No Valid Reason

Black Pearl

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Our sons and daughters — eighteen to forty-two —

no right, no option.

They live now in sorrows.

The superpower legion stands.

The orange man and his handlers

need to take a stand — a testimony in court —

because he hasn't learned his lesson.

Assessments bleed our money.

Everything comes to a halt.

It's time for them to take a hitch.

Take a halt.

The founder aligned with the Pope.

I won't be surprised if there's a conference around this.

When this Pope has spoken,

it's time for the lesson to be learned —

because the Founder has taken the Ark.

Tell us the reason

in this due season—

You carry no valid reason.

Abracadabra.

We lost the tower of our clock.

A certain watch went still.

All the flies—

spies—

cleared from the camp.

You and your shadows:

pack it up. Halt.

Your promise was never earned—

only borrowed.

The people have spoken.

Your testament—

our covenant—

broken.

Give back our tokens.

You and your blood

You need to leave this town.

Irony:

You and the First Lady

Share no harmony.

In reality, she rolls you and your circle

under the bus.

Confession frees the soul,

by the way.

Uncle, where is the gold of Haiti?

The oil of Cuba??

Venezuela?

The president

and his First Lady

No matter what.

All your entanglements

turn to pillars of salt.

Time ticks against you,

your ragged crew,

The squatters at the table.

Take a hike.

Take a halt.

Black Pearl

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The Collapsing of the Dynasties

This Is The End ( Poem)

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The Watchtower's Nest

by Black Pearl

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Led by the infamous

Watchtower's Nest.

An old wise woman was an activist

member of the Watchtower's Nest

neglected cubs weren't well kept in their dorms,

So the elder rang the alarm

with her privileged charm

As the Watchtower's Nest

Observed the world's eruptions

caused by a perfect storm

Somewhere

Treasure island

mysteriously hit oil

It became the

Watchtower's Nest.

They gave cetus permission

to proceed with his mission,

By jailing the band of thugs

Cetus was the whitenight

While the Watchtower

Was the commander (superhero)

They both saved the day

came to the cubs' rescue

The old wise woman never

Allowed the cat

Out of the bag

The Watchtower's Nest

holds the keys

released all calamities

from Wizards’ vault

This time

It was his fault!

He was deceived.

He and his Bonnie, including

Other handlers

received sanctions, by

the Watchtower's Nest

evil band

red forefront;

He also released Cetus

Right under his sleeve.

The Watchtower's Nest

Legacy one

out of fifty

Oligarchies

overrun by Elizabeth

as an exclusive treasure troll island

used the navies as subjects

prohibited to explore

like Henry Morgan's spirit sown

It all reaps into the future

The Watchtower's Nest

I'm passing the telephone

Esther heard a rumor

Cetus outfoxed

The islanders' mesh

escaped away from the borders

washing money

Johnny Ocean's eleven foreign seven seas.

The Watchtower's Nest originally

mission accomplished.

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The Watchtower's Nest

stands on high observes serves.

All of the colonial's purposes

Watchtower's Nest

At the very end

Blood Bay

Black Pearl

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Bloody Bay

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2026

The White Horse came first, a beginning, a claim,

He took his crown, then the bow took its aim.

Removing the latencies, clearing the stands,

A pale preparation by invisible hands.

Now the Red Horse is here, its season prepared,

Plotted and budgeted, nothing is spared.

Stocks may be rising, but discord's the sound,

As investments roll on with the war that's been found.

No recession, no inflation—those words are now games,

This is Armageddon dressed in different names.

The Black Horse follows, and the skies aren't blue,

The rain doesn't fall, and the dust starts to accrue.

Scarcity economics, a reign of mere terror,

The loss in the bank, the slow, creeping error.

Food is a memory, alarms have no voice,

In this new tragedy, there is no other choice.

And last, the Pale Horse, for what can it take?

God in the watchtower, for His own's sake,

Gathers His children, the rapture is here,

A moment of marriage, a vanishing fear.

