I am so weird.
I am so natural.
I am so simple.
I am so different.
Because I forgive and forget but yet still forgive and remember,
And I give love stronger to the ones that hurt me, hoping they won't again.
So insane, another man would say,
Or like a Trini, "duh mad over no girl"
But I'm in love, at least I can say I feel it and show it.
So I am a looser for love and a winner for pain.
But I feel it deep in my heart and soul, so God so help me I know I'm sane.

I am who I am, I am what I am, I am because only I am.

I care, I can care and I don't have to at all. But what is it to care,
What is it to be caring and careful,
To care for someone carefully and not carelessly.
It's to protect, embrace and involve yourself in that person's life.
I care because I am still here,
I didn't chose suicide, or to become a criminal nor to be careless but to listen, reflect, and learn from my careless mistakes.
We can vare, all we have to do is understand what it means to care and start with yourself first.

Lick all off until it's done.
Don't let none waste or fall to the ground.
Enjoy the ice-cream at the time it's cold.
I'm the ice-cream man with many flavors to behold.

Lick north, lick south, lick left, lick right.
Lick all through the day and through the night.
Eat the ice-cream quickly, don't let it waste.
I bet it will be the best you'll ever taste.

Don't let the ice-cream drip or run down the cone.
Eat until you get brain freeze and a cool touch on your bones.
The ice-cream gets soft so quickly, before it melts.
I'm not talking about any ****** activities,

I'm the ice-cream man, and it's only ice-cream I sell,
And the enjoying of all tasty flavors I meant.

I don't understand. Who am I? What am I? Am I alive or not or am I a dream. Am I an aspiration or a thought or a thing that I myself can't explain or explore. I don't understand what I was made for, who was I made for or what I was made to do. Sometimes I think, what's real from fake, what's right from wrong. I never understand whether what I'm doing is right or wrong, I am different from the others, I talk different, I look different, I act different, I behave and think different from all others and I believe that I am different from the rest for a reason. Sometimes I think about me and others canally. What are we, are we toys, are we a game, are we so kind of lab rat or a test to see what is to be change for the other set to come. Why were we 'Humans' created, for what purpose, to be who, to be what, to do what, are we all I a vision are we all an illusion are we all a prop for God's play or 'plan'. I don't understand. Why did he made us, was he lonely, and is he still lonely. Is he afraid of being alone, is he bored of being alone, or is he alone? Do he have anyone out there like him, is there any one like him that lerks out there. Who is he? Is he God, who is God, what is God,.... Where is God? Is he too mighty to talk to us, is he too good to walk with us, is he too holy to coexist with us, or is he too high to get our level. Is it because he made us, and feels that we should be in sin, why do we have sin, didn't he made us with sin. Because he knew we were going to sin, he knew when, he knew how, and he knew when and why and what time of the day. Or do he? Does he really know, does he really see all, does he love all. What do he loves, what is love is it real or just a ******* of a lie to be or to feel something that's not true. I believe and yet I don't believe. Because I see too much that came to past that made me think about my existence and why I was made. Do we have to believe, do we have to obey, do we have to love, or do we have to live. Do we have to do right or are destine to do wrong. Do we have to choose or what to choose. I don't need a vision, I don't need a test, I don't need a sign to believe. But I believe that I need a reason and a purpose and understanding ot belive. I find its no fare to be faithful and loyal and honest and respectful and obedient, for what, for who and why? I want to choose, I want to understand, I want to believe, I want to be me, but I don't know who's me. He said to fear him and love and serve home in spirit and in truth. I get so afraid that my heart literally beats faster every time I think about what might happen if I don't pray for the day, and when I sleep, and when I eat and what might happen if I don't pray for the things I have. I feel afraid every day and night and I can't take it any more. Is this the fear that he means is this the love that he means is this the faith he want us to have, to live in a fear of our lives just because he created us. Then they say that we don't have the right to answer or question him. But don't we have a voice and a choice to make, then why we can't speak to him or why wont he speak to us. Is he afraid to be wrong is he afraid to appear as false and a liar. If he is all mighty and powerful then why did he let sin live and why does he still let it. Why don't he destroy is all and enjoy the company of the one he created a little higher than us, why don't he live in peace and harmony with his watchers. Does he feel that lucifer will laugh at him for breaking his promise to man, or being weak, or being stressed out and unsatisfied of what man have become. If not why don't destroy us all, be mighty, be powerful, be the lords of lords and the kings of kings. Because I see no difference between you and your forbidden son or fruit. He is trying to prove man and you are trying to prove man, he's interested in the many he can take and you are happy with the many you get. The only difference is that you can live forever with out us but he can't live at all without you. He knows he going to die and he doesn't care. So why should we. Aren't we like him sinful and want to be like you so we creat our own religion and sect. Aren't we like him in a way that all we want is to be free and all powerful like you and live in peace and harmony. Or are you afraid if you make us like you we would over throw you or no longer need you and you would be back to square one, 'Almighty Lonely'. So these are my questions and I know they won't be answered, but they would be written down. So answer to me if we as the wheat live with the unholy then how can the tares become wheat and wheat become tares, why are we forgiven but the devil as they call him can't be. Is it his purpose in this life. What if we all chose to be like him would you care then, would you walk away and leave us to burn. If you leaveth your own son to suffer without a second chance then why are still here, why are we still forgiven, why are we still loved but he's not. Isn't he your son, then what are we to you if we are not appreciated be you. We are nothing without you, so why can't we be free for as long as we wish or is it that the time is closer now, is it that you chose to come now or you are impatient to wait for those who want to enjoy the freedom, their humanhood, their lives and their wishes in this world before there is no more of it. Please I beg you let me be, I will not forget you, nor your words, nor your teavhings, but I will always be conscious of who and what you are, because I don't understand? I love you and I don't need to see you, I have faith and the same applies, all I ask is the opportunity to be a sinner and a born proud one that you made me as. I am wrong yes I acknowledge it everyday I awake from my slumber and all I ask is to have a mercy on me and not my soul, because the flesh is weak but my heart, my soul is willing to serve you in spirit and in truth.

