started 215053 on 11 – 8 – 12

 

” no admittance to life ”

not even through the post office

not even if U could get a breath of fresh air

sustainable to the lungs that U not be bendable

hacking from the stacking of carcinogen monsters

bearing their ugly heads

like monsters desiring to take U’r last breath

but that

not even a part of this poem

more it is – about the lack to roam

in the state of democracy

where all are rightfully supposed to live free

this not the reality i see

but the rich can murder me

take my heart

and pound on my soul

hoping that i physically perish

that the truth never to grow

these in a riddle soon to be heard in the full flow of truth rolled from the tongue

to the tips of your ears

just begging that no more false fears be near

but that saints and angels

never felled – but cut down

by guns that made no distinct sound

as their camouflaged shots rang out the sound from any ear

and what flashed from those muzzles

nobody could see nor hear

because facaded they were

and still they are

until these truths come out

prevail for the wind to the sail

then there is

” no admittance to life ”