Could be our last to touch,
at the speed of love
I don't plan myself to rush.
The only one to beat,
the sound of ear to your heart.

Could be our last to love,
it won't be enough.
Kiss me straight after we hug,
the feeling drains whenever you're gone.

Love often can ****.

He bled and shed,
a crown of thorns upon his head.
A price greatly to be paid,
death yearned for us by our sins
But Christ Jesus took our places instead.

Wine of his blood,
bread his body.
Bruised and scarred,
He went through it all, for he greatly loved me.

A party of my mind,
plugged in.
Closed curtains, echoes inside,
in my room private dancing.
For the past ten,
minutes I've been lip syncing
Once again
my gritty voice attempts at singing.

Is the door shut,
still up in these late hours.
Don't intend to cause my parents a fuss.
Singing in the dark,
dancing with my many shadows
These four walls of house
are a crowd. Surfing on music in a wave.
Don't know when I'll go to bed,
the sleep lately hasn't been my friend.

Plugged in,
volume up, bleeding my ears.
Deep playlist causes a flood of tears.

But as I'm listening,
something becomes a turn off
Music I hear isn't as loud.
Playing inside of one ear,
the other side without a sound.
Another pair of earphones,
no longer work.
Can't listen to music in private,
now, that's the worst.

Without my music,
left to listen to my thoughts
Problem is they have me thinking I'm alone.

If life was as easy,
what would be our existence
If we've never been broken,
how'd we know to fix the pieces?
The Chosen know life is a long road,
but be brave to walk the distance.

At a shot of love,
to protect your chest
Wear your sleeve,
guard your heart
Wear on yourself a bulletproof vest.

Inhale, exhale,
a slave to my every breath.
In a life of hell,
waking up to fall close asleep to death.

All the ups and downs, one can be above it all.
Lord!

Hear the call of man,
one of paranoia through a storm.
Like loud thunders, do you hear a crying roar?

In this reign of time,
find myself hiding behind clouds.
Where echoes of lightning surrounds.
Out of the norm,
a paranoia through a storm.

I've reached the other side,
across an endless tide.
Twelve hours later,
sailed around endless seconds of time.
Now I found,
things I can't fully understand.
A foreign land,
not inhabited by any man.
How I got here isn't as shore,
after a paranoia through a storm.

Who alone knows a strain of journey,
finding yourself feels an eternity.
But if I sold myself short,
there wouldn't be much left of me.
At the end of every storm,
I'll be like the sea.

Free!

If could call myself an early death,
how'd I seize the day if I'm so stressed?
Knowing I'm blessed,
but also slightly depressed.

I'll confess it's hard
to see the best at your worst
While you question your worth.

Faces fail to display feelings,
high tensions over a room of low ceilings.
A wise bright smile,
with the loneliest man inside.
Who am I,
Mr Lonely Happy Wise guy.

Hi...✋

All are a riddle,
how then is it solved?
The answer,
we all needed to be loved.

We're all marvellous,
shining bright diamonds.
All the stars within us,
as God has made.
Different in places,
but we'll all bleed the same.

A marvellous people,
a tad complex simple.
All a riddle,
indeed this marvellous creature.

Marvellous are we all, all are marvels to be marveled.

We look to the sky,
wishing to touch a piece of the sun.
Has the sun not touched us?
God like the Sun is always there,
even in the darkness.

The rays we feel,
his unconditional love for us.

You are loved no matter,
who you are, where you are.
And in whatever situation you're going through.

God is great, and greatly loves us.

It's morning,
I wake to a windy Sunday.
A cool temperature on a sunny day.
The Sun is out,
and I wake my eyes to arise to today.

My feet touch the cold floor,
a strike of chill tickles a nerve.
Mother tells me it's my turn to bath,
I take my time, washing every part.
Wishing I could wash my soul,
cleanse my heart.
Lord knows I'm a sinner,
aren't we all?
To all these sins, I'm no beginner,
aren't we all?

Took a walk to grab a lift to church,
my own car was down.
Can't afford to pay for it with my own worth.
Why, why, why,
do things seem to not go my way?
I try, try, try,
to keep a smile upon my face.

Riding in the back seat,
riding with all the potholes
Every dip the tyre finds,
is a tiny hole inside my soul.
Today I feel a little worthless,
God, tell me my purpose!
I yell to you in my heart,
tell me do you hear this.

I'm living on the surface,
living flat on this green Earth
Getting devoured by locusts,
or really just the serpents.
Lying in tall grass, where the dirt is.

