I’m truly a wordsmith with poetry and rhyme…

If you haven’t realized it by now, I guess… you must be blind.

I really don’t feel bad if you don’t like my page…..

I have a place where my poetry’s all the rage.

In his head yes!

Damn! …. I wasn’t even speaking to you Chris….

Who’s Chris?

Oh!… Just the voice in my head… which the last words… rhymed with…

Who thought you can actually do that with words…..

You mean, put it on a treadmill backwards… and still make it come first.

Yes it’s a skill…. I probably mentioned this before….

It’s like the words just flow…. from my third minds eye’s core.

I completely zone out….?

Yes! …Please don’t pout… I’m always on the scout ….for my scythed words to put doubt…

Or even reroute…..

Your thoughts or your feelings……

Maybe in theory…..then you’ll like these pages.

If you haven’t realized it by now…

I’m oracle 707…..so please just stay calm.

Maybe I should just try… and put that diff-erent-ly……

The oracle 707… in actual fact …is just me.
The oracle 707

State of chaos
When are we going to realize we a slave to the system and just standing by…
Like a passerby…!
Witnessing their love being cooked and fried…, on a grill… you paid for…and this can’t be denied.
It sores me to see this state in chaos…, playing it cool like they control us.
We put you there…, don’t think we don’t have the power to pull the chair…
Right from under there… Sorry I didn’t mean to scare…,
You’ll fall to our level… and groveling won’t help…
Because we just don’t care!
The government is blinding us…, like mice…, but this time the clock just isn’t there…
What I’m saying…, they robbing the wood from the forest…but this time it’s the opposite…
What I mean is …they stealing from the poor and giving to the upper-shit…
We too good a soldiers…, to rise up against a corrupt government…
And they are Loving it!!
A justice system designed to take away your pride…. and shovel it.
I wish I had a super power like hulk… and take the fight to them, and make them jump a bit.
Like a Jack…., or I mean popcorn because these devils are just playing the masses and hiding their horns…
Like the thorns…., We live with daily…
Everything’s mediocre, but not like… tele tube’s Martin Bailey..
More like the state ate the land and selling it…like a piece of cake on a plate…
I mean they sold part of a mountain… for god’s sake.
If that’s not insane enough…. I live in a world where the order of the day…
Is to wear bullshit accepting night vision shades…
It’s not this generations issue is the call of the day…
What about your precestors …do they not have a right to say….
How they want to live on their day….
The world is cruel and the ships in the bay…
I mean the pirates all died…
By the way!
They were the only ones that stood against the rising tide…
That is today!
So why the hell don’t we care? …, Let me share… this truth,
Not like a confession…, more like lost ambition…, of what I could have be…
If I was born 500 years from now…, so now you see…
Like peas in a pod….
And the only one that stands out is… Me!
Why? …Because I see things… diff-erent-ly!
I’m preaching to the choir… so why even bother …
I’ll just swallow these words…
Or do you Agree!!
The oracle 707

I use my pen to get rid of this overwhelming frustration….

When my life feel lost with no direction.

I call out but all that silence is the answer….

It really looks like I’m backed in a corner.

This is really when I’m truly at my truest…

Even when the whole world is acting stupid…

I’ll fight till I die!!

If not for me, then for my family’s pride…

So I’ll fight till I die as I said before….

A true champion I am …right to the core.

Don’t stress or don’t run or even make a fuss…

I’m rhyming aren’t I …without having to cuss.

So sit back relax I swear I’ll make it to the moon…

Without any help it looks like…I’ll still be there soon.

At the top I’ll look down to scurrying ants…

I’m up here I’ll call …just listen to their chants.

In my head it comes loud a voice screaming you fool…

Just chillax!… This dark time will be over soon.

To those reading and think this is not tough…

You try telling a story that rhymes with like…stuff…

This is a skill so why try and be buff.

I’ll slay you pieces with my written rhyme….

I challenge you …no dare you to give this a try….

When you fail remember what I said…..

This is not easy so please go back to bed.