What`s The Plan
Look at yourself you are just a stain.
Look at yourself, you have spent a decade in the cell.
I pray you may never spend a second again in the cell.
I pray you may stop selling dope, I trust your brain!
Dope pusher, what's the plan, look at him, he is just a stain?
Coke pusher, what's the plan, he must not die in the cell?
Coke boy, choose God not the crack, otherwise die on the cell.
Cracker betrayal was our God plan, our society says no to cocaine.
We say no to cocaine, pusher calls it coke!
We have a high unemployment rate but we say no to illegal drugs!
We say no to heroin, pusher calls it dope!
We push to feed our fam, ok you kill whose fam with your coke?
We have a high unemployment rate but we say no to illegal drugs!
We push to feed our fam, ok you kill whose fam with your dope?
Written By: The Senior Date: undefined
-The Survivor
...XXI. century panorama
I saw wild, human-hearted animals roaring in the filth of filthy crumbs of the crumbs of discarded chips-bags, - of the infected carcasses of garbage cans, and I thought the Order was now dictated by wolf laws. Miserable human wreckage did not understand what might have happened to them: They also took away the order of begging humility!
Humiliating each other to the ground, chanting motherly curse words, they cut their ugly words into each other’s eyes - while spitting themselves out too! They are still saving their stranded shipwrecked lives, their own recyclable waste bungalows. But there are those who have become messengers among them and its outburst is foolishly impossible. He jumps on a bridge, he thinks, all-shift firefighters are just bringing down: A new world of precious human life!
A few more stand next to him and comfort him, “Don't be discouraged bu...
And If My Soul Is Crying
It’s happening again,
Such unbearable pain,
And if my soul is crying
As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine…
I’ve let so many people down,
Lost so many beautiful opportunities,
I feel so failed and forlorn,
But is that really such a tragedy?
Perhaps, rather,
It’s a positive thing,
Shouldn’t a true artist be suffering?
At least I’m feeling something…
It’s happening again,
Such unbearable pain,
And if my soul is crying
As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine…
...MY SANITIZER IS MY PISTOL
Another cold day, shouting getaway!
Blanket warm, rent saying getaway!
Getaway is written inside my fridge!
Covid-19 adverts against my rent and fridge.
Let me pull up, wear a mask like a robber.
Let me pull up at my office like a gangster.
Take care of yourself and your crack.
Think like a gangster, your business is your crack.
Mask yourself gangster and getaway.
My sanitizer is my pistol, my finger easy on the trigger.
I distance myself from a man like a mobster seeing police.
Life is all about getting the way forward (getaway)!
My sanitizer is my pistol, my finger easy on the trigger.
I distance myself from a man like a goon seeing police.
-Written By: The Senior Date undefined
The Survivor
...Forward Child Of God
Thank you, Lord, I am still alive.
Let my lips say forward child of God.
Let my soul say forward child of God.
Thank you, God, my teacher is still alive.
Thank you, Lord, my neighbor is still alive.
My neighbor, forward child of God!
My teacher, forward child of God
Let me hear from them, are you still alive?
Together we say, forward child of God.
Together we live to help one another!
Thank you, Lord, they are still in love.
Together we say, forward child of God.
Together we live to help one another!
Thank you, Lord, we are still alive.
Written By: The Senior Date: undefined
-The Survivor
...In the ravine of waves
Waves, waves: The sailor is rocking with their dreams, and the living one who was not swallowed by Atlantis! Bikini amazons, sea goddesses stepping out of sea foam boil my blood like the words of dreams. They hope for romantic compliments. Ditches, valleys, gaps open as gates to the doors of the Sea: The ancestral philosopher!
Grumbling raging cemetery, lover licking the hips of rocks southbound! Chewing on the broken crumbs of memories, I like tiny moments of what’s left. The knife tip of the volcano of the sun still hurts my blistered skin: insomnia greets me every time the nightingale light looks at me!
Carefully I dare to just lubricate: Struggling with my increasing oxygen deficiency helps me in my fear of death; warns of dangers by flying bubbles that call for existence. And every footprint ever immortalized by immortal emotions into the home of desert sand dunes bec...
satisfaction
When We desire for something and get it
We desire more and more and don`t shit
This craze take us apart from life
and We revels like a knife
you will get anything when you endure satisfaction
it cheks in your mind all desire type reaction
but it`s endurement is truly hard
you do to control your mind like a guard
It can make you happy when you have nothing
if you don`t have it, you can`t happy to have anything
S. NITIN MUKESH ..
...Wandering eyes
What a fertile serenity. Maybe a time of immortal fulfillment, that’s why he’s so content. Harmonious move here now. cherished unnecessary activity as a caring parent of Time! - We're still here; in the realized immortality of the Universe, imprisoned, in each other's hearts, in their consciences.
Walled in the prolific tunnels of our blood vessels. - It's unnecessary to talk here, it's not appropriate. Then come the gray-worn everyday, - voices enviable and jealous of our happiness. Just living for each other, hoping; to forget the Heaven of Existence - the most important moral act: To live and appreciate love, to live as long as possible!
How many hopeless, transient moments chewing on the eternity of error: more and more certain can be given by the unconditional oath of allegiance of a given emotion! The pounding messages of hearts li...
You
The world is full of darkness;
Yet my world glows;
With your shine...
The world seems lonely;
Yet, I'm happy
Cause you are with me...
The World is in pain;
But you nursed my aching heart;
To settle in my heart.
...
For you
You haven't looked at me for a long time! Now you lived more for yourself and your family! Who in the time of earthly afflictions you were a lily-valiant, now a mother or a successor to the next throne. "Because there is still an unfortunate, clumsy, chubby son with whom and jokes and jokes could still be pursued freely - and his selfless, loving compliments were his innocent little attitudes, the main ones being good, humble."
tact. In the distance of the earth, you cheered my soul out with your mischievous laughter, you let me worship you in self-sacrifice. And now, among the junk alleys of my memories, I think of you in front of me! Who is your hair-slender body, your fragile lily hand, now blessing your self-luck with blessing that it can be with you?
To your fragile swan hands, who with their velvet caresses have forgotten all the dangers of the earth, now who has poured rich tears of joy? "I ca...