Find my way to the church entrance,
open doors, like the Heavens.
I know there's worth there,
a whole lot of treasures.
But my chest burns in the pressure,
Living a life battling depression.
I started this fight without a weapon.

Found my seat,
amongst all others, those living
I know we all needing some forgiving,
often our hearts are shut while they're  preaching.

I got a headache now,
head a pounding drum, playing loud.
Try to block out every sound,
people greet me, don't notice them all around.

I wasn't out drinking,
so I'm probably over thinking.
About the previous week, out there sinning.
I should do better,
not as perfect, even as a Christian.
I'm just in this building listening out for wisdom.

How will this story end,
the ending hasn't come to came.
Find it's end, my own reverence,
at the end rid my shame.

The end of this Sunday tale,
to face weeks with some better strength.

May fall in love,
but I'm too afraid to fall for you.
Even as a giver,
my biggest fear is me not providing for you.
My role as man a task,
in life, don't really have much time to relax.

Casually living,
perhaps is me easily sinning.
With all the cursing and pleading,
I hope in my season of love it will be springing.

Saturday,
really where's the vibe?
Prefer to party inside,
in the subtle chaos of my mind.
Maybe I just want to stay dreaming,
it's really a chilled day outside.
As troubles of the weekday still lingers.  

For this day I'll tell you a story.

A nostalgic kid,
Saturday morning waking up to the screen.
Wonder what adventures are playing?
Wasn't a teen,
yet watching four of them as a kid.
Always snapping while watching four turtles.
As were feelings amid,
watching reruns of TMNT.

Flip the channel to younger days,
still much a Rugrat.
Swept under the mat,
wonder as babies did we have reasons to chat?
Wishing I could hide away from family,
hidden away in my secret laboratory.
I wouldn't be vexed,
not a little to live like Dexter.
My advantage is, I don't have a sister.

I found courage as little as I am.
In a world sort of like Eustace Bagge.
I had to become a man,
proud with what was my imperfection.
Where would I be without The X-Men?

Life was always a mystery,
from home to school.
Wish to unmask it all like ****** doo.
Wished to be armoured,
let them call out my name.
A quick watch of Visionaries and Hey Arnold!

Later go save the planet,
all life does matter
Especially those living on it.
A Captain of the show,
earth, wind fire, water and heart.
And my addition would be mind and soul.

The run around of this life,
chasing it only for a prize
A cat chasing a mouse before the mice.
As the world seems to be ******,
tune into the crazy till the afternoon.
Living a flightless life as a Pingu,
I hope it isn't as true.

My list could go on,
but I don't have much of the time.
Neither any of the energon,
how do I then Transform the time?
Is this for me, the Prime?

I must find new adventures,
as like Winnie The Pooh,
An often jumpy tigger,
how so am I rude?
I grew up shy as a piglet,
with a list of all the shows I grew up to.

My life seemed to be a Saturday cartoon.

Here comes the morning,
guessing I should wake.
Will it be a better day,
especially when I forgot to pray?
Heading out, bags on my eyes.
I shouldn't be alive,  
a little too sleepy, really dead inside.

Couple more endless yawns,
wishing to sleep till the wake of dawn.
But I have to get to work,
months a due, hope they pay my worth.
What am I spending it on first?

It's a Friday,
might suffocate myself in drinks.
A couple spills on my shirt,
trying my best to keep it clean.
But I know my money is going to family,
boss weirdly asks, "Are you married"
"No sir". Don't know if I'm glad not to be.

At twenty two,
should be getting married one day.
Haven't made attempts to find that company.
Spent my whole life working,
forgot I actually need somebody.

But as always,
I scratch the idea.
Hate the sort of itch,
has me thinking if I had the wish.
Is if love waiting for me to hit,
what if I swing a shot and miss?
A day I'll be on my knees,
at least not at a time I'm praying till they bleed.

These thoughts of future not found,
can't help myself,
thinking about it right now.
Of course I think about it everyday,
and that's only the short story of the day.

If people smelt your intentions,
can they know who sent you
Then again,
who really knows?

As is a play of words,
right on the tip of the nose.

My two cents on the matter,
I just want the world to change.

Equal much as strangers,
who wish they hadn't met
Minus the tension between us,
in addition to what is.
The love that made us,
higher above than what appears.

Multiplying in population,
divided by popularity
The power to change the equation,
is valuing everyone as a whole.

As a human race
we need to slow down
We're often too busy racing.
Can't rub away what we are,
neither man was born an eraser.

Rational thoughts,
the ideas I haven't bought
The ones I can't afford.
Mind sharp as a sword,
cutting edge ideas to change the whole world.

So I've been told!