I smile too much,
I try too much,
I talk too much,
I walk too much,
I write too much,
I love too much,
I hurt too much,
I cry too much,
I forgive too much,
I give second chances too much,
I get attached too much,
I fight too much,
I over think too much,
I don't want too much,
I don't need too much,
I wish too much,
I dream too much,
I fake smile too much,
I seek attention too much,
I am not too much,
I get up everyday try to be a different man, so maybe I won't get hurt too much, or lied to too much,
I try everyday to change so I don't have to worry too much, or regret too much,
I try to think, be and act differently so I won't be hated too much or criticized too much,
I believe in equality and genuine love so I won't have to be in failing relationships too much.

But I been hurt too much, lied to too much, used too much,

I been crying too much, because it hurts too much, that I wasn't enough and I did too much.

If I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.

If I fail, I might just stop and stop thinking,
Staring at the sky, with tears in my eyes and just blinking.
Imagining what went wrong and how can it be reversed,
Or is this it and I'm done for, left to suffer and cursed.

If I fail will they abandon me and go away,
Will they seek interest in someone or something else so to say.
Or would they bare my pain and be by my side through it all,
And comfort me whether the sun shines or the rain falls.

If I fail, what can I possibly do next,
I won't bother to talk or bother to act, and I'll just look hexed.
Pleasure and fun would no longer be in my mind,
Nor listening to music, or talking to friends in my free time.

If I fail, what sense does it make,
Was it to help find out who's real and who's fake.
But it won't matter, because when I get up I know,
To stay close to those who came to give their love and their support really show.

If I fail, everyone will lose faith in me,
Well besides God and the ones who claim that their hands are free.
But I'll remember the starting of it all and the vision I had,
When I was little and lacked knowledge as a lad.

If I fail, I fail for a reason,
Because every fruit grows and falls off its tree in every due season.
So I will get up and try harder with faith,
Because no man can help me, and only God is great.

If I fail, I will gain wisdom, knowledge and understanding,
Of what it takes to stay afloat and stay standing.
I'll know who's for me and stay true to them always,
And I'll do anything in life to ensure they are lifted and praised.

So if I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.
But that prodigal son did learn and returned to his nest,
And was accepted by the ones who supported and had faith in him even when he disobeyed and left them in distress.

If there were no rules, the world would have no screws.
Will men stand?
Will men move?
Will men work?
Will workers improve?

Will the dog bark?
Will the cow moo?
Will the horse run,
Without any shoes?

Will planes fly?
When birds flew?
Will man ****?
If another man slew?

