Quiet Before The Storm :

Rich Man Raven Warfare

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave Publ

Copyright@2026

The rich man thrives

Like a raven in disguise.

He does not care

Who loses sight?

Raven warfare

Until it satisfies—

He wants more,

More,

More,

Evermore,

Like a whore,

Greedy to the core.

They do not tend

To the needy.

Selfish, hate, lust—

A dangerous creed.

When a rich man

Takes from a poor man,

He declares a classic war:

Rich man raven warfare.

Poor man,

You'd better buck up.

Battle up.

Don’t give up the fight.

Bob Marley once said,

“Get up, stand up

For your rights.”

Rich man raven warfare.

They, too, are craven,

Act just like the raven.

Day and night, they declare the fight.

They desire to have

More,

More,

More.

They crave another’s possessions.

Rich man raven warfare.

Eyes so red, green with envy,

Master to destroy,

Walls of division were built between.

But the poor man

Must earn,

Learn a trade,

Create, innovate,

Unite and fight

For every man’s rights.

While the world sits in depression,

The Divine hears

The poor man’s confession.

Like Gideon, build an altar—

Pray, but also fight for what is right.

Rich man raven warfare

Will lose this war

Through lack of knowledge, greed’s deep scar.

With the power invested,

The poor man’s tears

Shall fetch a prophecy:

All men will be free.

Yet we live in a world

Where are they not treated the same?

We must end this charade,

Burn the rich man’s pockets,

Let the saga fade.

You won’t hear it

On the evening news,

But the clash continues—

Titans in another war.

Poor man, build your Trojan horse.

Rich man raven warfare,

In high demand,

Covets another man’s land.

They always want

More,

More,

More.

Rich man raven warfare,

Dirty whore.

As a poor man,

Is it survival of the fittest?

We will finish strong.

Stick around, find out.

Fix all businesses.

Rich man raven warfare—

Always more.

Survival is the song.

We rise,

Though the battle is long.

History

Begs for

Its Sleep

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2025

History demands their rest,

But they haven’t slept in weeks.

Ever since

six-foot-two,

orange spray,

blond hair, blue eyes—

America’s most wanted,

a suspect offending the public,

He refuses to follow chain commands.

On this day,

1/30/2025,

blood stains on his hands

When aid froze.

Monstrous layoffs.

$45 million, day by day,

from taxpayers’ cash out.

$144 for every citizen, month to month.

$577 for the average family of four, every month.

While West

waves from

The river

beyond the lion’s

Seas,

Bank on

free healthcare,

Education

subsidized homes,

welfare programs.

Unfortunately,

Red, white, blue

Will be

Third world soon.

Stock crashes—

Of course,

It’s never his fault.

A man lost his job and pension

because he was too sick.

I would if his

Name on St. Nick’s

Christmas list

Therefore,

the future

could never reign.

Pale-faced man,

with his covered hand,

has stricken again.

Foolish one,

riding the stalemate plans.

In ten days, his experiences had failed

while commoners stand down,

observe his rich associates.

Sooner or later,

no smiles.

Similar to NFI—

No Friends Left.

The same way

they dish the subjects.

Just wait.

Very soon,

You shall see:

The rich blow out all candles,

which leaves them with empty plates.

History is tired

of hearing the same repeated story.

When will average individuals

Receive a sweet taste of glory?

History begs for its sleep…

To be continued.

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Titan Artifacts

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Sleepy hollow chambers

Somehow it’s

Odd mystery

Follow the

Titan’s mansion

It was epic tragedy

Suddenly,

He Has spoken

Yes, he had

spoken to me

It makes everyone

Questions/Wonders

Whom forgot to pay

Titan’s ransom

For a quarter century

Titan life/// legacy

Had slumbered

Surprise

Surprise

Grave Robbers’

Could not hardly

Believe them own

Eyes

Rattle snakes

Fail to commit

Sucide

Robbers

no longer

Could hide away

clues

From Titan’s

Grave to artifacts

Including

personal alibi

Ties them towards

All homicidal

crimes

Now,

Dead man

Dimmer switch

click

Granted

Titan’s wish

Titan finally had woken

He even have spoken

Claimed the notion

Which serpents

have stolen

All Titan’s artifacts

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Caution Tape: Constitution Is on a High Ransom

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Alright. Let me take down the caution tape for a minute.

I want to talk about the Constitution. Not the paper. The living thing. The law that’s supposed to enlist our freedoms. Provide the framework.

But I have to ask: Do we still have it? Do we still have our democracy?

Look around. Social media racially profiles us. Foreign governments tell us what we can say. How to behave. I thought we were grown adults. Raised right. We should know how to act.

But then you see the other side. The ones supposed to be leaders. Setting examples. They’re not just failing… they’re terrifying. Causing problems. Breaking the protocol. And we’re left here, like children, trying to figure it out on our own.

