Dexsta Ray

Gold Star - 13,337 Points (March 8,1994 -)

Every Edge - Poem by Dexsta Ray

Another massacre
A batch of roses
Catching, sadness, condolences, to the families
In the motions of these times
Hope… a sea of signs
Nope, the evil minds won't break me
I keep resurfacing…
Grown up but, so what? They trying to hurt me still
So I'll keep reversing this disturbance of freedom
I heard about the world events
Before I see the burden in, the fabrics thrash
A curl of sin…
Just a mask of society
I ain't taking any hint
I'm busy focused, sending notice
When the Lord brings iniquity to naught
Stitch exposing
Ripped and opened
And no quitting
And especially for the wicked, see, they can't accept it
Never could, ever would
But insignificant
We went the route of peace, a crowded scene
Quick to seek it out, but kids are bound
To see… the grief
Too
Keep, he won't defeat you, the demons of the darkness
Seeming, needing of a target
Lusts for scarring
Thus, I hearken, all the figures, not the silhouettes
The Light is what is illuminates
To place the shadow
From, apart, I'm in affects, all attractions in the mess
Haul the vacuum, it ingest
The grotesque
Let it do it's pleasure, they try to frame me
Then threaten
I ain't had no correlation, for some years, now, they coming back for what?
Formulate a strategy, I'm strange, tugging on my heart strings
When it's clear I'm looking for no
Other
And looking for no trouble but it's looking for some rubble to complete
It's puzzle, I'm a sacrifice, someone, feel it's valid
Someone who ain't ever give a tablet
Or my pack of pencils
Classic stencils, shaped like fangs, in the minds, taking over
Everything, trying to break and make us
Fall up front…
As if the slander, and the censor, wasn't broad enough
The problem is us thinking we're
Invincible…
Involving such
Ain't no mercy given to me, only defamation, it ain't about the map
Communities, are something different, amplifying
The unity, intruded or imputed
Labels unfamiliar
Stable…
Unfulfilling, wonder why I write… quill feathers and ink, be the real
Muse, kill, steel fetters released! It's time build hills
Feels better to leap
I learn some blessings be attached to our connections
Well, what about connecting shells?
The flesh's hells
I'm blessed to tell, so.. so I'm not slipping, and dipping off the cliffs
I'm flipping scriptures, getting wisdom
Missing all the chips…
If you can't write, add lyric, let me hate light, anyone can say strife
Angry that you bad, earless
You're a failure
When it come to trying to stab mirrors, but I'm in the wrong
Eye the ushering of bad pictures
And, you know, the
Path switches
I ain't one to hook it, so they can talk, upon, and looking, but I pave the walk
Calling on the angels
Like a rookie, but I'll take the ball
Faith in all, hit me, giving praises, not a goody
Why they hood he?
I stood, and leave, the past in the back where it's at, for the track is set above
Heaven's rugs, bless the dove, and masks
Told you like a bunch of
Times…
I ain't on the trusses, flying, coming back to hurt a person
Only mean you crushed inside
I ain't with the clustered lies, forget all of that
Trying to make me into something
Snide
Forget calling back
You people, really evil, trying to see me, fall
How I'm envious of something that
I caution at?
Happy now, so, ya'll relax, you caught in the middle
I'm not a part of all these faulty acts
You talk like I'm in them, I snatch a fang away from satan
Bought my own type of venom
Today, I stake a grave for hatred
Hope the soul
Find offensive, to never eye or try to dig the bliss, for change
Never lived from all, that came, was the same
Keep the end, ain't no shutting up
Before it's silent… mission's to remit, because you never know
Exactly which lair is cold, when you'll need
Somebody…
Like crap, is how they treat you, then a scheme to hide it
Turn around and focus on those dreams
Then they scream it higher!

Great…

Speak your evil words… you've taught me not to care

Oh yea, be happy

Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual, truth


Comments about Every Edge by Dexsta Ray

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/14/2015 12:23:00 AM)


    A batch of roses
    Catching, sadness, in the motion of free times. Very wonderful sharing definitely. Amazing sharing.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2016


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