Will the sky turn red?
Or will it stay blue?
To ask who's who?
Well who's to?

Will the duck bite?
Or will a leaf chew?
It makes no sense,
And you know it's true.

Will we get ill,
And choose to pass the flu?
And when the time is due,
Can we choose to die too?

Can they change to me?
And can I change to you?
Will we use flour,
To substitute for glue?

Will we got to the wild,
and destroy all the zoos?
Or when one plus one,
Will we get two?

Will every ghost boo?
Like they all do?
If someone dies,
Would they look for clues?

This is just to prove,
If there were no rules.
Human being will not be beings,
And the world would have no screws.
And if the world had no laws,
Then no where would have them too.

I give you an A because you are astonishing.
I give you a B because you're beautiful.
I give you a C because you're caring.
And I give you that D because you deserve it.

I give you an E because you're elevating.
I give you a F because you're forever blessed.
I give you a G because you're gorgeous.
I give you an H because you're helpful.

I give you an I because you're intelligent.
I give you a J because you're jaunty.
I give you a K because you have kingship.
I give you an L because you're loyal, ah hope so!

I give you a M because you're memorable.
I give you an N because you're never neglectful.
I give you an O because you're outstanding.
I give you a P because you peaceable.

I give you a Q because you're a queen.
I give you a R because you have reverence.
I give you an S because you're ****, better be!
I give you a T because you're terrifically talented, in bed, lol.

I give you a U because my love for you is unconditional.
I give you a V because you're verisimilitude.
I give you a W because you and I would soon be wedlock.
I give you an X because you're *******.

I give you a Y because you're you and youthful.
I give you a Z because there's zero reasons why I don't love you.

Deeply unmatched inside than the outer ring,
I see beauty and the beast beneath my skin.
A soft and tender heart most people take and throw away,
I still give my heart again openly, but no one really cares about its part to play.

Unidentified and regularly unseen,
I have a heart of a king but always ill treated by a queen.
Maybe because I have no familiarity with love or what it is,
Or maybe I know love and just can't tell what it is.

Am I nice to you? Am I beautiful to you?
Am I worth anything at all or am I just a clue?
And if I would where be you say it shows the most,
Maybe the inside, but not the spirit's host.

I'm Ugly I know, don't have to say it, it shows,
Every one laughs behind my back, and when my eyes are closed.
Sometimes I sit and sulk, or just cry it out,
I hear them say "he's ugly" with their eyes, and they don't have to say or shout.

Rejection is different, that's what my mother said,
And I know I'll always stay the same and it's posted in my head.
But I no longer feel to cry or sit alone and frown,
I know I'm ugly, and I have always accepted it but it won't keep me down.

So I'll love myself more than anyone would say they do,
And I'll love the ones who love me for true.
It's not how you look on the outside anymore,
Because I know my mind and soul is clean and my heart is pure.

Nothing you say or do will frighten me,
I'm wise and I think independently.
If I'm a punk and a baby to you,
Then there's surely not one thing you can do.
Because my head is on my shoulders real firm,
And what I say I'm not going to do is what I'm not going to stir.

I'm different and I now truely realize,
That no one ever was able to make me act outside the lines.
No one was successful in making me do what they do,
Smoke what they smoke, drink what they drink, I never stepped in their shoe.

I always said no, and was never afraid to say it,
And they all called me names, like old records they continuously played it.
Forgetting that I'm mentally strong and no one can play with my mind,
Not those who tried and not even those next in line.

I may be different but I bleed the same red,
But at least I'm honest to myself, and always until I'm dead.
So the real ******* are the ones who try to fit in,
And chastise themselves onto sin.

I love the way I don't do what they do,
And I'm always smiling no matter who they slue.
I'm different with my head up high,
But they are different with intoxication and their red stains in their eyes.

