Poetry by Ondra Moore

What About Me
By Ondra Moore

What about the one lost and distorted,
Exploited from birth’s freedom with dreams of others’ misfortune.
Dismembered figure into the race of violence and a life of silence sovereignty,
Extracted from wealth and freely forced to claim a family’s poverty.
Created from God’s seed but hell surely felt indeed,
Embedded in fortunes of need discussed as saved but blind to quality of creed.
Abandoned to the of pride – relinquished to smile,
Recklessly unrestrained leading into the wilderness of the living wild.
The erosive process by which a man is being reduced,
Condemned to a systematic failure and government condemnation of truce.
Experiment of an uncertain outcome,
Outlasting all vices of pain, from vices of shame, doubt and domain.
This corrupt exercise of abuse and misuse have taken the fight of HE
Manipulated in all sorts of hurt he seeks,
“What About Me…”

Breakdown
By Ondra Moore

Perception of life from the eyes of a sovereign citizen makes me wonder, poverty can’t be life. Looking pin-pointedly at the freedom of wealth that one have force me to think, “how can one be chained to such pain and adversity?” This ambush of reality have manifested the best design of agony into one’s existence. Have truly left one to wonder, “am I freely included into the societies of power and wealth?” Displaced within this generational curse that my family have placed upon me give me little to no hope of the material world.

Here and now in a conscious state of one’s mental I don’t fully determine my whole success off material memes of things. Within I feel free and at peace but outside cages are bounded around me daily only leave mind to wander. Then again I focus to the “Make America Great Again” which is not only a political view, could so much be the design for mankind to rediscover oneself through effort and dependence upon oneself and leave the baggage that so dearly bound one to poverty, pain, agony and the many ambushes of reality for behind truth be told mankind have faced many trials and challenges that have taken away the love and life that live within. Me, myself have experienced many. The world itself couldn’t account for the many misfortunes I have experienced, only me, myself and I have full possession of such tragic expos. But left away from a world so wanted and needed for a profound way to survive makes one seek to discover, “What About Me…”

Ephesians of You
By Ondra Moore

I believe women is the rainbow of the heaven I need to see
Brighter than any here you overshadow any shadow that’s meant to be
The pieces that God collided together,
You are special more than just a minute or second you last forever.
A monument of beauty that’s made for enduring significance
Enduring the qualities of pain which helps define your nature’s significance
Significantly important to the ways of man.
Intaking his seed to produce a fruitful tree for humanity to forever stand.
This lovable bone of you I only wish to cherish,
Never to neglect you into negativity as long as man’s alive you’ll never perish.
Allow me to hymn a psalms for you lovely lady,
God’s the father who shames the shady which brings strength to call lady baby.
This only bears a literal form of a woman’s worth,
To simply equate that woman sustain from more than just a substance of dirt.
Maturity tells that every particle of women is true
It designed of beauty new which God gave Paul to view
This designed beauty created the beautiful,
“Ephesians of You…”

Peace love and blessings unto the world of “Minutes Before Six.” Here is a beautiful piece of art motivated from the writing of Paul through the chapters of Ephesians, for the beautiful women of the Earth. Above all the woman’s beauty rings bells of harmony, love, peace and caring kindness unto the whole universe. Nothing outside of her could motivate such joys. I only wish to be her peace to care and protect here forevermore. May love flood the universe.

F.R.E.E. (Finding Reparation Each & Everyday)
For the people to find true freedom
By Ondra Moore

It’s known the best things in life are free,
Not actually cause the best men in life are surrounded by me…
Liberation decrees without a sense of obligation,
Unrestricted by a given condition or circumstances of proclamation.
Such of a being, not being subject to interference by such government,
Which covers the covenant of a man’s free will becoming empowerment.
This open and frank expression of one’s manners,
Are obstructed and clear to rise above and beyond state’s banner.
Living in existence of unconstrained domains

The human refrain within unconfined strains of developments of less entanglements,

Creating divine independence along faculties of movements.
Immunity from the arbitrary exercise of authorities
While enjoying all the privileges of membership from one’s priorities
Liberty, perfect liberty is to think free and feel free just as one please to be
Under Lincoln’s illusion he assured freedom to be free

But in God we trust – liberation is quite eloquent when freedom is felt,

Breakdown:
A man should live free just as he breathe freely, so contagiously we are confined to the world of governments. This level of authority has abolished the human being from a full experience of life. This development of confusion has confused mankind and created a life of contentment within strife. Many are slaves without the physical bondage placed upon their existence. But more in a sense of their mentality being abused and used as ransom and forced to become toxic damaged goods. This whole world is captive under the illusion of freedom being free but in all reality we were risen into a new degree and completely robbed of our true nature and divine freedom.

Stay Woke or Die a Dead Man!!

Commit To Death
For Life Row
By Ondra Moore

How are we determined to ask why,
When we’re captured in a world where we are all meant to die.
Misplaced in a place where we were judged by a case,
To be erased in space not even grace can face.
Life attractions are manifested through man’s actions,
The reaction from such things can estimate as small as a fraction.
Does that eliminate the fact of an act?
As a matter-of-fact, does time subtract the sins of harsh attacks?
Only God can judge our wrongs,
The faithful thing to do is to remain sane and stay all mighty shrug.
Throughout a world of hate we faced fear all alone,
Unto the gates of love – Heaven is where we all belong.
“Why it gotta be that way?”
“Why I have to take my last breath?”
To everyone know that you can never fully see life until you,
“Commit To Death.”

“People who don’t deserve love, need it the most.
Cause where I’m placed the cues whom took life away
are the ones here given it the most.”

This is a poem I wrote for the death row (life row) inmates here on Polunsky unit. I wrote it in third person, placed myself within their struggle, in order for me to get a full experience of the trauma they face. Dina, I see you are one of courage whom is keeping hope alive. Thank you for your platform. I wish to place these poems on Minutes Before Six. Feel free to share with the world. My passion is towards people. I wish to only enlighten the ones who are deaf and blind within their own ignorance. A published author I am not yet but soon I know God will present me into the right eyes in order to flourish my desire. Feel free to give me feedback. I’m open-minded and love is now ruling my entire life. Again, thank you for having such a beautiful spirit to help. My apology for the late response. My world been noisy; now the worst is down and I’m still. Peace.