The Sword is the Pen

He Art

written by: Jack Tupac Pennington


Now everyone knows

where you start

is where your heart

begins its journey to

go far.


Stay grounded

profound in

the sound within


remember what you

found

you can always leave

confounded


These townships

material in their

courtships


manifest fake shit


no eyes needed

its always about

how you have been

treated


you never conceded

just feel it


to be real you have

to heal


not just self

but those around

because here is

now


fragile is life

precious

as every step is


Labels

are un-capable

unstable

a pre-judgement fable


nothing is payable

change is stable


trying has no failure


art pokes its finger

like a scorpion stinger


communication is key

to the growth of a

tree


Nurture your nature


don’t tame her


don’t profit or gain

from her


just love, understand, and respect the

mother


he comes from she

and she from he


unity

in how to be

so let others be

so you can be

like a bee


making honey for

free

that’s our only true

need




Babylon Tower of Power

written by: Jack Tupac Pennington

You tube your brain cells,

stare at your cell phones,

dumbing you down.


Face it you are a crook


medusa use you and a

mythology will slay

you all the same



These gadgets

making you think, it could be

magic.


Don’t ask your neighbor

ask google,

who needs people

there’s an app for that.


Crowdsource some more un-useful

crap.


Consume until you see, eat, and breathe

doom.


Buy till you die.


Lie and deny about strife,

it aint’ in your bubble,

it aint’ your trouble.


Communicate everything fake

or just make it up,

mix it up,

remix it,

the more money there will be for the

tanks.


War is like fucking a virgin whore

keeping you cursing

cohersing

anger

confusion

as the Babylon Tower

anger hour plants another

hippy flower.


Click

you liked it

even your heart thinks its

shit.


Give in you like trite

little clichès

broadcasted and casted

in commercials

cause they aint hurdles you

have to jump, they seep in

reap in huge profits

and gains doing it in names

stories with no purpose

other than how to keep

you, so you think you can

be a millionaire

but actually you scared cause

you don’t know yourself

and given the chance

you’ll just freak out

and buy a new stance.


A trillion voices turned on

all at the same time

drowning out any doubt

confusion in the super user

super analytics

to observe the herd,

single out the critical and

kill.


Its the super highway

drill.


Its open for use

for abuse

its your own

noose

and the best part is you can share

with some other fools who are getting

used

by the same tools.


Be aware,

the Babylon Tower of power

is keeping the tyrants in power

because in real life you aren’t using your heart

to tell and do




The Exodus of Nature

written by: Jack T. Pennington




Upon the shores of fisherman

red in the face

due to not just the sun,

but promises undone. 

Unions broken,

waves of emotion

sunk ships of hope. 

Tears were salty stinging reminders of the past,

white hot blasts

that erased life

and now one had no diction

for the word “thrive”. 

Energy is dangerous in the hands of thumbs up likers of all,

excess the access

to wisdom through the

choice of being dumb. 

A mouse is wise

in his crumb

know it’s existence

is a present in this tense. 

No border drawn can negate

the negativity you propagate

nature is round

and profound

like a frequency unheard,

deep mysterious

but she is furious. 

Your duty to nurture

will know no limit,

magnet adjusted

for all and dusted

we will become

because of an idea

of a kingdom thinking all the while you are the only one.




"Still There"

written by: Jack Tupac Pennington


Still there coffee

in the air


morning stairs

faces more stares


still who cares

I am still here

still prepared


this place has me

snared


tear torn

social porn

drink from the horn

call of the wild


I gots style

all the while


after so many a while

after so many a trial


still with that wanting to be free

in my mind

here I find


Buying time

time finding

mime


in mine

in ours

seconds, minutes

hours, days

Now never fades


staying in one

place


Ritual never obeys

social case

portrays

relays


connection subjection

mere suggestion


keeps new comers

guessin`


stayers confession

wont had thought

I would stay to

rot


The place where I lay my head is

God


Never forgetting what life

taught


Thinking my spirit shall never be

caught


On this stage one last

prop


Get what I have

got


on this sphere one of many a

spot


Enjoying everything till the last

drop...


"Loyalty"

written by Jack T. Pennington


Being loyal makes your breathing time on this planet royal.

Perhaps mothers' are one star alone but they alone do not brighten the sky


cry


Here it comes,

think,

thought of cast down kings and bums


loyalty to selfishness

keeping in mind you are the only keeper of your own health.


Loyalty to others is staying at their side even when the tide is against you.


