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Oct 24 · 25
Endurance (In Camp#39)
It has just begun,
The past I ran races, some lost and some won.
This race is different, the audacity I have to undergo the mission,
Endurance is what I need, and its wisdom.

I no longer require to come first,
Even if last I shall be.
Passing the finish line with all point collected,
I the greater result for me.

I need sustenance and reason to run,
I need purpose until the race is done.
When my eyes are dreaming and my cold body laid down,
Where my race has ended, it should benefit my children to come.

Carrying myself to my utmost limit is not only the key,
I need to survive the burn out on my feet and not on my knees.
Omniscience is my strength and it heals me further,
Not to win the race, later to endure it for longer.
I am feeling home sick,
Tell my family come get me quick.
My emotions are running wild,
I cannot control my thoughts even if I try.
Get me out of here I feel like I'm in an asylum.
I am not deaf, not lame, blind or dumb.
I feel trapped in a call deep beneath the ground,
So deep not even by the devil can it be found.
I want to go home, I am fed up of this,
No proper sleep and there're programmed people here with chips.
Left, right, left, right, left repeats even in my little sleep,
I already don't get enough so imagine my face when I weep.
Everyday is strangling me,
I am clustered and my body is getting weak.
I miss home and the qualities of my comfort zone,
I miss my family, so long I haven't been alone.
I want to escape and the door is open wide,
There's only two ways I can leave and graduating is the one I decide.
I am home sick I need to leave quick,
I am praying that grad day don't stick.
Poetry is life and life is art,
Creating a new piece conceives a new life's start.
Poetry saved my brother, yes it's true.
Even though he messed up, poetry pulled him through.
The art of poetry is so divine and magnificent,
Words like mountains grounded firm such omnipotence.  
The passion is in the emotions the poet sets in words,
Every synthesis of symphony, the similes, metaphors tingle every nerve.
Categorizing vocabulary, an encyclopedia your brain should be,
Hitting the bull, yes that sweet spot definitely.
Like a tree your poetry must grow so tall, so strong, so big,
The simplest of words can make your poems more than you think.
Poetry saved my brother from the hands of the stern court of disclosure,
Though he was wrong, he held his composure.
His heart was made pure and sincere through faith earnestly to God he held on to.
Tempted in the garden, yet poetry saw him through.
Some of his brothers disowned him and remembered him no more,
Thou shall not get caught, he failed to observe the 11th law.
Some who called him friend and partaker in the crime,
Like Judas they threw him to the crucifixion line.
Whispers of him going astray and gossips, that he was selfish they assured themselves that he was wrong,
The proud man stood leaving their heads bowed to the ground.
Poetry saved my brother, and on forward his head held high,
A man who can acknowledge his deeds, the most respect never past him by.
A poem to my Batch Mitchell J.
Blessed is she, whom I call mother and queen, beautiful in all aspects, as beautiful as no one have ever seen.
She is proud, independent, strong in character and heart,
To express all my understanding and love of her I don't know where to start.

Blessed is she, whom I call first love and majesty,
In all her life, that's what she was sent to be.
Fierce in spirit and a mighty warrior in her adversity,
She seeks no mortal riches nor does she interests in vanity.

Blessed is she, whom I call parent and guide,
No pain I sweep below the rug, from her it cannot hide.
She knows me astonishingly better than I know myself,
She understands my struggle and flaws and motivates me to gain a greater wealth.

Blessed is she, whom I can call my Queen and mother,
Prosperous is she that I exalt  than no other.
Olu Damari, to you we shall look,
Blessed is she I call Mother, protect her from the snares and crooks
Pay special attention to how your thoughts are organized,
Critical thinking is at drastic times when the mind is less prioritized.
Under distress and stress your mind is at a baffling state,
Dawning decisions and choices at a critical time is ultimately great.

Lifeless souls in a bubble, bye bye buy life by how life runs,
Teteron under the sun, barracks of none in sweat and fun.
In this phase things move really slow and the time is lost,
One wrong move and you'll be swinged off course.

Critical thinking is an event of thoughts gathering at a critical time and place,
Proper analysis is as if you slow down the physics of this space.
Being focused and vigilant are keys you will need,
To critically understand this simple poem you read.
People say practice makes perfect, but perfect is an imagination,
They practice with "PERFECTION" in mind so they fail unnecessarily all the time.
Level up yourselves, forward you ascend up the path you take,
Once you commit yourselves, you have success to make.

Practice makes permanent, be honest to your struggle and stay confident,
Do all you do with passion and an attitude to improve.
A wise man said "Practice makes permanent, especially in your prime".
Practice, Practice, Practice until you make it a habit in future time.

When you practice and you practice some more,
You will increase your knowledge that I can assure.
Characteristics will be improved and others you will inspire,
Practice makes only permanent and that is all great things require.
I am in front of a traffic light,
But all I see is blue,
No red, no yellow or green, someone tell me this isn't true.
I can't move forward,
I am stuck in this lane of 42,
All black polished lines and navy blue suits like me too.