Cold Strife:

A Rude Awakening

The Eye Of The Storm

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Eye of the Storm" by Cold Strife is a visceral, dystopian narrative set to music. It depicts an apocalyptic assault by a force called "Cold Strife," which manifests as a literal and metaphorical winter invasion. The poem begins with an intimate, physical violation—cold bursting into a home—and expands to describe a systemic, militarized attack on entire cities, primarily targeting Black, Brown, and Latin communities. It chronicles months of terror (September through October) where streets are eerily empty, people are pinned down, families are separated, and the environment rebels. The piece blends stark imagery of ice, destruction, and sonic warfare with themes of oppression, surveillance, and resilience, ending with a grim warning to prepare for survival.

Mad Hatter's Pipeline

Precious Jam Gemstone

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Black sheep, at ease—

On your feet. You must learn

to be aware of everything,

the surroundings. Especially

Mad Hatter’s. It’s not his concern

if you don’t share your secrets.

(Why should he care?)

Mad Hatter’s tricky—

He is a ticking time bomb.

Soldiers! Attention.

Watch your step, march on your way.

Foot patrol, gain access, seize

Mad Hatter’s Pipeline

Uncharted territories lead frantic scam.

(Who gives a damn?)

Enquiring minds shadow the answers

right in front of us.

Mad Hatter’s distraction—it was cover

on his right hand.

First: red sign—Mad Hatter’s cap.

Second: Mad Hatter’s less than the moral compass.

Tap from his hat, snap from his fingers,

wave from his wand—

all his scandals are gone.

Third: shakeshift griff, fake sooth,

aiding us false prediction

while outsiders were warned.

Mad Hatter’s provide us with superstitions.

Welcome, Mad Hatter’s—you are invited.

Please, don’t get excited!

Mad Hatter’s ignorant beliefs:

right is wrong, wrong is right,

for so damn long.

Mad Hatter plays the same toxic wiz’s tricks.

Emerald City—Mad Hatter’s pad begins.

His secret tunnel escapes:

from the Gulf to Venezuela,

tracing the pipeline south side, all shores,

Northshore accounts—

Follow the Rabbit hole

offshore,

scarlet fever, elites’ delusion.

Mad Hatter’s pipeline sings the same tunes,

different stories, wrong attitudes fixed strongly.

Mad Hatter’s pipeline: guilty, nasty, unwanted—

pleasure overrules…!

Titans Fictional Folklore

( in the heat of the Night)

Lyrics: Black Pearl

Vocals: Precious Jam

Copyright@2025

In the heat of the night

( heat of the night)

Something

Just Ain’t right !

In the heat of the night

Blood is

Draining in the

Streets

Can you feel the heat?

( heat of the night)

While blood splattered

All over the hotel sheets

heat of the night

Trigger man

What is going on?

You look confuse

In the heat of the night

Dark clouds

Had a thirsty

Coyote Bite

They prey against

You

There is a bullet

At your head

In the heat of the night

Trigger man

How is your sadness?

Commit you unalive

While your phantom

Is still living

It lingers all through the night

( heat of the night)

Strange things are

Happening

In the heat of the night

Big Brothers spying

at his front porch house

Dark clouds are hanging

Over our shoulders

In the heat of the night

Trigger man

You seems as if

You have not

been Sleeping in

Perfect peace

What is this?

These are files

You want us to

Keep

See

Right in front

In our eyes

It is not a surprise

Strange

Malicious things

Always seem

To be happening

During…,,

In the heat of the night

( Heat of the night)

Something just ain’t right

Trigger man

Open the

Pandora’s box

Expose on Christmas

No claim

No warrant

Against

Another

Lubricated house

Oil spills on bath/ bedroom floor

People were trapped in because

Fire landed all around the door

In the heat of the night

The evil expansion from

Big brothers’

House

Dead man

Never tell

Any tales

Next time,

You can revisit us

Anytime

In the heat in the

Night

You could tell us what on

Your……,

We do not mind

We might suspect

Who did the crime

We may not sleep

Because strange

Theories are

haunting us

But we rather have

You instead

To testify

The answers

All the who’s?

What’s?

Where’s ?

How?

Why’s ?

We want you testify

In the heat of the night

( heat of the night)

When

Something never seem

Right

Strange things are happening

Strangers

Danger /// sticky situation

Always happening

in the heat of the night

Oh

The heat of the night

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Rebellious Spirit

Old granny

Nanny

Always

Granted us

Her blessings

It was always

sweeter

Than peppermint

Candy

She was wiset

Than most recent president

Granny was

Valued as

A copper penny

However ,

She was a rebellious spirit

She was soul catcher

hoodoo healer

She cried

One day

As she claimed

That

Dogs will be dogs

never always

Loyal

Master may

/// go /// come

Dogs always

Enjoy their fun

Dogs self taught

How to Survive

By Having

plenty bones

In their tribe

They will give one

Any where

their go

Just want to squat

for new pad

Whenever

She cursed

By showing her

Stuff against

Backyard

As she fill

Every hate

Sealed them

Roots in her jar

Naysayers

Granny

Said

Three stories

Yours

Than

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