Loyalty and trust

is like time and dust


Honor is a must

relation to understanding patience


weeding out traitors


political waiver

group behavior a gesture,

a favor


loyalty is a relationship

flavor


sour at the wrong

hour


but if not had leaving everything ripe turning

sour


the hidden shadow that shall devour

the strongest of power


to it cowards

cower


even hatred can help to not build a fortress

or tower


to keep one from the wrath of


loyalty not had leading all away on a path not easily forgiven past


straight to hell

moving fast


devils, demons, destroyers onto you I demand you force their hand


for one grain of sand does not make land

deny their existence that very place where they stand


loyalty is the royalty


in me, myself, and eye


steady hands pry

old hearts cry


loyalty in thyself

shall never die


loyalty unto others is a lie


the answer to man's question of why

a controlled trick by which he shall die








"Life's Escalations"

written by Jack T. Pennington


Mad doesn't describe the skull and cross bone images that scribe one's tomb


life's escalations

your flirt with death's

expectations


we could have found a solution

compromised a resolution


but that doesn't fit

this years social institution


because fuck having intuition


life learning skills its about consuming expensive thrills


and when you gotta problem


take five of those stay alive pills

so you, can go on

havin' expensive thrills

you helpin' the politicians with easy kills

making followers drills

tactic

for educations practice

trained synaptic

the fact is

far away or just way to fuckin' distracted to give a shit anyway


ooh the games humans play

don't fuckin complain

the truth is hideous stain


nobody wants to give it

fame


Life's escalations may have delayed us

but it makes us trust us


thinking towards a future

somewhere not far


symbiotic would be is perhaps a Utopian

collapse


a hidden stance

one fucking instance

of thought that shit that can't be bought

taught

but gone unfaught makes critical thought...an item waiting to be porducted and and baught by the oldies who got caught

not showing feelings

feeling things

and telling others not to be

weeping

while they keep keeping

blind humans trying to

inspire others to keep

seeing...





This Won`t Be the Last

written by Jack T. Pennington


This won`t be the last not the first this verse and many more are here to emplore us of words as swords to slay

the dragons that want you to want and you think you have, but its an illusion at best it is what ever you guess this is just logic spun from a spider that eats fire.  The first time is a lie, the last is a gas that can be passed.  There are no facts.  Do what do do because being is not the same as Sleeping!  Awake you yourself in self you will find all the wealth.  Money, paper, plastic, gold, silver, all used to

gain something thrown away turned to dust and sprinkled over the very food you need to trust.  Radiation isn`t just spread over one nation expect the unexpected we can squat the fucking moon!  Take out blood of earth, dust of death, time of space, spirit of face and she will swallow us whole.  Destroy egos mother of our nature for we share not ths lofty lot, no , we plot to take over, theorize a controller.  No big picture here just lots of fear we are further from ourselves as near to civilization in creation or some sub-mental Masterbation.  No, no this is a material manifestation optimistic Materialization of devision of all, a label to help us loose trust in metaphysical formation in ourselves, our dreams are meant to be more than what they seem.  A feeling has more worth as Communication than all the idealism created for brain rape, for it is as unique as a sunrise or sunset to be appreciated in all ist glory a part of every story inwards and outwards infinately.






Pain

written by Jack T. Pennington


Whats there to

explain


we got our reasons to

complain


lookin for others to

blame


wantin change

thinkin we playin

a game


nothin new still we want

fame


to smile and feel

tame


the hurt still

remain


not dead just stronger

holdin on a bit longer


through doin wrong

know whats proper


they look and stare

come in my trap and

get snared and scared


pain its there

always prepared


cause someone

dared


step over that line

and time


came and went

but I am still bent


out of shape

bein real to the

fake


King to the snake

wisdom in the name


stealin fate

breakin hate


Doin it with my trade

in death we fade

just another human trait


Pain is nothing and

still great


Meaning in movement

Pain


Keeps healing in the game

water in the rain

life in frame

and


living that can

sustain





"Its all in a Handshake"

written by Jack T. Pennington


When we are happy to

see each other we hug

one another whether

sister or brother


when business doeth a

long breath our hand

are solemn away pointed

under our breast

as if in action against

the coming test.


When enemy in front of

stomach holding gut having

to have guts to touch

palm upwards perhaps a pull

all to lull a false

picture or draw a fist

for sure


A kiss or flurry of

them like doves

climbing the skies

all whence with

glittery twinkle eyes

even where love lies

in these midst it tries.


Its all in a handshake

even though that is

primitive and truly a

mistake passing of hands

like money, an idealism

standing for something

fake.



Wonder what I am, the copy test man, into your consciousness I plunge and whence read you understand that I am not only in your head.

copyright 2002-2018

"No need for a shield, because dragons, in this day and age don't breathe fire; only fake words. Dragons don't attack they throw paper money at your soul."


quote from the book "The Pen is the Sword the Graphic is the Flag" copyright 2002 on the Gutenburg Press Mainz Germany written and printed by Jack T. Pennington