Death Bed Confession

Heart Broken at the End

Peering into darkness unable to see your light,
The warmth of humanity no longer shines bright.
Your fears mixed with tears still running its course,
Why love is subdued by this unconquerable force.

Victims in the mind your past marches who hears the
beat, on your death bed in your prime now feeling the
heat.

Tears can’t wash away a life of deceit, when your death
becomes atonement! the payment karma will seek, no
pity for the dying weak.

Living life, you gave to none, still while taking from some,
caring only for that almighty dollar! but you didn’t make it
that much farther.

Now nothing to gain that stinging pain, was it all in vain!
your useless games, what remains is loneliness and disdain,
from a life you lived in shame.

“The call of the whispers in your head, on your death bed with your

dread, you chose the life that’s coming to an end, the time has

come to pay for your sins”

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The Bite and Sting

The sting after the bite
Ending darkness after the light
Nature’s order does it right

“In nature’s shines there is wisdom in time, if you just search your mind, surely you will find harmony in step with passions and grace, in this world you will find your place”

The Darkness in Thee

The Darkness in Me

A man not in step with himself from within, the riptides of failure will pull him in,
the call of reason he will not reach, entangled emotions living life beseech-ed.

Having wants is not a sin, when willing to give the love begins, a close hand carries
no weight, love denied is not the twist of fate.

A shackle heart knows no pace, those burden with greed are easy to fleece, the hand
raised in violence shall know only shame, will feel the regret before the pain.

Pride cast its shadow to hide the wounds, foolish thoughts prepare your tome, eyes
close unwilling to see, this brokenness you cannot flee.

The lies burn the skin may not feel, every dog gets a turn you will find this to be real,
care not what I say that is your right, while you descend into darkness in the day light.

Corruption Death and Fear

The Nightmare Awakes

These are the times we live in, the fear and pain that comes from within, this new period that’s lacking grace, where death comes at a torrid pace.

Hostility on the rise when giving the F finger the bullets might fly, the political left hates the right, having a debate building burn before the fight.

Kindergarten is no longer carefree, now parents have to fight with sexual gender referees, there is no place one can flee, homelessness at the head of the bread line you will say please.

A simple joke will get you slapped in the mouth, pushing an old lady to her death wow! this foolishness mounts. Corruption is the root of waste now everywhere, the greed for sex and money there’s no compassion to spare.

The Darkness in Me You Don’t See

Darkness and Light the Internal Fight

A man not in step with himself from within, the riptides of failure will pull him in,
the call of reason he will not reach, entangled emotions living life beseech-ed.

Having wants is not a sin, when willing to give the love begins, a close hand carries
no weight, love denied is not the twist of fate.

A shackle heart knows no pace, those burden with greed are easy to fleece, the hand
raised in violence shall know only shame, will feel the regret before the pain.

Pride cast its shadow to hide the wounds, foolish thought prepares your tome, eyes
close unwilling to see, this brokenness you cannot flee.

The lies burn the skin may not feel, every dog gets a turn you will find this to be real,
care not what I say that is your right, while you descend into darkness in the day light.

What You Consume Its Boom or Doom

God bless the late-night snacks, the enzymes with additives discoloration with
the preservatives, sludge moving through your septic tank, why digestion sank.
Dedicated to that delectable stack, frosted sugars double packed! still wanting
more, it’s why your health is so poor! while barely fitting through your front door.

Cast iron casseroles with bubbling cheeses warming my soul, add forty ounces
of the best fruit punch, now already thinking about tomorrow’s lunch. While chow
churns heart-burn burns! having cholesterol concerns! but still standing firm! I just
had a burning yearn! It’s just the cheese cake’s turn.

The vegetables are for the herbivore, you’re four hundred pounds of pure carnivore
gastric indigestion, intervention’s presentation! your pending vascular devastation.
That blended brewed beverage is mighty sweet, when batter brazed then basted
that combination is queue, while your chest pains just issued the order to retreat.

The kitchen is your culinary heaven, gadget gizmo! stuffing your face to half past seven, marauding marinating high blood pressure soon to be needing a stretcher. The toppings with tangy tasty textures, the sauces spiced! sauteed and simmering misadventures, always whisking with wine the mouthwatering prime beef in brine.

Throwing the dice is it just chance or fate, the love for food or just self-hate, do you
give in is it already too late, or will you eat your way to the pearly gate. Make up your
mind you’re running out of time, for it’s what you consume that makes its a Boom or Doom.

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The Fear in Will Smith’s Falling Tear

What You Do is Who You Are

The depth of distortion is diffused, when explosive emotions are confused. The blush of hue in auburn lights, the steel of will in those forbidden nights. Elements in reflection alter your selection, a turquoise tinge coming from rejection, stimulating the saturation of exasperation! that’s pain’s elevations.

Soft voices scoff at fools who cry, fear! When darkness descends now it begins, deceit in myths will not concede, nor should the truth! in your dreams recede. Painful memories random flashes of light, woeful deeds rendering a reputation UN-receptive! neglecting any elective, the taste of fear lingering in a falling tear.

Love! Life! and The Ex-Wife

The bitter will blame feeling belittled! berated and defamed
the cynical always pessimistic! when ridiculed then conflicted.
She must be deranged, I am drained, her dismay my disdain
she’s disconnected, feeling disrespected I’m being neglected.

A Debby downs of despair, killing the spirit in damn! if the Devil
may care, her aggravation! my recommendation is repudiation.
Her manifestations those misadventures when taking medication
daily difficulties with confrontations, maladjusted is confirmation.

Prognosis is problematic, her negativity is worse than the drug addict
her lingering lows with obsessive complications it’s always deterioration.
Specialists have no solutions, is it hereditary or evolution, many a fool
now stuck in confusion, her dysfunctions adding to her delusions.

Tracing the tracks of her trauma, lies that came from President Obama
when her unhappy phase peaks, a fist full of pills and still no sleep.
Illness causing her mental mind lock, such gratification if I could apply
the electroshock, no progress no prevention! paying her ass no attention.

A Moment of Thought

The Tears of Why Only the Blood Stains Don’t Lie

The invasion of Ukraine plays on the world stage while more than a handful of industrialists are getting paid, the picking and choosing of sides! wondering about who on social media has lied.

Fires burn at a Nuclear Power plant while political little men scream argue!
and rant. Missiles primed pointed and ready to fly, who has the last count of
how many have already died?

Leaders of countries their hitch-men at hand, using their populations to fulfill
their global plans. Communities blasted as the houses burn, you’ll never know
when it’s your turn.

A world watching this he said she said drama unfold, wisdom of the past never
seems to take hold, under foolish men we watch death explode! in this poker game of check raise! or fold.

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