I can't sail, I am stuck in the motion,
Unhinged and weird, I'm on a boat far in the ocean,
Some say batch and others say crew,
A few months ago until now I am still being asked "Who are you?"

Some are berthing the lines,
Others dropping the anchors below.
Popeye in real life?
Well then enjoy the Popeye show.
Blue is all I see and drafted to be
But I gained knowledge of friendship, yes it was green that set me free.
When I say I love you in this letter,
Know that these words won't help me show love better.
It's simple and romantic to make you smile,
As a gentleman I don't believe love letters are out of style.
The benevolence of great gestures, words don't come easily,
Though the barriers between my emotions say actions are understood speedily.
The benevolence of great gestures, words are hard to find,
Though the barriers between my sanity and insanity are lost in time.
I say leave the sanity and retain true loyalty and love,
My heart needs a jump start and that's you my love.
I seek your response so in this letter I place my piece,
The remedy of your words appears to me as you are beauty and I am the beast.
Don't let the Sun set on your sadness, love let me in,
I am a charitable and generous soul, for you I willing to sin.
You inspired me to try harder, so know my motivation is you,
You may have no clue how my adoring of you is nothing but true.
I speak my words of you in the atmosphere,
I hope the wind it to you so that you can hear.
That even when I love you in this letter,
Wait on me my love so I can show my love to you better.
"Does he loves me, maybe not",
Page picks pretty precious pink petals.
"He loves me,... he loves me not",
Page pulls apart the pretty precious pink petals.

Page sing light,
She stands in doubt.
Page picks pretty precious pink petals,
For a boy, she picks to find out.

"Does he love me, I think he do"
Page picks pretty precious pink petals.
"He loves me not", he loves me and she loves him too,
Page is happy picking pretty precious pink petals.

All day she picks,
All day she plays,
Page picks pretty precious pink petals,
Everywhere she sways.
Oct 24 · 22
Baptism (In Camp#30)
Water touch my soul,
Rest on the mold of my head and make me whole.
Baptize me in your rivers of prosperity and love,
Allow my spirit to ascend like a dove.
Flow down my skin, oh how wonderful you bless,
I look above and permit you water to run down my chest.
Bless me now and give me all you can give,
Hug my heart and grant me reason to live.

A second chance without sin I plea,
Another life oh water you can give to me.
Pick me up and swallow me whole leave none behind,
Now I can see, Holy water drops, for I was blind.
I studied the laws or righteousness that I say,
Days I commune with thee as much as I can pray.
I ask again humbly, water touch my soul,
You guide the ori of my head and have made me whole.
Ancient beginnings Dragons flew wild,
Imprisonment free and they travelled by air for miles.
They stood upon the highest mountains in the sun light beam,
Dragon wings over cities imagine how it may seem.

Imagine dragons walking alongside men,
Over a million lived and were friends with them.
Imagine they fought wars with dragons by their sides,
Imagine riding a battle dragon in the sky as they glide.

In reality, dragons are a myth,
They tell fictional stories of dragons while children gather around and sit.
But a young girl imagined dragons, all the types and colors they could be,
Sadly only when she sleeps the dragons appear and then she can see.
When I'm in any mood, my mother always know,
I don't know how because I never let them show.
Sometimes a false smile may appear so fearing and real,
She see even that but most times only silence she keeps.

She may not know my pains nor the balances of imperfections,
Or maybe she does and just choose not to mention.
At times she would ask, "Son are you Alright?"
Those are the times she knows I'm fighting the hardest of fights.

She is so wise and humble her fierceness amazes me,
I look at her life pains and scars knowing that is stronger than she used to be.
When she seems weak, she cries to God at night or day,
I cry deep inside because at those times I see her pain but don't have the right words to say.

Her struggle was tough and her younger life was traumatic,
I adore her because her heart is righteous and less problematic.
Forgive me Lord, lift me up wipe my tears and let me be strong in heart,
Make me as strong as her so I can help ease the pain of her heart.

my life is not my own, I am my mother's son, her first born and wish,
I want my generation after impact our lives with inherited gifts.
I am not perfect nor perfection is not what I seek,
Thanks to my mother, my first Queen and I'm her first legacy.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The walls around my kingdom,
Every pillar must be made with knowledge and wisdom.
My bricks of honor will be laid as perfect as a brick can be laid,
The hand servants of loyalty are worked and accordingly paid.

The walls around my kingdom,
Must be aligned like of good faith,
Properly plastered with understanding as it's main gate.
High as hope and wide as respect can stretch its wings,
Covering the kingdom and within it every little things.