But for those who are left, in the ash and the glare,

The devil has cake, and Nero's his heir.

He plays on his boat as the city turns red,

Laughing and streaming, with thoughts in his head.

He stands in the silence, his plan is complete,

Looks at the ashes beneath his own feet.

Everyone's fallen, collapsed in the mess,

He got what he wanted—but is this success?

A kingdom of dust, a terrible cost,

And the laughter now shows him what he has lost.

Blood Bay.

The waters are red.

The harbor is silent.

And now we realize - He is the universe’s curse.

*Blood Bay.

Now, we realize-

He is the universe’s curse.

But the final, ironic twist may be the most devastating of all. To stand in the midst of a ruined world, to have achieved the destruction you planned, only to find yourself alone in the silence, surrounded by collapse. To realize your great plan has ended in one big, hollow mess. That is the ultimate contemplation for an age that has lost its opportunity for peace.

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American State Union Address:

for the people by the people

Black Pearl

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My fellow Americans,

Tonight, we are told this is a State of the Union address. But look closely. What you will see is not a report on the state of our people, but a parade of narcissism. It will be packed with a fascist, racist attitude that does not see you, does not hear you, and certainly does not represent you.

It is not about the people. It is not for the people. It is not by the people. It is about the decorations of a regime, propped up by lies, propaganda, and gaslighting. They want to convince us that what we are seeing with our own eyes is not real. But we are not fooled. We will not be gaslit any longer. We don't want to hear it anymore.

We are witnessing the slow demise of our democracy into a dictatorship. We see neighborhoods being tarnished, families torn apart, and people herded into concentration camps simply because they are not from the "right" side. This isn't a storyline from a Netflix documentary about the malicious presidents of the past—the Hardings, the Wilsons, the Jacksons who thought they alone built America. This is happening now, on our watch.

We must re-align our foundation. We are told to chant "America First." But I tell you now: America is God’s first. And in God we trust. That is not just a stamp on our currency; it is a covenant. Once that seal is placed, that is where our homage belongs. We must stop pretending we are a part of some alignment of power that serves only itself. Our discernment must come from a higher place.

And if we are to be judged by how we treat our most vulnerable, then we are failing. All children should be seen, and all children shall be heard. They must have the right to exercise their lives in safety. They need protection—not just from gun violence that ignores the spirit of the Second Amendment, but protection under the First Amendment, the 13th, 14th, and 15th. Every right under the Constitution, from Article 1 to Article 25, must apply to them. There should be no exception to the rule.

Look at the state of our economy. We are told we face inflation, but we are actually facing a segregation of scarcity. There is no abundance. There is no security. There is no safety. The border is not controlled; it is chaos. Homeland Security has become a tool for oppression, not protection.

We must stop building empires and start building the foundation of this nation. We must stop implementing wars for profit and speak the word of peace. We must live in peace. Stop making a profit off of colonization. Stop making a profit off of war. And for the love of God, stop prioritizing the building of jails over the building of schools.

We will build back the foundation of this nation. We will align our actions with our values. We will stop the chaos, secure our communities, and ensure that our children are seen, heard, and protected.

This is not just an address. It is a call to return to the true state of our union: one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

May God bless you, and may God bless these United States.

Exhibit A: The Black Doves

Black Pearl

Ft. Precious Jam Gemstone

I deserve!

I deserve to be heard!

You can't expect my pain to go unseen, unheard!

Do you expect me to be heard?

The answer's in my every word:

I deserve

Spread

In every word

I deserve…..,

I will be heard!

.

For the Doves, whose stories scroll past, unseen,

On every new feeds, on every bright uncut right out from a movie screen.

Streamed on whole vessels, yet drowned in white noise—

A stolen innocence, a plundered poise.

Their youth was a canvas, pristine and white,

Till the Gilded Age painters crept in with their night,

Their progressive stage masking a tinted black,

A calculated, predatory attack.

The Black Dove deserves more than a moment’s attention,

Beyond the brief, hollow, trending prevention.

