the gatekeeper's don't want to turn over the keys and go quietly into the night they want to keep their positions they want to stay in the spotlight hoping to hender prophecy and escape captivity high society's insanity is the inability to face reality of the end
The Immortal Wize
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The Raw Deal
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize
A Partyou fall in the hands of who you trust you trust them to hold you up and not let you down then you get up off the ground visibly shaken hurt from the trust taken  |
Lingeringone cold wet rainy day a beautiful stranger ran up under a open umbrella I was holding over my head she walked with me half the way when we reached her destination she ran away I walked the rest of the way alone I felt she was the one |
What This Timebreaking news don't shatter me it's click bait like the search for BIGFOOT and Loch Ness still no sign of a giant sea creature or a throwing tree mammoth in the woods the world is Hollywood where would something that enormous hide in plain sight discernment is a built in lie detector the enlightenment is a film projector traveled too far to be under pressure if the traffic too heavy take the road less traveled I see scams all the time it cost too much to lose a dime and even more to lose one's mind |
A Different Type Of Intensitywaking up is hard to do staying awake is the worse part one opens one's eyes to realize one's on the planet of lies where truth is not told it sounds mentally disturbing but it's all under control "it's all under control" one learns life and death is in the power of one's tongue one must be careful not to speak ill will good morning sounds good but good mourning doesn't pronunciation doesn't differ how do we trust when our words are formed against us "formed against us" all one got is one's name and the power to control the meaning of the word one opens one's eyes to realize it's all a game not a fun game a sick game twisted demented one tomorrow is not and time never passes it just is "it just is" who is the one where is the one who seen the one "the one" who is the one amongst us who gone be brave enough to step up and change the world's dirty diaper who gone put they hands in that load of sh*t it ain't a wipe big enough for all the mess coming out that a** it stinks to be awake... |
I Had To BeI got in my way thinking I knew the way I couldn't get pass myself I couldn't get through thinking I knew where to go and how to get there I got lost on way going somewhere I don't recall falling to sleep I remember waking up to the sound of a voice asking me "why are you here" a question that echoed though me "why am I here" |
The AimI surrender when I don't know what else to do I remain silent when I don't know what to say I retreat when I don't want to stay and fight I disconnect when I don't want to feel I ponder deep when I strategize true intent I do not apologize |
The Raw Dealthe gatekeeper's don't want to turn over the keys and go quietly into the night they want to keep their positions they want to stay in the spotlight hoping to hender prophecy and escape captivity high society's insanity is the inability to face reality of the end |
A Wize Quote 12/16/24They'll pretend to love you then they'll really hate you. |
Fires & Floodsall non disclosure agreements are now null and void no legal force binding power or validity exist in this monumental time of exposure any longer if it's in the ground it's coming out the dirt all things will be unearth no matter who it hurt it's time to see the word be done |
Years Before The WindI didn't know where you were going but I seen where you went you think your whereabouts is unknown you think you can't be found out what you don't know is I see you now in a shroud of shrubs trying to hide to survive exposer to the sun it's too hot to be inside it's too cold to be alone it's been that way since you been gone I been counting the days and still don't know how long it's been since then |