Division leads to unreliability.

When you can't rely on anybody, you become depressed.

Division leads to trust issues.

When you can't trust anybody, you can't stand against crime.

Division is human nature's number one problem in society.

It could lead to problematic situations that could lead to extinction.

Humans are made too love, and bond with each other.

No matter what principality we should get through it

Government was created to benefit humanity.

Government isn't making are future better.

All it cares about is money, and power.

The love of money is the root of all evil.

Globalism masquerades as a peace-keeping system.

Yet it's a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Globalism is all about money, and power.

Enslavement of mankind is the fornication we live in.

Why are we so divided.

Politics are ruining are identity.

Media is making hearts rot.

It burns are beautiful nature.

Evil is right before our eyes.

Decieving us to believe lies.

Creating a negative reaction.

Killing are rights of freedom.

Stop the hate media has created.

Come togeather in harmony.

Think for yourself not by the media.

Are national identity is at stake.

Why you always on me haters, saying how bad I am

I don't take the crap from you, just leave and take your bags.

My confidence brings me greatness, but you got none of that.

I got support and freinds that got my back, just cut the crap.

I got words out my veins, that pump out my game.

My poems are the truth, they put haters to shame.

I'm not here to shun people, and rise to fame.

I'm here to make my people shine and make a name.

I don't take the crap, stay out my way.

Your going to get scorched from my flame.

Before you take a shot, think the price you will pay.

I got words that will kill your only game.

Stay firm against the waves of tribulation.

Don't let it bash against your solid foundation.

Don't let your confidence erode into nothing.

Don't let your past triumphs bring your guard down.

Bring your guard down, you will sink to the seafloor.

The menace of your life will stab you in the back.

Crush you into grains of sand till you are unnoticed.

Drown you with weights of hardships till you give up..

You can reach the land of milk and honey.

You will thrive in the new world of success.

You will go past the edge of your abilities.

You will inspire and hit the peak of your leadership

Don't fall into sadness fellow writers.

Don't give up just because you failed.

Get back up, and keep your eye on the prize.

That glorius prize is hard to get a hold of.

At the end of your mission, you will accomplish it.

Obstacles are not impossible to overcome.

They're a part of life, it's their to make you stronger.

I't may take a year, five, or maybe even ten plus.

Yet you will get their, you will reach your destiny.

If you just drench yourself in sadness fellow writers.

You will never have the confidence to overcome.

You will never perform beyond your previous abillities.

Great writers never go into gloom, but produce writings that bloom.

Live and fight another day.

Stand up, don't let your heart fade.

You still got hope, their is a way.

Speak up, don't fall into shame.

Abuse, your in a constant struggle.

Their is hope, for you to snuggle.

Real love does not taste like a pickle.

Love is sweet, makes you laugh with a tickle.

Their is hope for the next day.

Continue on, freedom's on the way.

God is with you, he's their where you lay.

You will make it, God would say

You'll pass through the dimmest recesses

In darkness they'll want you to start

But reasoning only oppresses—

They'd rather you see with your heart

Sometimes my searching upsets them

Their tempers are never the same

But when they've consented, I've met them

And always they've known me by name

Sometimes their fire comes willing

When offering sweat as the spark

The blaze can grow, laughing and thrilling

But sometimes I'm left in the dark

You'll want to give up, you'll grow tired

But don't let the chase go ignored

The seeking is what they admire—

The seeking is what they'll reward

#poetry #thoughts #micropoetry

Prelude

Mike Wesson, Brad O’Neil, and Charlie Phillips, walked into the First National Bank in downtown Omaha, off Seventh and Dodge. Each man carried sawed-off .30-.30’s under their long coats. Their plan was to get in and out in under three minutes with as much cash as they could. It almost worked.

What they couldn’t have foreseen were two police officers who happened to walk in behind them and that was when all hell broke loose.

Brad and Charlie were gunned down before they had too much time to react. Mike made a break for a side entrance/exit and barely escaped a bullet.

Running blindly, Mike turned left on Eighth Avenue, running like devil was hot on his ass. He could hear the sirens all around him. He knew if he didn’t disappear fast, he would get nailed and this time it would be his third fall: a life sentence. No parole.

The dark rumbling clouds suddenly broke apart and rain started falling heavily. Mike was thankful for that, as it would give him some kind of cover as everyone on the street was running indoors to stay out of the heavy downpour.

Ditching his .30-.30 sometime ago, Mike raced Leavenworth off fourteenth when a lightning bolt arced from ground to sky and hit Mike like he had never been hit before.

What few people who saw what happened, said it sounded like a soft crackle. Other people said the man just evaporated as if he was never there.

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Cody Martin had just escaped from a state prison in Nebraska. The horse he had wasn’t the fastest in the world, but he would make-due the best he could. At the moment, he had about a five-minute lead on a posse who was steadily gaining on him.

Cody had one gun with no extra ammo that he took off the fellow who owned the horse, and there was a fully-loaded Winchester in the scabbard.

He knew when it would come time to shoot it out with the six or seven men breathing down his neck, he would have to make every shot count.

Cody was in prison for bank robbery and murder. All the wanted posters always said the same thing: consider him dangerous.

He caught a break when a prison guard started nodding off while he was on a work detail. He saw his chance and knocked the guard out, took his gun and horse and took off, but it took no time at all before a posse was put together and now he was riding hell-bent for his life.

As the horse labored under him, looking back over his shoulder, he saw they were gaining, and he could hear the hunk of horse flesh under him whining and wheezing every ten feet or so. The horse was near ready to fall over. Cody knew there was no way he could outrun them.

Up ahead, he spotted a small ravine that would provide some cover. It was there he planned to make his stand. He would either kill all of them or be killed, but either way, he wasn’t going back to that hell-hole in Lincoln.

In the distance, thunder roared, and the winds began to pick up as dirt and dust started swirling in the air. In a few more seconds, the sky overhead became darker and more menacing.

Just as he made his way to the ravine, he pulled the Winchester out of the scabbard and slapped the horse’s rump, so he wouldn’t get shot, or shot at. The horse did a slow trot about a hundred yards away.

Cody dived behind a couple small boulders as bits and pieces of rock and dirt kicked up all around him from the bullets coming his way. Cody sized up the situation in a hurry. He had plenty of cover. They had none. He had no food. They probably had plenty.

Just when he knew they were in range, he aimed the rifle and quickly shot two of them off their horses. The others fired back at him before they spread out and took positions behind their horses they had lie down on their sides. Not even Cody would shoot a horse.

The winds picked up even more and a few drops of light rain began falling. Taking his time, Cody found another target and was about to squeeze the trigger when a lightning bolt came up from the ground to meet the sky and hit Cody Martin like he had never been hit before.

Later, back at the prison, the posse told the Warden they had never seen anything like it. One man said the lightning must have centered on the rifle he had, but after they went up into the ravine to check to make sure he was dead, all they could find was the Winchester, and the horse he stole about eighty yards away.

Cody Martin was gone. He simply vanished.

Condition meaning

in coming to

Time a ruling finger away

Smelling fault

eyes of doom

Memento mori masks

impromptu

Reflected songs

worry and trepidation ring

Humming eternal tune

the last of you remembers

Conditioned freeedom

responsibility resumes

Godhead items of being

Lost in questions

unpresumed

Rolling tides away

from running

All back to oneself

Sleeping to that tune

sang itself to you

Now awaking

cursed

Joy is you.