Nothing you say or do will frighten me,
I'm wise and I think independently.
If I'm a punk and a baby to you,
Then there's surely not one thing you can do.
Because my head is on my shoulders real firm,
And what I say I'm not going to do is what I'm not going to stir.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here, hold a tissue.
Wipe not only the blood from your nose,
But the tears from your eyes,
Wipe the lies, the bounds and the ties,
Wipe the the fake and start to improvise.
Remember your past, but learn from it and let it go,
Don't let it slow you down, nor bring you down,
Because you're mighty, you're blessed and through God you're strong.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here, hold a tissue.
Are we free, maybe, maybe not,
To look alot and see the plot that's keeping us down,
It's too much.
Yes in a world to go and do as we wish, but under rules of supremacy, Lead by poppetry,
Under the administration of Fraudulent Liabilities.
One wrong step in freedom and we're set to life, shot or sliced, electrocuted, despite the fight
We fight to have equal rights, it doesn't change because in the end we're wrong and never right, dead or alive, serving 25 years to life for what?
For speaking the truth and voicing our facts and not choosing to hide.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here, hold a tissue.
Free yet not, imprisoned yet can still get shot,
Enslaved no longer but it's like enslavement in the free world, documenting a real swirl of lost lives of black men, women, boys and girls that stand firm with pure heart,
Yet they were killed, plucked out like tree worms.
We're all people, with the breath of life,
That no man can give, but yet they take like it just a bus giving a free ride.
Yet we rise high and higher, proclaiming our crown,
Turning black broken frowns into smiles through tough battles and many ups and downs.
Yet enslavement is no longer an issue?

Enslavement is no longer the issue!
****** nose black boy, here take the tissue,
Don't forget to wipe away the pain, just don't wipe away the memories of the ancestry that clear the path for us, nor the ones who were killed in seeking the somewhat freedom we have,
Not forgetting the white men who stand by our sides, understanding that it don't matter if you black or white,
We all humans and deserve a chance to enjoy the light.
But it's like their work was in vain because here we are again and again and again facing pain,
And all we want is to be released from their shackles, their bounds and chains,
Why can't they let us be free once again.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here have a tissue.
Many may say they know us but understanding is greater than knowledge, because to gain knowledge you must first understand,
So understand take it as a chain of command, let us not fall but stand and keep our heads up above the sand,
But be vigilant and watch the plots and plans.
Because enslavement is no longer the issue and don't throw away the tissue, remember what you wiped and always keep it with you.

I'm always the first,
Always left to think and deals with **** headfirst.
It's like I'm cursed,
And I need to be dealt with and nursed.
I try sometimes to keep immersed,
Into everything peaceful, but I always reverse,
Onto old thoughts with a negative thirst.
But I get out of it when I think of her and our good times I rehearse,
Or I over think and remember she hurting, so my happiness emerge.
So I pray to God for guidance and her protection,
Then I cool down and I relax from all frustration.
But it repeats and that what's make me the worst,
Because I'm always the first,
Always left to think and deals with **** headfirst.
It's like I'm cursed,
And I need to be dealt with and nursed.
I try sometimes to keep immersed,
Into everything peaceful, but I always reverse,
Onto old thoughts with a negative thirst.
But I get out of it when I think of her and our good times I rehearse,
Or I over think and remember she hurting, so my happiness emerge.
So I pray to God for guidance and her protection,
Then I cool down and I relax from all frustration.
And maybe I'll be good for a few days or weeks,
Then in God I pray and her love and care I seeks.

Is It fair, for everyone not to care, when a man kills and man, INJUSTICE!!
And when a man premeditates on another, to ******, to see the tears of a father or a mother, INJUSTICE!!

How about when a man dies, for trying to protect his rights, with many witnesses in sight, is that justice?
For a cold-hearted beast, to look upon a child and abuse the rights of being superior, is that justice?

Think of it like this, in a land of such mist, to hear a sad story on the news, how many beings are being missed.
What a shame, they think it's a game, to ******, rap, steal and do what they want and drive families insane, to re-tame, sustain the feeling of pain.

And that is when It comes to the time of an innocent person, to take their own step of faith, to set things straight.
To put out the fist, make that list, and understand that injustice is our only justice.

So they fight for rights, to stay alive, because when push comes to shove, a killer motto is to **** or be killed.
And a subtle, humble citizen, takes the handle, to dismantle the lives of a criminal.
Because in life they understand that injustice is their only justice, to be unjust to those who are unjust to them.

