“You Can’t Hide What Must Come out To Light; Your Lies, Jealousy and Envy Shall Catch onto you. Thus, Karma only need a Reason To Show and Tell” Brian N. Senatus
Yourself Within
Signs are revealed to mankind through parables;
Reaching out to those among the masses.
Many may hear but will not have listened;
Others may discover, but cannot See Pass the veil for sight.
Signs that are visible, only to those who are centered;
Being one with the universe, will bestow wisdom of truth and logic.
The superficial being stray away from the truth, to only thrive for vanity.
their nativity obstruct their reasons for living;
thus, the material is merely a test.
For, knowing thyself is more fruitful and prospering ; Wisdom and truth is better than riches and gold.
The roots Of all…
The Roots Of All…
Whom to Say it Isn’t?
The man and his woman?
The Woman or The Man..
The Woman against women…
Therefore, the Man antagonized the men
Stigmatized by Man!
Isn’t it The life We See?
Marching towards standard principle,
Self-crowned our majesty!
A life Lived For vanity thus created Life’s miseries…
The agony! Brought on to we.
The poverty passed onto we!
Famished still we can not Eat?
A 0n to misery pass on to me?
The ancestors did well..?
Whom is to say….
its just the way it goes!
The Love for riches and trading their souls?
Wasting But claiming we need of more?
Thus, Capitalizing on everything…
Now, whom is to say it isn’t so?
Whom is to say this wasn’t told?
That are screaming and Pleading ancestry was thus tearing for freedom?
Never forgetting the history! Their misery that still hunting we…
The Agony that keeps tearing me!
Now Whom…?
The roots Of all evil isn’t consuming you whole, destroying soul! and thus, turning you Cold…
Now, whom is to say that this isn’t so?
Negri, Brian
Her Everest like Chills
Brian, Senatus
The Everest like Chills!
Paths are covered from the Blizzard’s Blow, accompanied by drops of endless snow;
plowman’s plowing, through the plow-less Snowy road.
Hidden from the atrocious cold; blankets preserving their summer glow.
Yet again, another winter show!
curse Mother Nature‘s roar!
Tumbling, fumbling through her plow-less snow– her vile winter shows.
Her Everest Chills
Unintentionally held as hostages
hindered with no-place to go.
Vehicles buried resembling
snowy white colored coffins;
Even more of a reason,
hindered with no place to go.
Thus their hidden away;
lovers loving, touching and cuddling, and peepers
peeping!
The Everest like Chills!
Mesmerized by the blizzard blow,
accompanied by drops of endless snow.
a blizzard’s snowy night.
Weepers, weeping
mumbling, tumbling through her Plow-less snow
revealed through a blizzard’s blow!
Invoked by my resiliency while climbing to her mountain’s top!
Shall We Wait
Mary G (Photo credit: Enrico Matteucci ☸)
Keri Keri Sweet as Pie Mary, shall you wait while I ponder;
Not rain nor thunder shall hinder us from fondling.
Life’s tough enough, thus you must n’t you mustn’t wonder long.
Thus, shall you wait while i ponder?
Not rain nor thunder shall hinder us from fondling.
Wait, for i will the find way, even for a day such as one on this dullish day.
It matters none! and here I stand pondering on your divine similarities.
Beautiful, I depict her as, thus its meaningless.
For she is mysterious; nevertheless I ponder some more.
portraying her with such simplicity is blasphemous;
Preposterously comparing! Without a thought or a care;
thus her Beauty, her love, her soul consumes my thoughts.
Therefore, Keri Keri Sweet as Pie Mary, Shall you wait while I ponder?
Not rain nor thunder shall hinder us from fondling.
Thus, shall you wait while i ponder?
Oh, Keri Keri Sweet as Pie Mary…
Superiority Among the Masses
The Bull’s Horn (Photo credit: S. F. Pitman)
Superiority among the masses?
Back on your roads again,
Fending our Brothers and Sisters;
Neither your troopers, nor your foot soldiers shall stop us.
Not your Hawk eye-sights or your Bull-force-might shall hinder our rights.
Ahistorical pasts; still remain a great mysteries.
Unfailingly, they were written by corrupted souls;
For, their souls were traded for power.
Evidently, eyes are close shut;
Four-hundred-years of misery inflicted by the globe’s supremacy;
We’re given a month of retribution; mirroring their true intentions.
Superiority among the masses?
Blinded by their arrogance; disregarding the unpretentious human similarities.
Focused on minorities; suppressed somewhere festering in poverty.
Thus freed, but are we really?
segregated mentally, while
Snubbed at intentionally.
Yet, proclaiming religious views?
Constant fights between Muslims and Jews;
Christians and Catholics contribute to the hypocrisy;
Manipulating deity’s words for self-indulgence.
Reveres the wickedness, for immoral prominence, empowerment and world-wide dominance.
Superiority among the masses?
By: Negri, Brian
Mood: Meditation
2/05/2013
Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn Monroe (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In a room filled with beautiful women;
darken hearts are brightens by
their moonlight smiles.
their eyes depict scenes only some can see; for only the chosen will be.
The aroma of sex scatters through the air;
Love could never survive in here, for their lust overwhelms us.
Again life could not be so unfair.
For women are being shared with certain pairs;
and engaging in life’s most lustful affairs.
Tossing and turning, while tuning the rest out without a care;
regardless of whom was there.
A life without any agony or despair;
lusting, while gasping for oxygen– as if there were none left.
Those who aren’t in, cannot begin to describe manifestation;
When standing
In a room filled with beautiful women;
darken hearts are brightens by
moonlight smiles.
