stanhiz001
All Poets are Prophets: "The Poems Inside of Me" is the first part of the collection of poems pen down as Inspirations flow out of him. Others series will follow as Inspirations continue to flow.
Hit Him Back First
Hit him back first!
I thought he was going to hit me.
So, I hit him back first!
I will find time to explain.
Let him not punch me back.
After all, I slapped him back first.
I avenged for tomorrow;
for our tomorrow.
I believed she was going to say,
'It is over.'
So, I said it back first.
If I can spank her back first,
I will not wait in vain.
I avenged for tomorrow.
Today will be yesterday by this time tomorrow.
Reasons are not abundant always.
Permutation of hypothesis,
like Genghis Khan:
He conquered the ocean.
He was buried underneath the seabed.
Deep inside the heart of the seabed gravel.
A conqueror that struck back first yesterday!
This is not a Rubicon science,
across the Rubicon River,
where men battles with swords.
Using Delilah's robe,
To subdue the warriors' minds,
Similar to lice's in a servant's hair,
near the seat of a malevolent throne,
of valiant of evils, and odds.
Let me hit him back first,
by this time tomorrow.
Like strong warriors of the ancient days.
He dug his grave inside the seabed sediment,
and his grave lay beneath the seabed,
deep down below the sea water.
The invisibility never sleeps,
in warriors' hearts.
These evils men's flesh can't overcome,
therein, whose origin is unknown.
Let me hit him back first.
To obtain my freedom forever,
from the fear of lurking around,
So, I will smack him back first.
And I will explain by this time tomorrow.
Let them not kick me back first.
But let me hit him back firs!