Is it Hell's kitchen,
Where the demons be cooking,
Where all bad souls be looking,
Where evil dwellers are both masculine and feminine.
Or is it Heaven's door,
Where only the righteous shall enter,
Where God stands at the center,
Where holy men and women sit in accordance of the creator.
Is it Hell's kitchen,
Deep pass the abyss of fire,
Inside the cupboards of doom like tires.
Spinning, around and round, the cycle of liars,
And no one can escape eternity's fire,
That blazes hotter and hotter and getting higher.
Is it Heaven's door,
Far above in the firmament,
The Holy ones that dwell there, are up permanent.
To stay, watch and quide the righteous to a place of loving treatment,
And to mark done the names in the lamb book of life through pigment.
And the roads and houses he had prepared for us will be in honey, milk and gold,
So think holy, speak holy and do holy deeds to your saviour and preserve your soul.

Hey, I say hello to you when ever I see you.
And I want you to know that I'm in love with you.
You do something to me I can't explain.
And deep inside I know you feel the same.
That's why I can't let go of you and above.
Just because,
It's too deep to begin to fall in love.

I love you, and there's some magical reason.
Your love is special, and it's my only season.
It's just like another fighting and just another nightmare.
And I get sad inside and so vex when I see you with another person.
That's why I can't let go of you and above.
Just because,
It's too deep to begin to fall in love.

Understand me please, don't forsake me please.
Because all I want for you is to see you, smile, be happy and at ease.
There's no one in this world will love exactly like I do.
So please let me love and show how much I want to.
That's why I can't let go of you and above.
Just because,
It's too deep to begin to fall in love.

Baby, I know you love me and there's some magical reason,
My love is special to you, and it's your only season.
It's just like another fighting and just another nightmare.
And you get sad inside and so vex when you see me with another person.
That's why you can't let go of me and above.
Just because,
It's too deep to begin to fall in love.

I want to hide, I want to run, I want fly far above the mysterious skies. No longer on the ground where I can slip nor slid, but in my zone where there's no rules, limits, truths or lies.
Maybe because I'm fed up of it all, I mean seriously, what's the point, what's the purpose.
And are we sure what's insured, is insured for us, maybe, maybe not.
For what, for who and who for what,
You won't understand because life is all mixed up. Taking orders giving complains, what's the deal if we feel pain and there's no ease for the strain. Not even a gain.

But we will find out soon enough, because we have been lied to enough, stressed out enough and dismissed enough.
But stay still, I understood when I was little, stay humble, meek and mild like a lamb, the Holy one's child.
I am, that's the worst part, rapidly and revengefully breaking my heart, stirring its path of a diluted failure in any shade of dark.
So where do I start, where do we part, why am I alive so long if sin is in my heart. If deception and lies is all there is to take part. Stranded in this fertile crescent world where anything can fall asleep and apart.

But I'm strong and I'll get stronger. By the second, by the minute, by the hour, by the days to weeks, months and years to meet.
You'll see me standing with my hands empty but my heart will be full and I'll be on my feet.
Passing by and through every corner and every street, telling the false people who serve false Gods that there is something much sweet.
So sweet, you won't stop licking your lips and ******* your teeth. However, where would you go, I bet you would want to repeat the deal you'll make to set thing straight, fulfill what's supposed to and conceal your faith to achieve the goals you set and get what's great.

I want to go far away, lead far from but not far astray, to slay the demons in my head and lock them far away.

I wonder what my kite could see,
So high above you and me.

And if the birds are friends with him,
As I am friends with Grace and Tim.

Can it touch the fluffy clouds,
Or see the planes pass us by.

To see my kite far above,
as my string burst, I began to cry.

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Is it tears, truth, honesty or miseries.
What is it? What can it be?
My eyes are the keys to my soul, do you believe?

I look into your eyes and all I see is the opposite of all the bad.
I see love for hate; I see honesty from lies and sanity from being mad.
But there are things that you hid from me.
But I find out when you perform them in your actions and schemes.

Your soul is innocent and pure in all ways.
And I will love and cherish you today and for all days.
I'm not sure if we may last for a life time to past,
But it doesn't matter, because when I look at you in your eyes, I see you and me and that our love would last.

So look me in my eyes please, and look carefully too,
Because love is an action word and I don't like saying it to you.
But to show in the way we communicate, and things I do, it's all me.
My eyes are the keys to my soul, don't you want to know who I am, or even believe.

**** me dead dis is not Trinidad we living in dis is Hell.

Man ****** women and man,  killing children and duh give ah dam.
Duh take men land or they guh chop off your hand,
Women loykey so every man is every woman man.
Yes in dis island,  Government is only tricks and scams.

