#604 just two of us
just two of us
serving Truth
for over 100 trillion years
one on the right
your uncle
left my cousin
our families dance play and mingle
even these cia gay lovers for real
your mind wiped of me
3 weeks after we met
first sewer smell remember
amongst undercover angels
I crave a 2nd chance
my mind washed of you
3 months later
when weapons implanted
I’ve been sending
healing waves of love
in groups of three
these past days
stand by for more ‘grace-nee’
(pleasing gifts of healing)
now that you’ve ‘matted’ Day Gun
(shown interest again by reading this)
living not dying to reactivate
your psychic abilities
this sound man ‘kis-e-aunts’
(craves your company)
in what ever form chosen by you.
Day Gun
Parshinananein #601
98 servants of Truth have been sent to Edania since 1689.
Parshinananein.
I am the first to live past age 13. Only three made it to that age, the majority were killed by age three.
we are sent to assist those in service to Truth at pivotal times The Story.
77 were sent in 1977 and one million are on their way. Not as reinforcements, but as healers of our realm, which is called Edania.
Day Gun
kopet #596
my eyes wired opened
age 1 year 7 months 8 days
head of 72 wave
entertainment for fake-a-way civilization
kopet
(klan of people eating tyrants)
formed in 1839
by zanier woarbbia, crimean delineria, gammenia vanderbelt, thomasia pouttenia, sharon planipia, kaaenia maorgania, dennis brownia, gordon klannendorff, timastthhenia koaolllaggia, salvesteria drappenia, beatthhaania lanckttoarinia and zib nanrzx, steaphanio moeanninia.
rich parasites
are like a swimming pool of retards
stuck on bottoms
sucking life
and trunks off any being
who can swim free style
it’s like an orgy of empty vessels
starving for something to drink
while drowning in their own death
day 220 of torture
with these creative-less satanists
Truth isn’t impressed
I sent Her on vacation
when She gets back
all heaven will break loose.
Day Gun
11 Lifetimes #594
cats only get 9
you 11
a few I watched from sideline
5 times mine cut short
cheered for you even after
still same
never giving up
on 2nd chance
record breading fun had
first time for everything
here in Edan
to-get-her why I'm here
you that is
not to catch
but rematch
all beings win when we play
no mind games
only healing harmony ease
just what is needed
Truth agrees.
Day Gun
’they’ #593
mission infiltrate Edan
27,908 years ago
machine hybrids programmed
to divide conquer
Abletonians
by using psychic, telepathic and magnetic spot weapons
one family blamed another
while nearly all lost their minds
praying for a way to stop
voices that would haunt
then run and hide
dark banned tech brought
from realms 483,659, 742,648 and tratia maponia
while chaos took hold
we was deceived
convinced by 8,386 god da father
that removing
human’s higher faculties
was an answer
while ‘they’
quickly took over positions of power
corrupted by the air in our realm
within 19 hours
every single despicable corruption
faced today
resurfaced at this time
not fate
but an attempt
to kill blessed harmony
between clans
and a reseeding
of True Love
first inter-feared with in year 9
when Zinhonest and Mikrockina
were split apart
19 days after giving birth
to Abblara, Julinmaranna, Mattina, Branakeen and Duneenanava.
Day Gun
Love On #586
dont know her yet missing
top secret imaginary friend
a connection so wondrously dangerous
governments from 11 realms
try to destroy it
yet we love on
defeating every foe so uniquely
day after long lonely night
my desire for this determination filled woman
grows even when I’m weak
torture dream not nightmare
with her voice in my head
tricked so many times
by imposters’ games
avatar assassins try stealing the rings
royalty rapers wear masks of my face
billionaires file patents for her inventions
some even copy-write my songs
all the while Truth
watches with horror
as two close favorites
battle to see one another.
Day Gun
Silver Rings #583
Truth
inspired me to save them
too much spiritual interference
over 8 world worlds
a psychic in training
with wild open heart
waiting on next chance
when we see each other again
now that I have the silver rings
I made
13792 years ago
it’s only a matter of time
till a new world
frees us from being apart.
Day Gun
Onslaught #582
living isn’t easy
at least this place and time
choice is simple
sellout your essence
or serve Truth
our two options
last call to align
why keep settling
for mind control
broadcasted lies
for me it’s simple
I want to live grow wiser in love
maybe meaning can be found
when madness encompasses everything.
Day Gun
Be Let it Be #581
slipped out and into
somewhere different
not pushed but gradual
a wish not conscious
slow burn
turned to flame
my mistakes cried
for fresh
deeper way
lifestyle patterns
create private message
maybe change suffer less
messages arrive in subtle waves
pray only to Truth
our greatest gift
unpack today.
Day Gun
Our Soul #577
essence can’t be taken
only bribed away
parents must protect their young
wouldn’t you say
evil does
what it wants
without thought of consequence
Truth watches eternally
even angels can lose their wings
from rotten corruption
ever present
up to each and every being
serve Life Itself or lose your meaning.
Day Gun
#576 Even Darkness With Ease
sometimes darkness spills over
on all sides
our ship may stray
not water tight
yet we paddle
keep paddling right
even spinning in circles
may serve sometimes
always striving
for better nights
when not alone
stable safe arms
warm hearts
cuddled
for first time.
Day Gun
Queen Bee #551
baby boomer born 62 in Egypt
family wealthy christian
attended school Omaha 82-84
approached by mossad 86 in washington dc
87 moved Tel Aviv
became lesbian 88
started new surveillance department 90
the one I’ve been dismantling
dying of heart disease
healing not possible with this evil being
leave me alone your only warning
or else I’ll really start trying.
Day Gun
Hello Surprise #544
couple gophers
first wave of spies
let’s guess these gen Xers
hello surprise
queer dark haired brit
satanist in Tel Aviv
thinks he’s alone
for him my poems not funny
straight blond yank
atheist living Dubuque
has better taste
cracks smiles laughs too
now who’d a thunk it
zoom owned by Mossod
what the fuck are you doing
working as evil pawns.
Day Gun
L.O.S.T. #537
love
our
sacred
treasure
without we are lost lonely confused
shipwrecks prone to self abuse
tools pushing evil’s ruse
wandering dark stark in park of fools
dragging long black bag ancestral refuse
teased and tempted by booby traps
blind hell tourists hot cold feeling test no map
alas our bruises become muscle mass
strength through failure when owning past
blessed those who stay desert course
Truth eternally roots for untruth divorce.
Day Gun