An Instrument Of Life And Death

the pen in the hand of a master wordsmith 

is an instrument of both life and death

what they write suggests the type

of vision that they possess for life on earth

as they fight for the birth of a better now &

for the rest to change like the weather 

or else feel the pressure from the thoughts

that emanate from behind their brow

with the mind of tao they are

positioned as a constellation reconfigurer 

who engages in conversations like squeezed

triggers from chrome to the dome by heartless killers

who spill rivers of blood with hot lead

but this lead hot spit delivers words that spread &

rips a certain truth meant to capture the attention

of both elders and youth to uplift and shift

mental states like tectonic plates reshape &

reproduce the landscape of geological formations 

and sometimes it requires destroying foundations

in order to rebuild an improved creation 

and in this case there's little time to waste 

the key is for them to use their craft 

to uncover the root cause of the misplaced angst

that plagues the planet planted deep in the being

of souls disenchanted with existing like a crew

without a life raft stranded on a deserted island 

missing civilization wild and drifting deeper into states of

psycho abberration 

but it takes recogntion of the symptoms

to know that this is the present situation of this &

every nation chasing immediate gratification like

Kanye Kardashian and Shawn Knowles lost souls

without proper direction heading North West to 

Blue Ivy Bohemian Groves where Athenian clothes

are made to shade the chamelon's mold which

has a hold on the lies sold meant to divide society

like the median in the road 

that's why what the poet composes

explodes like an IED so the blind can see the light

tired of talking about the problem the revolutionary artist

is all about changing the world...write!

Battling Beelzebub

gotta focus
because the media magicians
with television

have mastered hypnosis &
got the masses fooled
with their hocus pocus
presenting information
that's nothing but bogus &
without proper gnosis
souls are hopeless
scary thing is most
recognize and know this
but still they blow kiss
to the grossest
offense against
the human apotheosis
taking doses
of red rum roses
which grows pits right up
under our nose its
a mystery
no doubt
a conspiracy
with a dark cloud
hovering over our domes &
like chemtrails the poison
is coming through the airwaves
invading our homes
so gone
the youth are
in a zone
like a nuked star
filled with filth
on chill like milk
gone sour
from the wrong power
they're tapping
lost in a strong tower
they're trapped in
a maze with a daze
that was foretold
to fall in the last days
so crazed
no question
their ways
look like a possession
of demons in legions
leaving lesions
like the seiging of Grecians
who were civilized heathens
with no reason
just passion
committing high treason
through their immoral actions
steered by unclear thoughts
to which they adhere at all costs
but they're double crossed
by Lucifer
in trouble tossed
by exorcists who's theme
track is tubular bells
laying in the same place
that Jupiter fell
in Vatican's hell
on earth
souls sell
spawn curse
outside the Kingdom of heaven
because they didn't undergo rebirth
as they're entertained &
when attention diverts
the truth deserts
like perceptions of reality
when one is tortured with hurts
by perverts with no conscience
it's a fallacy

so be on alert
of all the nonsense
spreading everywhere 

like a wildfire
in the Black Woods
that tracks hoods
for lions and tigers
held in captivity
behind the lines of the enemy
subliminally deceived
on a criminal spree
like a spider who weaves
a wild web to feed 

while politically
the citizenry is being misled 

with modified lies to leave them
living dead...