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A Long Walk

by

Brandon Mecella

The aisle hadn’t been approached in a long time.

But it didn’t matter, because for once it was love.

So when the wheels of time pursued unto love,

The messages from Angels touched the spirit.

Hear it!

This is the moment when we’ll decide whether

The sins of our own are our savior’s saving.

And engraved in each stone we will read:

“Written with a story to tell, here for you, buy it now”.

Because of humanity, and shit. I’m a sinner, seeking

Redemption. I can’t pretend that this is perfection,

Because it’s not. This is my testament. I’m nobody.

I am Brandon Mecella Carey Walker, born May 14th, 1989, on Mother’s Day. I am a West Philly kid, I grew up

With my siblings and my mother, while the youngest

And learning, and yearning for something new.

Bold, a short kid with absolutely nothing to lose.

So now I’m personally pissed, and tempted to lay forth the realest of what I would want to say.

In the coming days when man must decide, will God mercilessly end it all at the moment they choose?

If prophecy is shown to me in any way,

In these broken lines, and broken words,

Twisted in chaos and destruction,

Velocities far greater than any cannon,

I hear the torture, of the doomed souls

Who wasn’t chosen?

And if you wonder where they go;

Into the damned, now forever know.

God’s grace is Almighty, so he’s beyond

The ordained, not stained in the wicked,

Yet equivocal and gifted, omnipotent, omnipresent, and all-knowing, so.

He is the Almighty.

So let’s pray for saving. Enter your chamber,

Drop to your knees, and pray. For his wrath

Is endless yet peaceful. He wants to protect the world, and he’ll open the gates of the Kingdom of Heaven and Terra form the earth with his might.

Listen, I can’t get over what I heard. And for me to have been saying some of the things I would say,

This has led me to believe that the Lord has called me,

So I say unto you, find peace, and find God.
Prophecy

by

Brandon Mecella

I relapsed. I did cocaine. I became a man
Of which I am not. In my jargon I became a prophet.

I’m unaware if this is the first time, but there I proclaimed I am God. In a moment of desperation,

I told those close to me what I had done.
Rehab wasn’t necessary, just a short slumber.

And so time went on.

But last night’s sleep had me to believe that
I am God. As rivals formed around me,
My old school mates, with guns,
My body transformed and in a moment,
I heard the word.

And the word was God.

I received prophecy, but I am a sinner.
I am at times angry and bitter.
I have stolen.
I have lied.

And I acknowledge my sins as they come,
As I will always give into God.
But before I had awaken, I heard the words

“I am God”
“Prophecy”

Can it be? Did the Lord choose me for purposes
Beyond my control? Am I to succumb to His demands? Do I seek those of the Lord?

Who can I trust?

Everyday I struggle, woes inbound.
Another day, another sound.
But these words I cannot put down.
My lord, have you called upon me?
Society

by

Brandon Mecella

It scares me.
My past is present, my actions were terrible.
I’ve abused people in my past,
And now I’m living with the consequences.
I want to be a better man,
But the aisle is always so crowded
With people who make this world unbearable.
But I’ve made it unbearable, too.
I’m a sinner, who has hurt women time and time again.
I don’t want to, so I’ll try not to.
But I’m perhaps destined to be alone.
Nothing comes from living in the past,
And my family and doctors want me to live in the moment.
So I will try to live in the moment.
No more alcohol, or marijuana, or tobacco.
Just my medicine, and a healthy lifestyle.
I will best my depression, and anxiety, and crippling guilt complex.
I will own my PTSD.
I will develop habits that comfort me,
And try hard not to be consumed by others’ lives.
I will strive for greatness, and stay out of trouble,
In this violent, hate filled world.

And when I am alone,
I will console myself with the presence of family.

I will be strong!
Who Are We?

by

Brandon Mecella

Human Civilization.
World Wars, World Chaos.
Envy, lust, pain, death, birth, life, debt, love.
Eat to survive, kill to survive, enslave to survive,
survive to kill.
Chaos to The People, The Governments of The
People, The Government.
Anarchy, terrorism, lies, deceit, rebels, militias,
music, free spirit, crazy,
Nazi, Citizenship, American, Ally, Enemy,
African, White Man,
Confucius, Jesus, Buddha, Heracles, Horus…
< Earth < Sun.
A Kiss

by

Brandon Mecella

Is it wrong? No.
It simply can’t be.
Images are transcribed through my eyes,
Like a symphony of lyrical ballads,
Or a canvas full of vivid livelihood.
I believe I understood you when it happened.
Revamped, my spirit and my lust for what I longed for,
Again I’ll explore like a child who yearned for feelings indescribable;
Poetry is undeveloped yet flooded with passion.
Brain movement, everlasting, imagine, you and me,
Topics of a poetic entrapment, for love,
And, again I can’t describe a moment like this.
You did it so quickly and taken was a piece of
Unobtainable happiness.
Now I see, what the feeling quickly taking over me, is,
A feeling I know that simply cannot be, and,
Because the table turned so heavenly, I do now feel the desire
To embark on your empire.
Can I climb? High and higher,
So that until I reach the peak, my love will not expire.
A Vale Of Tears

by

Brandon Mecella

Forgiveness.
Evaluate all that is great, yet tempted by fate
Put on a platinum plate, the wrongs I have done.
Create a vast mass of hope, hang me by the rope,
It’s just a Midsummer’s day.
Much worse than words filled with hate,
telling me how this came late; instead, I’m embedded
in my bed, pillow atop my head.
I have not heard a word from you in months.
Agony, and sorrow, enveloped my Spirit until
A second life I had to borrow.
“Maybe… tomorrow.”
Continuous thoughts of the mind, of mine, henceforth Fall time.
Continue on my grind, fell from the wrath of Heaven,
A place as you, so Divine.
Infiltrate my mind, my lady such a beautiful Bella,
For me to walk as Angelic Mecella.
Mind exploding life imploding Love
To get back to me was no faint task,
for I had damasked all 19 years
With agony and tears,
timid, filled with fears,
and years;
Have not me for I love you yet Forgiveness?