Submissions by John21

Slow and discrete is how I move my feet. I step in trumpet thru urban streets. I don't slang or bang, it's an incognito thing. And enigma or puzzle that's intriguing to the brain. Maybe a villain or vagabond or secret agent man, although thought to be in cahoots with drug dealing Colombian. You see the images of a ruthless gangsta small minds must abort, the images of campaigning thru murders of all sorts. I am an X man, with brothers across the land, we fulfil the need of supply and demand. Drugs is know as a way of life,but pharmaceutical an alcohol, cocaine just alike. Should I be looked...

Is it by chance or fate, what stands in our wake. Prophecy being fulfilled, whether considered real or fake. Universally chosen guardians of humanity, my people reign from not just earth but from here but throughout this galaxy ..Hard to be viewed as happenstance or taken just for granted, that our past onto the present was skillfully design written an planned. Stolen legacies unfoiled, of the Gods of ole, deceived by the devil,both  bought and sold. The knowledge of self is worth more then gold, love for your people multiply ten folds. I feel a awakening of the world, a paradigm shift, I...