Kingdom Come

[Fa-Q]

I've been really letting my dreams do my writing since theyve been giving me some weird ideas. There's really no conceptual sides to them, just a whole bunch of random images and I'll get up and write what I see.....hope you enjoy


Dusk and dawn are locked in a Cicada Shell
My home, filled with Bibles, only made a hell,
Suddenly I’m an hour ahead, an hour behind,
Seeing is believing, light only cowers the blind,
The Ticking clocks now will only sour the time,
Then gives reason to feast, it devours the rhyme,
Will my acumen rub off, and empower the mind,
So I play she loves me not, with every flower I find,
And write her sweet poetry, in neat rows of three,
I erase the crammed chalk board, and sweep chalk,
And all that sweet talk, and clean the now fine dust,
I wont stop, the red sign’s rust, so my mind must,
Not sleep walk, it rests, but not in road kill mode still,
I’m in defense, my entirety, I am a rose and its thorns,
I’m a demon and my power only grows when it warms,
Soon and a while after, you’ll hear only a child’s laughter,

On my wall, tally marks, all each does is depicts my wins,
Egging on losses, begging on crosses, you cant fix my sins,
I hide them all away, inside my once lost locked journal,
For how can you wonder blindly and still be nocturnal,
I sit and plan, for I want a late lunch, to have dinner quick,
I’m a sinner sick, of weighing options, seeing pros and cons,
For the whore’s eyes in, knows as she knows the dawns,
And she just looks and suddenly, she chose the pawns,
She gave me, to live with, the fate all on my shoulders,
My lizard scales now feel the wait call of my soldiers,
Now the dead spirits rise to fight, in the sky aerial sounds,
As our base camp is surrounding mounding burial grounds,
Each of my soldiers cry out the worst of worried cries,
Then looking above, and seeing the first of blurry skies,
The enslaves masses smile, but the pardoned lament,
Their fearless leader, feeling Pharaoh’s hardened cement,

Now the battle cries, shake the ground under saddle ties,
The horsemen imitate and intimidate the apocalypse,
The sun hides, in darkness silence, suddenly talks the lips,
Of the fearless leader, he then not only mocks the ships,
Surrounding him, he raises the stakes, with an empty threat,
His sinful temptation, screams out don’t you tempt me yet,
A woman’s breasts, behind a loin cloth, eats away at him,
Like inside his pants, is a groin moth, it eats away at him,
So how can a Mars win a Venus, and will he win her heart,
He lives a farce in his penis, and how can he send her art,
When the cracks in his hands, show corridors of slavery,
And does he know, with this girl, more whores love bravery,
Thank God, I am only dreaming, and speaking in a metaphor,
Sleeping in the bed of an enemy, is sleeping in a bed of war,
I let my dreams do the talking, let the kings to the mocking,
Watch as my kingdom come, for I know I’m bring-ing one,

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