Third-Eye Poets, Artistic Collaborations

Third-Eye Poets, Artistic Collaborations Third-Eye Poets' Society is a group of artists allied for the purpose of spreading truth and beauty to the masses.

02/16/2024

I'm back on FB. Send me a message for anything you want/need.

09/03/2020

If I recite a soliloquie
From the top of a tree
I might fall and bang my knee

But it would be worth it
To put art in the air
Vibrate the world a bit
Give myself a scare

But barely have I written lately
The intertwining of my mind sanely
So here are a few lines at most
Hope I have been a good host

08/09/2020

Will be looking to update this page with videos and insight from my affiliates concerning the Illuminati, child sex-trafficking ring, and Coronavirus conspiracies. Also a YouTube channel and possibly a podcast will be in the works. This group is about art first, but we are also about the truth. Look for us to reemerge.

06/25/2020

Call me Pastor A with the namaste rap
Came to your town and yeah we put it on the map
Call me Shade WhiteeE with the triple E stacked
Slayed the Jager deer and then we got him racked
It's a simplistic rhyme with some simple meter sir
Taxidermy venison and coat made out of fur
Stop. Sit back and relax, while me and the TEPS crew we come up with the facts
It's all a guess, a perspective a clue,
We're just having fun
Don't know what else to do
So I put down the beer and I put down the blunt
Got a brand new life and I ain't tryna front
Put God back on top though I still make mistakes
Lord knows that I'm through with the fakes
So if you're tryna live right and are done with the mess
Hit me up playa for now I'll say God bless.

04/23/2019

If you don't get this, then f**k you!

12/21/2018

Hey guys, don't just like the page. Share some of your poetry. We want to hear it. And you're not gonna get in the book unless you put some of your poetry on the page.

11/01/2018

Thank you for liking Third-Eye Poets Society, please also consider submitting your poetry/artwork. Your work will be put into a collaborative artistic book/project I'm working on. Some things are better left unsaid, and some things are meant to be put on blast. I basically want to edit a book of collaborative poetry and form a band to tour and spread the message of Faith, Unity, and Truth.

10/08/2018

"Some Kind of Flow"

Let it flow, wrappin up angels in crowns
Turnin realities into upside downs
Listen up and put down your frown
I might be the realest clown:
2 to tha 3 to tha 1
Op I forgot the 4 son so sit down let's get it done
Sippin on Scotch and blazin' Hybrids
Don't forget to put in your cereal the 'cids
English quids and pops and slurps and leans
Yeah I forgot it don't mean anything
Don't analyze this meter or this rap
I put in the subliminals might give you the clap
Ain't no sap except the ones in the trees I be puttin them on with the birds and the bees, my Heaven sees your trees when you burn 'em, sip on fire when I light the cauldren we might churn 'em.
Sir, when you been at? Where are you showin up?
So corrupt
She don't wanna be saved don't save her
No I ain't a killer but don't test me
This emotional turn makes me thirsty
So when you pick a side just be the one
We are here to destroy your gun
Just for fun
So don't bother analyzing me or my rhyme, cuz in time I'll shine in the Truth, bout to blow this flow through the roof.

10/03/2018

I'll write this black and white so you forget you may be a slave to the grey and not the grave, babe
So lay down with me side by side and I'll show you the slides
Don't hide or run, don't try to deny, but confide, In due time we'll roll the tides in crimson hue we'll define the rides.
The ebbs and flows, the elbow rooms and here we goes, let your mind flow with me so you know longer have to roll solo.
But if you wanna ride solo for so long that's fine I'll be here when you get back, so strap on it and lean back, get it on the ins and outs when I see you we'll both be in heaven, maybe another grave. A lovesport is a bloodsport so what?

10/03/2018

It's been a moment since I've posted. Sorry about that, but I've decided to go public and splatter the word all over my public account. I'm in the mood for some poetry while I listen to music. Work on the Gustav Novellas will resume in due time, I promise.

09/21/2018

"Gustav Kamal and the Mission of Perpetuating Existence"
A Novella by Andrew Jeanpierre

As he slid into his car, he prayed to God that the mission would be as painless as possible, both for himself and his target.
Gustav is a divine assassin ordained by God to keep Earth's leading secret societies in check. Some of them have evil intentions and are crafty enough to elude the UN Security Council Assassins. When one of these Societies use their forces to oppress the weak, Yahweh sends Gustav to do the dirty work and warn the Societies, one assassination at a time.

He woke up in bed next to his soul mate, Priscilla. The air was clean and crisp, as they had left the windows open on that beautiful early Autumn night. Priscilla was introverted in nature, sympathetic to other's suffering, and as beautiful and radiant as the sun. Her skin was like soft porcelain, her eyes a deep hazel, and her curves were enough to make even a mission-focused man like Gustav open his eyes wide and gawk.

