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Nations

May 9, 2016August 14, 2020 Thomas James Johnson III Vincek #ALL, #Apprehension, #Ascension, #Attention, #Beyond, #Birth, #Comprehension, #Connection, #Convention, #Demanding, #Devilishly, #Dimension, #Directions, #Dirty, #Exaggeration, #Exhortations, #Expectations, #Extension, #Filled, #Generation, #Genetic, #Giving, #Held, #Introspection, #Invention, #Investigation, #Kinetic, #Master, #Me, #New, #Ovation, #Perfection, #Plenty, #Poetic, #Reflecting, #Respect, #Revelation, #Scratching, #Serving, #Shifting, #Special, #Standing, #Stop, #Surface, #Suspension, #Take, #Tension, #TJWhiteWolf, #Together, #Wanting, #Wipe, Clean, Nations

Take me in

Wipe me clean

I’m so dirty

From all your exhortations

I have no expectations

I see a revelation

It will birth a new generation

Beyond comprehension

Filled with apprehension

I see the tension

Wanting ascension

Master invention

Put you in another dimension

No longer held in suspension

Giving you plenty of extension

With special attention

Who’s running this convention

Devilishly poetic

Might be genetic

Fully kinetic

We got that connection

Shifting directions

Reflecting perfection

Serving introspection

All demanding respect

While under investigation

Stop with the exaggeration

We are all in this together

Give a standing ovation

To all the nations

Disturbance

January 27, 2016August 12, 2020 Thomas James Johnson III Vincek #Apprehension, #Attention, #Behind, #Breaking, #Close, #Connection, #Controversial, #Convention, #Dicomfort, #Disgust, #Disrespect, #Enter, #Existence, #Expression, #Extension, #Feel, #Heard, #Help, #Hint, #Interject, #Invention, #Leave, #Like, #Lost, #Mentioning, #More, #Needs, #Neglect, #Never, #NoExceptions, #Nothing, #Pay, #Placed, #Project, #Protect, #Purpose, #Recollect, #Redirect, #Reflect, #Rehearsal, #Reject, #Rhymes, #Rough, #Rush, #Servants, #Slightest, #Surface, #Takes, #Tension, #Time, #TJWhiteWolf, #Turbulence, #Verses, #Voice, #Worth, #Wrecked, #Writing, Disturbance

I thought I heard in your voice

Just the slightest hint

Of your disgust

I know you wish nothing more

Then my existence never been

I’m here to leave behind

The cause for your disturbance

Can you feel the turbulence

A rough rush of discomfort

For you and all your servants

They lost all purpose

Breaking through the surface

Writing rhymes like verses

Now look who needs a rehearsal

Still controversial

With no exceptions

The tension in your expression

Shows the connection

In your invention

Pay close attention

When you enter the convention

You’ll be filled with apprehension

No simple extension worth mentioning

You shall not reject nor disrespect

The more you reflect

The more I’ll project

Just so you can see

I am the cause for your disturbance

Can’t help I like to protect

Even all that has been wrecked

I will not neglect

While you recollect

I’ll interject

Do what it takes to redirect

What has been placed

Until such time

I am the cause for your disturbance