Seem to be wise,
though not that old.
Wisdom strikes a nerve,
a quiet listener, mostly reserved.
Action present within my words.

So I've been told!

Seem to be alone,
able to fix pieces once were torn.
A goal to score,
a target in life I seem to know.

So I've been told!

Within Heart,
and of my Soul.
As I am, as is my all.
Within Mind,
and Spirit above it all.
As I am, as is my all.

I need not be told!

If I could write out my pain,
it would be in loud words.
A sad song of anthem,
a Verse and a Poetic Prose.

Energy & effort,
what you put in is what you'll get.
Therefore,
give it your all,
And get back a hundred percent.

Constituency & patience,
stay the course, wait for the reward.
As God has given us,
blessings always wait for us in store.

Breathing & living,
precious is every breath. We're still alive.
We spend our life proceeding,
to achieve success on the other side.

We spend energy and effort,
having constituency and patience.
While we're still breathing and living,
to every second we have, we shouldn't waste it.
The end is always nearing.

Dark reflections is only our past,
the light on the other end
Is the future ahead.
These aren't reasons to live,
rather necessary facts.

Going through our problems,
till we get to the other end.
Going round a situation,
only leads to going round in circles.

Time sits still
while we sit still too.
Seems only calm,
as we ourselves are calm too.

Account for lost time,
can't register the lost seconds.
Where's all the time,
forget it when we make it to Heaven.
Falling away like falling angels
Don't hit the ground,
might not survive the damage.

My time is a stranger,
one who wears a red coat
Hidden in his pocket,
the cutting edge of time that cuts my throat.

What if I don't make it
close to tomorrow,
Was today the best I gave,
lend me a grace of grace
And a couple more years I could borrow.
I could lead the masses,
but I too could be good to follow.

Chewing through time,
but I don't think I can swallow.
Best to live life at my prime,
just in case I'm not first to wake tomorrow.

Try to find balance,
life is challenge.
Living all these crazy days
asking myself how do I manage.
Gone through some damage,
a little bit selfish.
Still try to share myself,
give the whole world a piece of my talent.

To much love,
out to give from my heart.  
It's a drug,
gets me high, till I'm up above.
When I'm down it keeps me up,
but I can't get enough.

Writing in spasms,
or maybe it's just madness.
Emotions that are so violent
suddenly flying high, might need a pilot.
This is for people,
going through issues
Racing so much in life, don't know the distance.
Don't matter how they treat you,
open as much, but they cannot read you.

Are we not equal,
are we not people?
Some are so different,
but there's no point resisting.
We all live this life,
hoping to be proceeding.
And it isn't a fact,
but part of our history.

Life,
the black and white feature.
No grey lines between,
seems to be a set picture
The grey is what we force within.

Life,
a roulette of choices
Revolving days in a revolver gun,
tormented by many voices
Those wishing us to be down.

Life,
a hanging force of time
Ticks away at us, and soon to tock
no easy directions, neither a sign  
Yet we haven't come to be lost.

The life within
is guided by life above
As will it seem,
many are guided by love.
But never forget the love that is the man up above.

Just like yesterday,
the age of me has come to past
What lies in future,
if you're too afraid to live through today
Never so easy being a being,
we'll live this life proceeding
Till another morning.

Wake from our troubles,
stay fast asleep in our dreams
Take a second to breathe,
who knows how much hours we have left?
Time won't account all our regrets,
take registry of how much you're blessed.
Who knows if we'll live another day,
Till another morning.

Our all feels little,
amongst the selfish of all people
We can't satisfy them all,
many are those who love or hate you.
Still they are equal people,
can we not love them all?

Though it hurts to love
the loveless, it is much stronger
than not loving at all.
We can't run away from it at all,
Till another morning.

So as the day will set,
we are the ones who seem to care.
At times it feels so rare,
but rather that, than going extinct.
If I must make a wish,
I wish we all do better till the very end,
soon after that, we'll meet again
Till another morning.

Self aware,
seems the site of you can force a stare.
Life ain't too fair,
searching for love,
Haven't found you anywhere.
I'm much to square,
trapped in my own box.

How to be in love,
must be like falling from above
Those hitting ground, falling in love,
hold down your words, hold onto your heart.

Must I say,
the feeling grows old like yesterday.
So into play,
acting out what seems to stay.
Feelings of today,
are moments I want to treasure

Love has much pressure,
can't rest for love, nor find time for leisure.
I guess for love, I'm just a stranger.

Still can we meet,
though it feels Heavens away.
It would be heavenly nice
if love and I could finally meet one day.

Where this Rose lies,
surely she has survived
Though many of it's kind
through time have died
She stays strong and as the only alive.