**** me dead, dis is not Trinidad we living in, dis is  Hell.

Men up here different, them duh chase fly buh chasing family instead.
Men beating men if they play mad and touch their bread.
Duh talk about their gyal, watch them and more than five bullets in Yuh head.
Betham and Lavantille, watch any man too hard,  well sure Yuh dead.
Because when their guns done talk,  there is no more to be said.

**** me dead, dis is no Trinidad we living in, dis is Hell.

Women want all de gun man, so money coming quick, like quicksand and quick hand.
Who tell women to cheat,  man duh care over here, women dead too.
Man will buy the world for them, when they done, he want back everything even food.
It's plenty clues, Trini men can't shoot gun, so its either magnet bullet or they using glue.

One more thing too, some police have all wah they need,  they will burn down your **** field and geh high from de same ****.

Kiss me now and kiss me slow,
Kiss me let it hide or show.  
Kiss me until I can't feel my toes.
Until my breath runs from my lungs,
Kiss me tender, let me feel your tongue.
Kiss me until I can't see my path,
Kiss me so I can't feel my heart.
Don't stop, don't panic, don't faint,
Kiss me freaky because you ain't no saint.
Remember that if I kiss you long,
I won't want to stop unless I taste you tongue.

Life is like a game.
One chance, one life but a lot of pain.
Unbearable strain,
That makes your legs feble which tends to make you feel lame.

Live right and live everyday with memories, like everyday is your last.
It's a day to be joyous and make it your task.
Therefore when you lay to rest, what questions would they ask.

There are obstacles all along the way that you will choose.
But it's up to you to ensure that you find all the hidden clues.
Don't fight fire against fire or you'll be on the news.
Life is like a game whether nintendo or PS4 someday you have to lose.

It's the best game in the world, with the best graphics and simulations.
But there are dangerous opponents like in all games, so be careful of there procrastination.
Believe in what you believe in and follow your hearts in every occasion.

Be aware of those who just play life to take another.
They are the rippers of the game, they'll take away even your mother, sister or brother.
So stay sharp and stay focus on the objectives of the game.

To first accept it, believe it, dream it, think about it,
Speak about it, so the actions to do it, live it.
Also remember to love it, cherish it, store the good memories of it,
And most of them all find someone to live with so you can enjoy it.

GAME OVER

Oh little red fire,
How beautiful is your flame.
That walks on dry bushes,
And leaves a black burnt stain.

Oh little red flame,
Moving in trails like a train.
And all you consume is oxygen,
So your health can be retained.

Oh little red flame,
What is your name?
What are you to be?
Can your light be obtained.

Oh little red flame,
Your fire cannot be reclaimed.
For there is no made study,
For your death or pain.

Twinkle Twinkle little star,
I always wondered what you are.
Up above the sky so high,
A fume of gas up, far and wide.
That has no shape but a shinny light.

That's sometimes there or out of sight,
And brightens up the night so bright.
Who helps the moon and shares the night.
Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Now I know what you are.

When one and one join as two,
They stand together as one.
True love, a couple can't resist.
And when confusion comes around,
A simple kiss on the lips and all confusion is dismissed.

They laugh together,
Enjoy good times together.
Cry together,
And if life was in our control,
They would choose to die together.

Love is like a mother to her child,
Like unity of animals in the wild.
And it's where the wind blow,
There is where sad souls go.

maybe to come together and search for love,
An emotional gift from the one above.
When purity is seen in a couple.
It may be represented as a white dove.
Or a heart, or a touch, or a smile to show true love.

Love, you are my friend.
To have you in my life is essential.
Tho you may not be with me in the end,
Where I need you the most to help show potential.

You're my protection from my hate,
You help keep me in a proper mind state.
Your insubstantial touch upon my tender heart,
And every bit of you tickle my lips.

Love, you are my enemy.
Having you in my life was the best for me,
But when my heart shed that long lasting tear,
When ever I hear the word LOVE, I feel a sense of anger and fear.

You're the revolution of sensation that's lost.
Every remembrance of you is like remembrance of Christ on the cross.
You're so evil, come when you want a leave the same.
Love, I cannot take pain you'll drive me insane.

Love, my friend and my enemy.
You penetrate my life's choices and emotions.
making me happy when skies are blue,
And you get me excited to see the sun.
Love, I maybe don't love or love you.

Because love you're my friend and my enemy.
Am I your friend or enemy?
Due to the fact of past and present.
I do less harm to you as you do to me.