A child raised to be seen, but never heard,

A caged, silent singer, a captive bird.

When will society allow them their words?

All we see on the social box, every absurd like Sarah Baartman

Experiment flashing—it’s them, the Gilded, who served

Generations of power, their lanes thoroughly swerved

Black Jobs

Black Pearl

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Copyright@2026

Oh, napkins

Table cloths

You

need to move on.

napkins

On the hot pursuit.

napkins

Are always singing

The same old,

Day in

Day out

tired songs.

Every election

They pretend

They care

About Black folks,

But napkins

Don’t give a damn.

One night,

As the world watched

On the flat box,

The wizard came from Oz.

Blond hair, blue eyes,

Orange tan, pale face,

Yellow yoke

veneers shining

From ear to ear.

He invites Black folks

To follow along

His yellow brick road.

( like the color of his teeth)

He said he is returning

Black folks’ jobs.

But I don’t know

’Bout Black folks’ jobs.

Did we ever have

Black jobs?

Where is the Black job?

Where are the Black jobs?

North, East, West, South—

Are those Black jobs?

Remember,

We were told

We were lazy slobs.

Wizard from the North

Refuses to pay

Our back taxes

Court dues.

Removes us from history,

Erases our music,

Denies Black folks

Even though.

We have

Built this country.

Wizard insults Black folks

Instead, by claiming

We don’t know how to use

A computer.

Even though

Dr. Mark Dean,

First Black inventor,

Built the PC.

Oh, yeah,

These remarks—

Black folks find

The wizard’s

Racial patterns.

It ain’t right.

Where the jobs at?

Day by day,

Night by night,

Lines get longer,

Hope gets slight.

Unemployment rising

In the pale moonlight.

Black folks

Are always the scapegoat

In every table cloth

And napkin

Wizard scheme.

But this ain’t a joke.

Black folks,

Stay woke!

What would the world be

Without Black jobs?

Coding us to spy,

Programming us to track—

Digital slave catchers

Never looking back.

Old chains in new wire,

Same ancient trap.

Black jobs, Black jobs, Black jobs.

We got Black jobs!

We are moving on up!

Project 2025?

Another social experiment

Because of Black jobs

Weather man

Forecast

Sums black jobs

Won’t last

Joblawless

Homelessness

Lawlessness

cling so fast

All began on

the first month

If you qualify

On production line

Take your time

Your punch card

Already check out!

Black jobs

Where are the jobs ?

Where are the jobs ?

Where are the Black jobs at?

Chorus

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Rain

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2026

I met the most wisest

Women in the world;

I have ever known

She once advised me

A long time ago,

When trouble waters,

It entered like a thief

Lurking in the night.

She also said,

When hard times are rising,

Whether it is light or dark,

Our lives would never fall apart

If the sky is red, purple, or blue,

Just sing for the rain.

When it rains,

My daughter,

Go,

let it rain

Allow it to rain on you

Rain,

She said,

You must always

ask for the rain

When it rains,

Please,

Hope it never goes away!

Have the rain flow all the way

Especially, those dreadful nights

Let it rain

Rain form like the mighty army

Do not be alarm

Rain,

Have it circle all around

Let it rain

Rain,

It is a sign of your breakthrough

Trouble waters won’t last long

Here comes the rain

As she sang,

Rain comes my way

I’m in so much crisis

hardships,

say goodbye

Hello,

Rain please come my way

Please make it flow my way

I feel the rain

Showering it down every day

It's about to come on down

As I hear the sound

It is going to wash all of me

Release it now,

Every joy and pain

I can feel the rain

It is come tumbling Down

Wash me

Cleanse inside

Rinse

Recycle

Rain on me

Let it rain

Come on rain on me

I have a breakthrough

Rain

Thank you

For the rain

Rain on us

Shower your heavenly rain

When the rain releases down,

Please,

Bring it my way

I want to pour all

Rain on me

Wash me inside

Breakthrough can release

I feel alive

As the rain comes tumbling down,

Have it come my way

Let it rain

Rain