Where this Rose lies,
her beauty has for set eyes.
She is much a desire,
longing tender, treated worthy as a prize.
You only see what you find,
you look up to her as she will soon rise.

Where this Rose lies,
she who has kissed the sky.
Roses don't truly die,
swept away for a moment
In time she'll come to be revived.
As the day is coming,
her beauty will soon again arrive.

What you have
is what you can give
To open hearts,
those willing to receive.
The question,
what is really within.

Our legacy,
is our history down the line of generations.
The good, bad and the ugly,
the many pasts that will shape us.
For every turn of the century
we fall closer to greatness.

You and I
are shaped to strive
Mind your own pride,
to only realize
There's much more to us inside.

Condescending,
I know of which isn't ending
A better version of previous self,
superior for owning up to my self wealth
To some it's much frustrating,
I do apologise for being so condescending.

I go against I ,
an ability to be held back by only I,
A type of guy who can't deny,
his much a snack to an apple of the eye.
To those finding it overspending,
I do apologise for being so condescending.

I'm superior,
in a higher rank of self quality
Who I am, is who I am glad to be,
be as I am, an own personal fan
Being proud to call myself the man.
I know for some seems offending,
I do apologise for being so condescending.

I like to like myself,
and loving my own
Surely it's does show,
the light of me which glows.
Like a fire that must burn,
a spark of me, can give you a turn.

Time seems impending,
I have less of it to be pretending
Might feel myself ascending,
but rather I'm not here contending
I just apologise for being so condescending.

Stab at the dark,
broke the tip stabbing at demons
Take a brush at them,
might help me cut them off.
Sing a song to myself,
of how demons can't borrow my soul.

An echo of a whisper,
in the darkest of all nights
Daylight breaks and rises,
a dark night falls
Between them both a child is born.

He won't fear the night,
nor be blinded by day's first break of light
A child of fate,
but much faithful of their worth
For all the bad his known,
he's made it through the worst.

We're not young forever,
forever young are we to be brave.
We won't know our ends,
so better to live in the best moments of Today.

In the tiny moments we have,
life isn't easy.
Still within it many reasons to be glad.

Don't be lost for love,
if you can't read any of the signs
Love is blind,
but we aren't blind to decide.
We may fall in love with our hearts,
but we need to remember our minds.

Perhaps love is a matter of body, heart, soul and mind.

Ask what I'd do for love,
be a loaded gun and shot my shoots,
Too many rounds
of really just falling in love,
Maybe I haven't gotten enough,
or run out of bullets to shot for love.

Raised from the dirt,
how are we not down to Earth.
Surviving on living water,
how are we not able to flow
Ideas blowing in the wind,
we give a breath of our soul
We are what we earn,
with a fire at heart, we glow and burn.

Over the moon,
conquer the dreams of stars
Just like the sun,
we're all bright like these things above.

Lose my thoughts,
things of which I don't have
But try to be glad,
though life gives me reasons to be sad.
For the secrets I've bought,
many I keep haven't been spoke
And for the dues I've paid,
the end of day has me feeling broke.

This isn't a mood,
or even close to being an emotion
Neither of which is good,
a fragile case to be held with caution
I need someone to hold,
not down but up above my sadness
You can't decide all your feelings,
explaining is hard to those who don't understand
Comforting is harder,
to those who haven't felt such as well.

If I found the time,
I'd use it to encourage myself
If I found the time,
I doubt I'd be willing to give any back
If I found the time,
I'd do more things than relax
But with the time I have,
I have but a moment to do better with a chance.  

So to speak,
you can rebuild yourself from just a piece
Find the peace,
be one to cut away troubles than to slit a wrist.

Do feel my suicide,
but won't feel a reason for me to die.

Stay driven in life,
and watch out for potholes
Play your role in life,
make sure there aren't any plot holes
Reach your targets in life,
and know where to aim your goals.

Our dreams should inspire us to do better.

May I be lost for time,
but not lost for you
Lost for words
but not lost for loving you.

My excuses for wild love,
not a **** cheetah.
The truth is,
the feeling does make me starve.
A loving man, but also a hungry creature.

Pardon the time I waste,
tend be doing *******
Gibberish written on my face,
many words sound garbage.
I'm a real mess, I must confess.

Mind the shattered ideas,
best to pop the bulb
Explaining myself as such isn't ideal,
but I'm not one to be loud
Much quieter in the silence of the crowd.

Excuse myself from peers,
not on the same surface of pressure
Excuse myself from kids,
off the scale who can't measure
Worth me understanding,
but also understanding depression
I'm not lessor,
but I am one to question.