March the fifth, could be just any day,
But for me it's a time to sit back and meditate.
Not because it's my birthday, I'll want what others expect.
For 9 to 10 years I haven't celebrated it as expected.

It's a day to remind me the pain my mother went through.
The pain all mothers will never forget they went through.
And between me and you,
I think she feels that pain every time she cries and I think I feel it too.

What a day, just a day for someone else tho.
But they don't know, they're focused on their birthday.
That's how the world work for all of us.
Only your family and friends or maybe people in your class or work place may know.

March the fifth, could just be any day,
But I thank God for not only my birthday but for every other day.
Because I could have been dead before it had arrived.
So I'm grateful even tho I never enjoyed it that much ever in life.

I woke up this morning,
Like Bob Marley said,
To the morning rising sun.
Thankful for the breath of life,
And for all the other things that come.

I woke up this morning,
To the morning rising sun,
Can't see the little birds.
But I can hear them singing,
Truely singing sweet songs.
Songs of love and a sign that they are living.

I woke up this morning.
To no pain and aches,
Thanking God for life,
Life, a lot in which the enemy can take.
Praying to keep me grounded and safe,
From all evil, who's wishing to destroy my faith.

So Thank him in the morning,
In the evening and in the night.
Because God never sleeps and for his children, he will never stop fight.

Many things in life make me feel at peace and relaxed.
But the best of them all is music some way say it's a fact.
I am different, I mean my music is different to others,
Let me give you an example of these such in life that matters.

Lending a helping hand to a person who needs it, so I can heard them rejoice, music to my ears.
Giving a friend advice for problems he or she is facing, so I can hear them give praise, music to my ears.

Approaching a person who looks melancholy, to make them smile, so I can hear them be joyful, music to my ears.
Giving support to a person in any ways necessary, so they can thank God for his helpers, music to my ears.

So you see, my music is different, a lot more different than others.
Because I like to make others happy, that makes me happy, and that matters.
To be as God required me to be, singing praises, music to my ears.

I once had a cat.
Her name was sapphire and she was a little fat.
She always likes to fight my feet,
When she roles long the living room mat.

She was white and loved to nap,
And one thing she never did,
Was chased or ate a rat.
And if she did't feel well she would lay on my lap.

She had grey beautiful eyes.
And loved looking at bats.
I love squeezing her tight and to give her a pat,
On her back, then she steared at me for hours.
Just so she can get a snack.

Then she roles upon the mat,
And maybe sometimes chose to fight my cap,
Instead of my feet tho.
And she ate and ate and got more fat and fat,
So she was a lazy cat, she was my cat.

What's every man's greatest fear, is it death, is it, love, is it demons or is it angels or the coming of Christ. Is it girls or are they shy to speak to others, what are their nightmares and qho or what do they see. In this dream are they in control, are they possessed by an uncontrollable desire or being. What is men daily and nightmare and what or whom they go to, to assist with over coming it. Is it the dark, I remember being afraid of the dark and the voices that penetrates the shadows that look at me. But then I searched myself a little further and I realised that my greatest fear and nightmare is to fail. It's not a natural fear everyone will have or will expect to encounter in life. Because there are a lot of people that helped me reach where I am and are still willing to lend a helping hand to assist in my fight to success. I thank God for them and I appreciate it every day that I rise in the day and rest in the night. My fear is to fail, not only me but failing those who helped me reach where I am today. I am willing to learn for my earnings and I will never appreciate myself if I become my father. I will not allow this to happen.

My mind has a wicked plan,
To destroy all in sight in result of a desolate land.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To **** peoples feelings and forbid them to stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A plan to die and never understand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To separate myself from everyone and don't give a ****.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Today I want you to live but tomorrow die please, and go back to the sand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Like why I have siblings, why can't they disappear and go back to where they came from.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A seldom echo that makes me want to run.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Slit the wrist, and burst my life bands.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Sometimes I want my mom around, most times It's her I can't stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To set a trap to catch any wicked man.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Maybe for the best or just for ******* fun.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Running away from home to my happy clan.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Demonstrate my dislike, still shows love dislikes any evil fan.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Don't care for tomorrow so live for today, or ******* and go far away.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I will fight for what I want even if I'm the only person loving my decision.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I won't let it be a tool of my own destruction.