being neglected and a growth of single parents.

Husband and Wife is conservative.

Baby momma and Baby daddy is the alternative

and over the years it became repetitive.

Shit sometimes a life is created out of a situationship

since marriage is damn near facing extinction.

Marriage is the bald eagle.

Situationship is the pigeon that shit on relationships like car windows.

Peak inside the window at a isolated area

and you’ll see weed smoke and foggy windows.

Foggy windows could be viewed on porn sites.

The site that turns making love into a foreign concept.

Regular intercourse we overrate for focusing only on the body

instead of the intimacy.

The bonding hormone released at orgasm is released during masturbation ,when no one is present

so the bonding hormone we was all blessed with, stop having it’s effect.

Now privacy and safety is at risk and exposed to children

for falling victims to sexual offenders

and a quarter of teenagers been bullied through the internet or texting

and a select few have participated in sexting.

Devils strategy is to create a false sense of reality.

Schemed demonology mislead population strategically.

Evil rarely detectable, its defined as a malicious tactic in stealth mode like a fighter plane.

Devils is the president that’s winning

every election

and fallen angles are the corrupted politicians in the house of Congress

utilizing musical instruments and technology.

Comment below if you can think of ways how music and technology affect society?

What Comes To Mind When You Hear “We Got All The Time In The World?”

Zone out thinking is there a heaven or hell?
Face expressions appear to be under a spell?
Thoughts loud like a Japan peace bell
but this thought isn’t a bombshell
so this type of thought, I hear it well.
Life after death, ever wonder what’s in store for
yourself?
Souls that are with us in sprirt can’t speak or talk.
A after life after we die and what do I picture when I close my eyes?
God and angels in the clouds.
A marvelous place but wondering why such a small crowd?
Angels cover me, protecting my body like a towel.
A “Welcome Home Invitation” I received.
“Don’t be nervous” a mighty voice soothes me.
I respond “Indeed” and began to dwell in peace.
Like sperm cells, thoughts appear more than one at time
and each one is uniquely defined
and this next thought of mine is horrific like a rape crime.
A after life after we die and what do I picture when I close my eyes?
Lucifer, and demons seem to be aroused
as my soul falls to 50 billion light year
below the ground.
A undesirable place to be but why is there such a large crowd?
Demons used pitch forks, picking at my body
which leads to leaking
of blood from stab wounds all over my body.
A “Your Soul Is Mine” echoes loud in this place which is 100 times hotter than a volcano.
“Down here your soul is worthless” a bloodcurdling voice talks
and becuase of the heat from the fire,
my head twist and twirl like a tornado.
I respond ” Away from me Satan! For it is writ”

but I don’t complete my sentence as demons play tug of war with my body then drag me
to be devoured by the red dragon.
I share with you all my thoughts patterns.
On earth we are only visitors.
Life is really a dream world
So next time you rushing and make a mistake
and someone patient says
“Relax we got all the time in the world”
always remember the words written in this poem.

My Purpose

I scrutinize the face and human eyes
and analyze.
Some say I look hypnotized.
I concentrate to see the disgiuse behind
to see if people are mystified.
To see if they provide for what they lack inside.
Skeletons and devils choose to hide.
I verbally don’t express my right
as I watch from the side
and prepare for a plan to lead to their demise.
My lips are sealed but the music amplifies my mind.
I purposely choose to remain shy
but yet mind can be dark like the clouds
in the sky
during a thunderstorm.
I’m unique and I choose not to conform
to the norm in society.
So I constantly keep my mind reformed
and my brain cells is plenty
like the semen that brought me life.
I refuse to allow the world to put me in a frenzy
but like a roof I have moments when I
decline
since procrastination can be deadly
like venom
which spreads becuase of snakes in life,
but I stand tall and fight
and remind myself it’s all mental.
The intellectual process in my mind
in which I describe is clear-sighted.
Well read and intellectually nimble
Some say I’m related to a gerbil.
Non-social but yet curious about my environment
is what the ordinary person is describing
when observing me as a person.
The people in the vicinity is what I’m inspecting.
Jealously and hate I notice and always expecting.
Comprehending the disloyal helps
me to appreciate those that are loyal.
My personality so distinguished
and I learn to relinquish the grip
that made me hate myself.
It’s hard to tell at first
but watch me closely
and you will see I choose to excel.
One step at a time as I inhale and exhale.
Worst feeling is feeling guilty as hell
for failing
when you was trying to do well.
Lord would speak to me through dreams
painting a picture of whales
to expose how I was gifted with intuition and awareness.
My sense of spirituality will overcome darkness
like the light that separates from darkness
for a solution due to the war in heaven.
For every demon, I surround myself with 2 angels.
I live life according to the 2:1 ratio
which God will annihilate the Devil.

A Devil In A Blue Dress

An angel from heaven I see,

and  she’s at a distance from me.

She blows me a kiss and run away from me

 

faster and faster.

I yell louder and louder.

So bad I want to touch her,

but I can’t get near her.

Could never see her face clearly,

I only see the back of her dress and it’s lovely,

like Cinderella’s slippers.

 

 

My mind is on cloud nine,

as I’m levitating between the clouds in the sky.

I’m floating through the air, and I get closer

to her.

Closer to the scent on her blue dress,

The beat picks up its rhythm inside

the middle of my chest.

I see her arms and shoulders, while I grab her

thin blue straps.

Her skin is so metallic,

like glitter and diamonds.

 

As I grab her, that innocent voice of hers

she is slightly giggling.

She turns around, she’s not an angel

and she went from slightly giggling  

to evil laughter.

 

 

It’s a red dragon, ready to devour my body.

I’m now in the stomach of Lucifer.

All along the lady was really a fraud like Christopher.