Unique Swagger

Sier Wicked Romancer's Persuasive Poetry

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The physique of my swagger mystique by the
uniqueness sweeping the critiques full of a
cherished craziness.

My brilliance are elements in resilience
a convective cognitive science.
Which forms an alliance to the squeaking rhythm
& rhymes wearing the time by comparing the futuristic line.
Twin inline with the design for telling of physics in time

what you see sweet symphony killing the physics in time
standing in profiling lines.
European design is a swagger like Merle Haggard
now that I spoken of the wine.
Let me stagger you to the edge of time.

The axis of power as I devour and scour the rhymes
in simplistic lines pathetic fairytales
My cancer like rhymes crimes in syllables of transversing words
converting two syllables killable with stages of time

Futuristic by comparison extraordinary proverbial ways
fluctuating a new era in time.
Synopsis by the dynamic content.
Voluptuous by the dynamic time…

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P r a y e r s for Baltimore #BaltimoreRiots #poem #society #Baltimore #inequality

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P r a y e r s for Baltimore

Give me a broom or a shovel
And I’ll walk with you, I don’t live in
Baltimore Maryland, but I’ve seen enough
Black teenagers shot this year, by police

I think Baltimore burns for a reason
It’s a crime Americans hardly demonstrate
Here in Montreal, we’d be on the
Streets every night, if this happened to us

We’re all slaves at one time or another
The white man did a lot of things
But racism has got to stop, in a freakin’
Melting pot, where I hear Spanish more than English

If Baltimore bleeds, I think it’s worth it
Boys in blue do it again and again
White cop shot another black teen
Say again, you mean to tell me again?

You bring in the army and line the streets with soldiers
There’ no restraint in it either way
If you…

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Why is it that any person can be judged by where they inhabit?-Why do their words have less relevance,for what they are comfortable with,that which makes them happy?After all,who is in a position to judge another acording to thier own opinions?-The answer ?- No one.
Notes:As if this really needs to be explained.

A doom laden write(?)

…All of a sudden,I became aware that there was,of a sudden,a turmoil approaching,I did not know how to describe that feeling!

The very ground ‘neath my very feet,began to fall!

My heart,it seems frozen,yet it still
beats!
I run (without thinking)-the ground is no more…
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…I awake,what does that dream mean?-Or maybe there is no meaning.
Authors notes.-On that line of thought,I might have nothing to make a note…