submitted by Steven Adam ‘Joaquin’ Drake, Escondido, CA

HEART’S HOPE OF POSSIBILITIES
EARTH SHATTERING PROMISES: VIS-A-VIS!

Heart in life for soul in art.
Far gone conclusions to start thusly so far…
In advances shared for Reason’s Enlightening
Purposes. For transitional goals inherent for
The bottom of dark shadows in silent minds
Exposed.

Breaking these holds… life on earth’s chains
Of events spent asunder of Rights, lain in a
Quagmire of defeat. Thrown aside -as if eyes
Don’t exist to see… freedom’s peace to live
Forever for one more day of our existence.

Along the cusp of the sun’s moon shadows
Out on the run, sung for love of words…
Beauty reigns magnificently drawn out
Of clouds covering up blue skies… shining
Hope in faith heard, felt and seen in truth’s
Prevailing soul forevermore.

Brave as one can possibly be… for eyes
In spirit of countenance for changing times.
Heartfelt subliminal sublime -arise in hope’s
Success of all- out of earth shattering promises,
Vis-a-vis! Holding to passions artfully!

DRUNK IN MY PASSION THROUGH THESE PAINFUL NIGHTMARES
Judas and Delilah!

This is extremely humiliating, trying to tackle these severe problems that has thrown me off the edge, out into the distance of dark hearted space. Relative to no one yet to be seen. When dreams don’t mean anything to people stealing your peace. That fake every reasonable belief across the western landscape for the world-at-large. No gifts left that they wouldn’t steal for free gratis of villainy. Impervious to feelings what is real? When brutal lies are compelling for trying to have the courage in strength of confessional rights.

However lain aside, when there are no innocent eyes left to recall. Dead in the spirit, they collude in stealth’s wicked duplicity. That overwhelms me, when people feel no contrition of guilt for their cold blooded crimes, that vilify my conscience in depth of all spying eyes.

They burglarize and bare false witness against me with malice aforethought. Fraud is their specialty, for how evil they can be. That’s left me with no mother, father, sisters, brothers, or a wife that hasn’t feigned their love, chasing after their stolen ‘American Dreams.’ Pariah predators. I’ve had to escape with my life. After they have already severely attacked me. In every way that is a shocking outrage. When nobody is listening, not even when I was a child, raising myself up out of these pits of despair’s blocked memories. For whose God that break every commandment known to man, woman and child?

It hurts like hell on holidays. Especially on Easter and Christmas. It amazes me how people can praise the Lord, then use religion as a weapon to cover up the truth, while they sleep together in their abominable beds. Gone unchallenged, except by my standing up against them, ripping me off for people who end up with household names. Which makes me feel like nothing in society for the laws I follow, but they break with impunity. Leaving me without safety. Making my life a living hell! Perhaps I’ll eventually be heard, felt and seen.

As a visual artist and writer that has written hundreds upon hundreds of lyrics. When writing was my only outlet to release my pain. While they would steal my writing for others to sing, making a great deal of money. Which started with my mother who would continually lie against me, setting me up to take these tremendous falls. When I was sexually, physically, and verbally abused as a child, leaving me empty handed, devoid of honest friendship.

But I can no longer block the pain, like I was forced to as a child. However, for what rights of wicked denial? What confession to be good for the soul? Or the truth to set me free from Judas and Delilah as thick as thieves in family like the Mafia for politicians and the entertainment industry. Subliminal. Sublime. Up to whom out of terror of treacherous minds?

Salutations for Signatures Refined…
Across the Planet for Humane Dignity!