DRAUKEEN POKELL:CONFESSION OF A DEMON

Evil Rights

For man sings a song of saddness while dancing a jig of maddness,yet a  fearless coward stands in the mist of happiness only to humble a sight of blindness. Death rains among all ,and so does a wave of living. Instant is success slow is process on such a  mortal life as into blameful giving. What calls is strange views of blunt mental learning,even though it seems drama thrives through rough distrust with great balancing.If life is as of less thought, and less actions than let not an eye of person or persons collide with those of higher functioning. Doubtless should we be. Blameful of non-verbal agreement of authourity.Silence thy tongue with humility. Distance ourselves from human standards of a new dark democracy.To stand with is to give up their voices of protest of peaceful angry.Minds shall be twisted before those who prey unto weakly lungs with strong hearts just only. Open your eyes to sight truth mixed with lies into a uneven sea of false deeds. Time will come w...

Disease of Love

Infected human rally upon many faces,for a love that seeketh light into deepened places. Yet eyes that fade into dark feast on closed sight,cometh behind are those who crawl with spite,not feeding without a tortured respite. Instrumental tongues dead beyond the tones of ears as of many grateful unions invite beasts, Taketh beating hearts of flesh that warms blood a life meats. inflamed is the bellies of those shadowed the very weak,Sounds of muted breaths walketh into night and day never to speak. Only as of creative from wicked hearts that power resides,Chains sown for living minds. Sacrificial herds for fiendish souls of ancient pasts,Seething rumbles must tether before peace can pass. Down into depths link black storms,fire shaped creatures rise impure as a new born.

Sorrow of a Contradiction

Read my lips

For my heart is a trip

Nobody sees my loss as it flips

Smile full of pain

Tears become my daily strain

Keeping my mind sane

So much I carry upon my shoulders

Seeking truth yet they lie as I get older

Fighting darkness inside can be hard for a soldier

Feel together only to be broken

Negativity always spoken

Friends family relationship can be a token 

life can’t be fair 

For people I see barely care

Going on and on until my last

Running from a forgotten past

No patience around me only to be fast

One day I shall pay

A man like me will stray

All I can do is keep my eyes on God and pray.

Demarian Pollard: heart of a good man

Yeah what is this I feel

Something different about this thrill

Strange love but it can’t be real

Between hate and lust things stand still

Another has you or maybe many do

Am I good or just a fool

Questions in my head on a stool

You mad I’m mad hours later we cool

Things don’t n do make sense 

You put up a defense 

I’m on offense 

We both same and opposite 

Reality mixed with delusion  

Marriage in our vision 

Falling  in love with you was my decision 

Making you my everything is still my determination 

Now we at a point of no return 

Ball still in your court so you can’t run 

If you do then let it burn.

Black Men: short peaceful danger

Incredible speech

Sensational reach

Unbelievable streak

A future that isn’t bleak

Lawless love you speak

Compassion you seek

What is a man without his heart for it stands inward never to be held by special hands even as these hands grasp its very emotional and physical rhythm.Stranded is a mans self  folded is a mans confidence and tortured is a mans soul.Fatal wounds cause his inner peace to crumble upon delusional perceptions which embeds tragic memories that wither his very existence.Can a man a walk with light steps without destruction following his presence?

POOKIE: love-evil-marriage-faith

Make you lose your mind,kiss your soul with my lips,your heart is what I find,love all over the place we taking trips,you never had this before so you in a bind,I’m a new feeling for your body and soul,past present and future is pookie,Im the fire which ignites your coal,this is fate call it destiny,you fell in-love with a being whose ol,curse and a miracle is your reality,forever is what we have so no going back down that dark hole.

POOKIE: the mental demon draukeen

Life is frustration,nobody sees me as good but if I start to kill then I get their attention,underestimating me will be their destruction,cause and effect is just a illusion,yall never humble the lord so I must disconnect all function,you look at the world with little perception,deep hatred seeded by you is an violation,I speak a language that will befall this nation,I can summon darkness,creatures who hunger your very happiness,emotional you shall be when they devour your madness,dark beings called by me will eat the heartless,keep vigilant for time is near for those who will be soulless.

POOKIE: the woken one

I better take the chance I won’t get another one,stay with a loss never won,physical blind words hurt like fire yet it ain’t non,living for centuries through wars of human creativity without daughter or son,i bleed talk walk stand smell but I ain’t human,try to let the heat settle just a waste of time when it’s fumin,love trust passion lust pain is life,nothing changes just another day of strife,a heart so lovable yet bleeds sorrow by knife,keep my mind intact with smoke,everyday i see truth but lies suffocate me for those make me choke,I laugh at the seriousness yet it ain’t a joke,paranoia is my comfort when it’s spoke,I’m getting tired swimming with the sharks cause of my backstroke.

DRAUKEEN POKELL:CONFESSION OF A DEMON

Shallow is my soul for it has no meaning of worth,standing still within myself yet on top of a shadow of another,bring my reality to extinction for my vision is false,drink my own blood for a beast devours me,hurt I feel for no presence of a gift cannot be,a warrior I am but only to realize weakness controls me,humiliation washes my love away quick for anger to replace it,I’m not human not from mental or feelings but of spiritual proof,many lives lived were work,sick thoughts bring killer crave,deep down my hunger for death rises,a smile I have is real yet it turns into a false future,I want more or less I don’t know I am lost,translation becomes gibberish so nobody understands my spiritual job,this humanity I live this body I live is becoming expired,be fruitful he says yet no seed of mine has been planted and if it has sprouted than life has butchered,*** you I hate you I rather kill than be peaceful or use my fist,everyday is a struggle for me to not release death ...

Short Poem: Endless N*gga

I had a dream of a  nightmare/ waking up into hell/seeking comfort with a faded stare/feeling trapped in a cell/only to be stalked by the unfair/hungry eyes come as they ring the dinner bell/beasts claw at me without a care/How long must I die in this scary tale.