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Z Apr 2019
She smiles today,
But will stay silent tomorrow.
Love like no other and her beauty is my weakness,
Beast inside, tempts and emerged to her with such firmness.

Her silence show her pain and her pain is mine,
Mine to bare, mine to keep and not to share.
And I admit that I was wrong for not listening to my heart,
Because I was confused by what they say I let us fall apart.

Now we smile at each other every time we meet,
And blush and look away every time we greet.
Knowing to ourselves that we could have been more,
Not knowing that we would be separated was never sure.

Often I weep right after we talk on the phone,
And I know she does the same when she's all alone.
And I wish some day we will reunite again,
Because in this story beauty is the beast and I will love her the same.
I loved her yes but I rather to be distributed by the truth than comforted by lies
Z Mar 2019
******* deep inside,
Feel the heavy take which can,
Demonstrate passion and love
To medicate ill feelings and,
Educate your mind of ***,
To elevate your soul with another, that helps,
Levitate and reservate any pressure to,
Take away the long lasting feeling of the freak deep inside.

Awake and await, to join the
Faith of *******, like any,
Saint, waiting to vision the pictures that,
Many paint to show the master piece of,
Heavens gates, whether size or length to hit,
Any G space, and see her scream face,
When deep inside, hearing the mourning,
And when she twist and turn trying to close her knees' space while,
Deep inside, these moments to embrace,
Remembering the times deep inside, touching G space made her fold up, mourn and twist like a shoe lace.

At any pace in any place, standing, sitting or laying on any side,
Kicking, slipping and dripping when she rides,
Like no horse ever did back in time,
Splitting thighs and dipping deep inside,
Wet like deep seas or rushing tides,
Moving from side to side, hours and hours,
Of sweat dripping down my chest onto her
Round perky breast to her shaking thighs,
In the middle where heat and cold meet,
Making earthquakes to her body or call it,  Bodyaches when I'm deep inside.
Z Mar 2019
Oh no, it can't be true, is it rage?
Underneath docile reflections,
Inside wombs, a baby's cage.
Lifted high, bound by blood and sin,
Everyday, a new day to flip the page.

Sleeping like sleeping in, with no dreams,
Do you see the vision do you get the message?
Birds nest, free from scorn and of capture,
But now imprison by lies of a cage.

Keep me lock in, but keep him posted,
Who's him, the other me that's never on stage.
The legions that speaks in my ear, always screaming,
I'm caged, I'm caged.
Z Mar 2019
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.
Z Mar 2019
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.
Z Mar 2019
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.
Z Mar 2019
I get dizzy until I faint,
Holy crest but not a saint,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
The headache never goes away.

I get frustrated until I cry,
Feeling this pain closes my eyes,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
The headache never ever dies.

I feel so weak when I stand,
I feel pain even in my hands,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
The headache is beating like a pan.

My head hurts front, back and center,
My mom gets the message I sent her,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
The headache makes me shiver.

It can last up to five days,
It's worst when one more day it choose to stay,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
This headache treats me like a slave.
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