Excuse me for this,
and I'll excuse you for that
Excuse me being lost at times,
life didn't come with a map.
All we do could be the last risk.

But not an excuse to never take it.

Life's a jungle,
not all our feelings are tame
Falling widely in love for somebody,
often we can't explain.
Feelings we can't bear,
just be careful not to be caught in the snare.

May have lost a lot of time
but I can't lose anymore hope
Can't hold onto the past,
never ours to hold
But you can hold onto hope.

Darkest places I know,
the corner end of my soul
Depression, anxiety and fears
is all I even known.
Amongst all peers,
the loudest kid in the silence of being alone.
Guess I was on my own,
with these negative feelings I own.

It's a dark place
that shadows have another.
Growing up, not shown
how to fight my demons by my father.
Seemed foolish for loving everybody,
giving all I had and I am.
Tell me is that why I feel like Mr Nobody?

There's a dark place,
much darker than the empty nights
Beyond death or feeling alive,
not even safer to be inside.

Your greatest enemy,
is all the thoughts on your mind.
I've only seen the brim of light
as the shadow left behind.
Friends,
are people I feel don't know me,
they must ignore me.
Those who overlook me,
but I know it's really just me.
For all the problems I have,
I tend not to see.

All the dark places I've made
the foreshadows forming out my brain.
Never one to be plain,
but also the one who wasn't the same.
Out of the bunch,
the dark kid with a light heart.

Just like art,
by the tormented artist's craft.
I seem to be raised in the dark,
the dark is really just my past.

Damage or repair,
so often tyred of life.
It's constant wear and tear,
going round in circles of fear.
But that's life for us all, so **** wheel.

I dream,
a better world to speak
For my chaotic thoughts to find peace.
My loudest prayer is the Lord saves me.

I'm too afraid to dream
just in case I wake,
So hard for me to believe
with the painted demons on my face.
Spare me grace,
for straying away from His way

Lonely as I am,
darkness loves to surround me.
In need of grief,
tending to be a dark funeral.
My life's not so concrete,
then again, I wasn't born in the streets.

The dreams I chase,
are always on the run from me
I hook and bait,
but haven't caught myself a piece.
Lord sees me often sad,
that's not the plan.
But it's hard for me to understand,
those praying with both hands
On the other hand, get given the worst hand.

I dream of man doing better
for themselves for the sake of another
When man wouldn't hesitate
to help out a brother.
The bravest are the lovers,
as the selfish are only cowards.

It's nice to dream,
but honestly for me
I hope that dream is something I actually see.

I've known love,
been given so much hate
But I can't judge
because it's never my place.

Who's the worst
besides me on the worst day
I may curse,
I swear when things don't go my way.
I'm so proud,  
so hard to confess my downplay
Seem so loud,
when I feel I'm about to frustrate.

I've been high,
right onto of all my pride
I act blind,
when things of mine don't seem so right
And why I rhyme
is because there's rhythm on my mind.

I've made mistakes
more than what else I make,
At the end of day
those actions make me break.
But I'm much human,
my flaws aren't my choosing,
Knowing cutting and bruising,
not my life's conclusion.

Never forget,
we're all but just human.

Stars shining brightly tonight,
the Heavens must be warm
Why wouldn't they be,
especially now in a world so cold.

The bite of thunder
echoes across the globe,
The tears of skies flood the world,
as the ashes of chaos have grown a Rose.

Do I suppose,
to know all the pieces I could hold,
Pieces of the sky
give a lot more to behold
The skies, like Heaven
are as precious as gold
And with them,
the many secrets yet to be told.

The wars we're sent out to fight
could be the wars we're fighting in ourselves.

Killer instinct,
is just a blind regard for human life.
Violence,
an action taken when we don't like the reaction.

Man's intent to destroy
is only because he hasn't known how to create,
And why love seems little,
is only because man lives more in hate.

The often disgust of Man.

Horses will run a mile,
but at the end of the day be stable
It's a consistent manner,
we all could follow.
Really if you're that willing and quite able.

When is the morning
I too rise with the sun
Hidden behind the stars,
captivated by the moon
The entire universe knows who we are.

Children of most high,
dreamers all alike
Those of us whose dreams touch the sky.
Dreams will never die,
only if we put them to rest
Let them be like the stars,
Strive to be the brightest of all the rest.

The ends of space and time
seem nonexistent,
One end is the start of something new,
even from broken pieces
Sky's the limit, even in days of feeling blue.

As the days set
and surely rise again
Set your hearts down from worry,
soon rise to be brave
Follow suit in every single one of your days.