AUTHENTICATE

I have written over 230 truthful poems,

But still no enforcement while they comb,

Still the accountants are free and not in jail,

I want my writings enforceable and not to fail.

 

I don’t trust anyone, maybe only the real Denise,

Now, it’s too late as she is captured and won’t be release,

There is solid evidence and enough conviction,

Why is it taking so long in the heat of friction?

 

Maybe I’m suppose to publish my writings,

Or deliver them to the local police for sighting,

What would the real Denise want me to do?

She is telling me to stay strong if I ever knew.

 

Love will find it way to the righteous path,

I will swim that tide for her in my small raft,

The memories of her are fading so fast,

I am not giving up, as I will never run out of gas.

 

There are too many people responsible,

Who has caused so much damage without principles?

They don’t want these true events to get to the public,

There will be riots, and people in anger with fighting sticks.

 

I am afraid that someone will steal my writings,

So, how do I authenticate them without being frighten,

Denise knows better to not make a deal,

Of how much torture they put us through of how we have feel.

 

Who is going to compensate our lost years?

They shall be accountable for all of our dreadful tears,

I never planned of being wealthy or well known,

It was my duty, call, and God’s answer to write poems.

 

God protected us in our house 10 years ago,

As I feared for my life, staying alive in a struggle,

There is a tape that I recorded during the life threatening event,

I just recall being blanked and out of commission as I tried to vent.

 

It was due to the fact that I had a stroke and heart attack

As I had proof and had prior knowledge before the facts,

Denise’s soul will lead me to the right direction,

As, we are one complete duo in perfection.