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 Below There's A Bucket Insight 8/25/2017
 Summer Breeze Love 8/25/2017
 A Notion Of Laughter Love 8/25/2017
 The Monk Congratulations 8/25/2017
 Supersonic Love 8/25/2017
 The Nigtmare Dedications 8/25/2017
 The Hollow Leaves Love 8/25/2017
 Suffer In Silence Love 8/24/2017
 Excuse Me While I Kiss The Sky Fantasy Poems 8/24/2017
 Buffalo Soldier Love 8/24/2017
 Dark Passages Spiritual Poems 8/24/2017
 The Quaint Cottage Inspirational Poems 8/24/2017
 Juliet Love 8/24/2017
 The Royal Crown Love 8/24/2017
 Darkened Devilish Resolve Love 8/23/2017
 We Are The Lord's Love 8/23/2017
 The Hound Of Heaven Love 8/23/2017
 Alone In My Room Love 8/23/2017
 Blinded By Sight Love 8/23/2017
 Rap Is Not Dead Misc 8/22/2017
 Desire Birthdays 8/22/2017
 I'm Dreaing Of Love Congratulations 8/22/2017
 There is A God And Your Not Him Love 8/22/2017
 The Diary Love 8/22/2017
 Inner Silence Love 8/21/2017
 Marissa Love 8/21/2017
 The Illusion Love 8/21/2017
 Poetry From The Heart A Series Part I Love 8/21/2017
 Write With Every Fiber Of Your Being Misc 8/21/2017
 A Bitter Taste Love 8/20/2017
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Below There's A Bucket

hidden below the deep dark extremities of the afterlife
there is a bucket
many choose to dismiss this but I must clearly confess
it is put there for the many tears to flow
just underneath the barbed wire existence
hidden in the undertow
a lost world where sin will go
burning debris of sulfur from the serpent
demonic emblems unleashed to create havoc
underneath the false hidden garb of lies
the bucket at times will change its colors from grey to black
when its fully under attack
the weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
not a good way to go in its vast misery
why does one equate logic with fear
I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
the outside world is totally insane
Below there's a bucket to catch fallen fears
it holds the sullen brevity of what is of negativity
in my vast dream I saw it turning
while lost souls were suddenly burning
to quench the desire for Satanic clamor
shattered with lone disaster you must be prepared
to meet in the great here after
below there's a bucket full of dread
what is going on inside are head
falling angels in search of blood
the vast expanse of a real gulf fix
getting caught up in the mix
with a pilgrims progress we are to tread
this among the walking dead lying in bed
a final tear was dropped inside the bucket
the sounds of immense silence prone with violence
it's not a good place to go to tell
this place called the living hell

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