The Muslims were making moves on American Imperialist Territory, as usual, The Jews were doing their thing in Israel and around the world, and the Christians could sense the time was near. But then again, everyone had the sense that the time was near.

Gustav kissed Priscilla on the back of the neck as he got out of bed. She gave a blissful sigh as she turned over and ruefully (vocab check) watched him get up and go towards the kitchen for his morning ice water. She decided to stay in bed and remain silent this morning, she knew Gustav had an important mission today, and she understood the value and ultimately the blissful contentment of respectful submission to her husband, unlike most modern American women. Gustav made his way to the bathroom, relieved the call of nature, showered, shaved, brushed his teeth, and put on his favorite cologne, Enlightenment by Rashknaque.

He clicked on two TVs, One for MSNBC and the other for Fox News. He was not biased you see, but a slave of the Most High, and he preferred to get both the Liberal and the Conservative views of issues, simultaneously. That was one of his gifts: he could process information and be sympathetic to both sides of the spectrum, not many others could claim this. The third TV was for whatever else he wanted to watch; however, in the mornings he liked to stick to business.

He ground his Gevalia whole coffee beans using his Nutribullet and boiled the water. As he reached to the cupboard for his antique manual filter and coffee mug, he noticed there was a fly roaming around the kitchen. He thought of Mr. Miagi and considered breaking out the chopsticks. But he decided to not get distracted.

He made the coffee and his usual breakfast: two eggs cooked over-medium with a pinch of salt, pepper, and paprika mix, rye toast with Kerrygold butter and a piece of fruit on the side. When he was finished he did his Yoga, Prayer, and Meditation. This was his morning routine and he rarely veered from it, unless he was on a mission in the field. On the News, people were focused on the bombings in Syria. The Secret Society Skull and Bones had made orders contrary to Yahweh's instructions by advising the CIA to fund ISIS instead of wiping them out completely (The reasons why Skull and Bones did this was still unclear), so Yahweh commanded Gustav to assassinate the Leader of Skull and Bones as a warning. The target's name had yet to be revealed.

The message Gustav received on his cell phone this morning was "Oppression of the poor will not be tolerated Gustav, go and warn the oppressors by taking out the Leader of Skull and Bones. Further instructions will follow later today."

End Chapter 1

09/20/2018

Project Comedy Show (5mins) Joke 1:
I get insulted when I look in the mirror. Like, hey! shouldn't I be better-looking? F**k you mirror.

08/12/2018

"God's Favorite Color is Plaid"
by Andrew Jeanpierre

There once was a lilly
who floated into my cup
I decided to drink the liquid
And it tasted like plaid
So I called it tea
For that was my lilly

Then I said my plaid
What color are God's eyes? Plaid
What is God's favorite color? Purple
What is the Password into Heaven? Golden Boomerangs
That's right. There is a password to join Alpha Omega.

Now burn it!!!
Burn it all down!!!
Burn your money
Before you make me plaid

I want my chocolate candy bar from Zanzibar
in 20 years, under MY! tree
20/20 Jesus comes back
So if you wanna see black
Jump into a rabbit hole whilst you listen to Coil
You Kung Fu Pigeon!!!

1 year, 4 months. 20 days and umpteen hours...tick tock.

Break every chain. In the name of Jesus. Bow your head and repent and recieve the free gift of Salvation. Amen
08/11/2018

Break every chain. In the name of Jesus. Bow your head and repent and recieve the free gift of Salvation. Amen

First Baptist Church of Glenarden Pastor John K. Jenkins Sr. http://fbcglenarden.org LIVE SUNDAY BROADCAST 8 a.m., 10 a.m., noon, 4th Sunday and special even...

08/10/2018

Don't go chasin white rabbits down rabbit holes while watching Alice in Wonderland you dumb donut, just sit back and let us go nuts, you dumb cocoanut, I love you baby. Love you like you're my angel, my only angel, I love coconuts.

08/10/2018

Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it

But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
What you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

(Oooooh)

Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say, women...they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know

Now here I go again, I see, the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering
What you had
And what you lost...
What you had...
Ooh, what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know
You will know
Oh, oh, oh you'll know

08/03/2018

Thank you to those who are visiting and liking my page. Please help with the Collaboration by submitting your original poetry, lyrics, raps, short stories, artwork, music, etc.

Happy musings,

-Andrew

Third-Eye Poets' Society is a group of artists allied for the purpose of spreading truth and beauty

08/03/2018

They asked us to write a poem in Biblical Studies class and I was like, "bet." Here is what I came up with..

Feel free to visit/like/share my poetry page and submit work of your own.

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