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Z Oct 2024
Last time her eyes saw light, darkness was the first sight,
Died in her sleep and never in her life she did right.
Hearts she killed, she stole, she kidnapped and minds she *****,
That night she died, hell fire she couldn't escape.

There's space in Hell, vacancy in Hell,
One is coming, two is coming so ring the bell.
Mammon is feasting on the souls new and fresh,
And share amongst his legions, fresh souls are the best.

So say live life right and Heaven is your reward,
Follow his commandments, and fear only God.
Keep your whites clean, don't place spoils on your garments,
There's vacancy in Hell and spoils are new meat to their Lord.
Z Oct 2024
With no pain there's no gain,
No blame game but the blame is stained.
Nutrition to the brain adds the flame to the insane,
Blood stains on my shirt and a dead body in the drain.

The police came,
Body's cold and stiff, head strain.
Brain matter on the side of the walls well laid,
No evidence to show and no running blood in his veins.
The soul reaper is gathering souls again.

Bed rest, vegetable life, he's a cane,
Bullets speeding, swift movements like trains.
Shot in the leg and low he's lame,
Laying in his blood next to the empty shell grains.

Another child dies again, another youth dies in vain,
They stress on the violence yet they make crime their main campaign.
gathering of sorrows, here comes the reaper once again,
To deliver their souls after their bodies have been slain.
Z Oct 2024
I can say of myself,
I have good doctrines.
I can say to myself,
I am loyal.
I can say of myself,
I have good faith.
I can say of myself,
I am good bait.
I can say of myself,
I want to catch big fish.
I can say of myself,
I wish to feed as much as I can.
I can say of myself,
I have a great heart.
I can say of myself,
I have good plans.
I can say of myself,
My mother did well raising me.
I can say of myself,
I intend to raise my offspring as did she.
I can say of myself,
I am not certain of life.
Though I can say of myself,
That I'm willing to try.
Z Oct 2024
Would she?
I am here, in fear, away from her,
Knowing what's out there and what evil hands lure.
Is she for me? If she is she will stay,
Games of disloyalty and pain, my heart cannot play.

Would she still?
I don't know, maybe she will.
Maybe she cries at night thinking of me still,
Maybe she's out having fun without me in thought,
Maybe the fight for her wasn't worth being fought.

Would she still be?
Be by my side,
Or stand behind my back as false love with pride,
Would she still be sitting looking at old pictures of her and I,
Or is she allowing another man to embrace her smile.

Would she still be mine?
After all this time,
Like the infinity of an endless line.
Would she still be mine or will I have to find?
Another girl to make her mine,
Maybe I do and maybe it's true,... or not.
She could be waiting on me in silence weeping it through.
Z Oct 2024
Oh I am a humble ******,
My guidance cometh from the Lord and my peace, pushing from the sea front.
To the sea front I look for strength,
To the sea front I lean for a calm spirit,
To mother seas who sends blessings for me.

Look upon this ******,
Know that his head is guarded by integrity.
Discipline and professionalism are steeping stones I must take,
Accountability and respect are pillars that should not break.
My strength of character and ethics are implanted in my soul,
The values embedded to my core and are on my skin like moles.

My peace pushes from the sea front,
Oh I am a humble ******.
To the sea front I salute proud,
To the sea front I shout loud,
To mother sea, thank you for sending blessings for me.
Z Oct 2024
He who fights with his monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

There's one thing a man should always do,
Mainly to himself be true,
Never let anyone change your point of view,
Unless what he brings makes sense to you.

You should never judge him by sight alone,
Or by the height that he has grown,
And when you're speaking always keep a moderate tone,
Because raised voice, they turn hearts to stone.

See from the beginning it was brother killed brother,
The morals in life, live, love and respect one another.
But then there're those they'll always try to be smart,
They'll take a decent man and they'll alter his heart,
Until he seeks to tear them apart.

These men, no man should call friend,
They bend lies around truths,
Until they meet their end.
Z Oct 2024
The book of my poems,
Means so much to me.
Come, read oh distant traveler,
May you feel the words I silently speak,
In times of distress my reflection of frustration enters this book freely,
I rather write away my realization than sink and sulk in sorrows like seas.

Read and understand my little wisdom,
I believe God granted it to me.
Come in the wall of my little kingdom,
I assure you love and loyalty.
I am no scholar nor the wisest of men,
Yet my heart cries and my tears the ink to my pen.

Forgive me distant traveler,
Only words i have for thee.
No silver nor gold nor vanity resides inside of me.
A cancer who slowly kills the body and makes it no more to be,
Like a man with no foundation and ambition his eyes can allow him to see.
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