WHITE HATE BLACK LOVE

Snowy eerie cloud shaped like a flying man,faceless,behind him chunks of success.
In seconds it transmogrify s into a Beautiful Hurricane.

Black color despises the white beginning.
Taking over,black fencely loves freedom that's illusive,as its semi-trapped by white.
So white loved black by hiding light somehow,for it knew black's care would eventually retrogress hearts.

Again black shows love,as it crucifys freedom by introducing justice-in.
White hates a little more by criticizing the suggested color blend of fidelity-in.

To interchange,the painter asks,
"Does white make black look good,or vice versa?"
Poet,"Are they not both colors with a purpose."

Singers sang that song,nothing has changed to date.

By M.O.O aka The color blind human

LEARNED FRIEND

In those days,
grandiloquent jargon that mesmerized my encephalon 
and impeded my lexicon, were spewed to tumble my political fathom.

In that confusdory state i hearkened.
They referred to each other,'Erudite Fellow'.
Amicably argued for and against.
That ended.

Only two things were pellucid,pilferage and jurisdiction.

Later,somewhere,after the verdict,bigoted kingpins shall wine and dine.
As the citizens swelter in rage and vengeance.

My illiterate friends,my destitute neighbors,my hopeless strangers.
Think before you act.
Wait for that better tomorrow.

By M.O.O The wordless voter

ECLIPSE C.your.V

Sited on the rock,at the alpine of the highest level of reason,
I contemplate at the azimuth of this economic season.
I stare at the ancestral sun's that fought for us,the stars.
I spot that deep-set brave scar.

I feel like Luther K,but mine is a vision,
Time flew the sun is at the horizon.

Fear creeps into the heart of the nation.
Suddenly no more vision 2030 notion.
The light is being overtaken by the shadow,
Its mixing the umbra and penumbra darkness blows.

Over the beautiful people.
Who revel in bribe sequels.
Listening to their agitated souls,
And how they cry foul...
Tears dampening papers of would be change.
Confusion in the Red and Orange.

The yellow lines transpire past the super roads,
Nearing the fading stage as they croak like expectant toads.
The cockerel of age awaits to crow at dawn,
For the dark days are here the children frown.

Arising i walk to edge of the mountain.
To plunge myself below into the red fountain.
I leap,shut my eyes all the hope is gone.
Before i splash in a savior is again born.

I pray from the spirit world that they remember the Son.

By M.O.O aka Light Clipse.

PAWS ON WATER

Spectacular scene.
Tie-guns,white and mixed genes.

Cumulus one below.
Fierce face and searching eyes.
Restrained paws surging intimidation.

Nimbus tie-her,above.
Tear-some raging glare and gaping mouth.
Free paw,airborne splashing the green lagoon surface.

The small and big fish,coral people beneath the two.
Love and hate betwixt time and money.

Pale male,Fahrenheit female.Tiger-ed parties.
Tigress-ed hope for peace.

Generational precipitation is underway.

By M'O'O aka C.E