The walls around my kingdom,
Structure like of humbleness and foundation of love,
On the forward of every pillar, heads of spirituality stands above.
Tho my walls should stand firm and strong no fraud,
If the walls around my kingdom don't stand for it's purpose,
May it be destroyed by the hands of God.
From the seafront to the portal,
I am surrounded by mountains.
From the portal to the housings,
I am surrounded by mountains.
From the housing to the Parade square,
I am surrounded by mountains.
From the Parade square to the mesh hall,
I am surrounded by mountains.
From the mesh hall to the laundry room,
I am surrounded by mountains.
From the laundry room to the barracks,
I am surrounded by mountains.
From the Barracks to the medic room,
I am surrounded by mountains.
From the medic room to the regimental police boot,
I am surrounded by mountains.
From the regimental police boot where all the RPs salute,
I am surrounded by mountains.
The entire military base and personnel's within it,
We are surrounded by mountains.
May 2022 · 173
I dont Dream (#17 In Camp)
When I lay to rest, I only see black screens,
No light, no movements, no dreams.
I barely get visions but nightmares when I sleep,
My mind is empty like a cinema with no one in it's seats.

I don't quite understand, blank space covers my mind,
Dreaming seems so fun, it's like I'm searching but just can't find.
Like I'm never first, I'm  always last in line.
Only a few visions I can remember inside this brain of mine.

I don't dream and it baffles me,
How can I sleep at night so comfortably.
Does it make sense to you or does it happens to you too,
I bet there's someone else out there that walks in my shoe.

All I can say is that I sleep well at night,
I don't fuss, snore, sleep walk or fight.
I may not be a dreamer or dream as you ,
Yet I know someone else can't dream just like me too.
Vexation of spirit is a sin,
Chastise negativity and throw it in the wind.

Cater for those who transgress and rise to anger quickly,
Foolish men push their limits to wrath very swiftly.

Brace yourself, an angry man is unpredictable,
Man is mortal know that no man is invincible.

Cold water to a cup, hot water to a cup,
You taste lukewarm.
A bitter residue in my mouth,
I will spit you out until the taste is gone.

Anger leads to vengence and vengence to death,
Abstain from vextation as a conspired threat.

Study the laws of understanding,
thou must first understand,
Vextation of spirit big or small is a sin by man.
Descendants of Cain,
Descended in vain,
Satan is correcting sin.
Evil is exorcising evil,
Mingy little weasel,
There's no sleep for the wicked.

What goes up in time must come down, Kings and Queens gain and lose their crowns,
kingdoms rise and fall for generations.
Jesus came as a saint,
His spirit ascended with gain,
No man have ever been so perfect.

Where there's darkness there's light,
We wonder why angels and demons fight,
Descendants of Cain,
Descended in vain,
Satan is still correcting sin.
May 2022 · 156
World order (#14 In Camp)
Slowly death is coming,
No appointed time to drop countless bodies.
Under the stars and the Moon,
Africa still need food for the starving tummies,
We still don't appreciate our truths,
Nor embrace our lives as we enroll in it.
The disperse of orders and rules,
Means nothing to scholars who live to learn but don't teach their studies.
Understand how the whirlpool moves,
Taking everything below and above, like nothing is worth it, like undecent pennies.
Criticism is a main review of fools,
Who despise good judgement and rebuke good forecomings.
Cancel out negativity from the mood,
Keep your mood positive and smooth like honey.
Stand firm in what you believe is true,
Eradicate false tongues and stand still in false panic.
World order have signs and cues,
Clues to see lies and take the truth out of it.
Feb 2022 · 252
Anancy Story (#13 In Camp)
Crick crack, monkey break he back for a piece of pomerac.

On Sunday fancy Anancy woke up and told himself,
"Well boy I need to get q belly swelling *** today",
As Anancy say ishow Anancy play.
So Anancy devise a plan,
He needed rabbit, he needed turtle and he wanted lamb.

So Anancy brought out he rabbit trap,
Brought out his turtle trap, But he had no trap to catch lamb.
Two traps, three traps he caught three rabbits,
Three traps, four traps he caught four turtles.
No trap, no traps he needs traps for lamb,
So he devised a plan and began to clap his hand.

Lamb was quiet but lamb was tricky, Anancy snuck up behind lamb but lamb ran quickly.
Lamb ran, lamb laughed,lamb jumped and prance,
Lamb got away from Anancy and began to dance.

Anancy got vex because his plan failed flat,
So he devised another plan with the help of cat.
Now cat was witty and knew many tricks,
But Anancy plan was not to makelamb and cal mix.
Anancy needed wolf and wolf hated cat,
So understand the plan poor cat had to be catnapped.

Anancy carried cat to wolf and bargaed his plan,
Wolf agreed to his plan and shaked Anancy's hand.
Wolf didn't dress as lamb this time nor played funny games,
All wolf did was denied he had any fame.
Lamb wasn't expecting this and was surprised, and came to wolf's aid,
And said to himself that he is proud of the new wolf, wolf had made.

Anancy saw the scene and knew his plan would work,
Wolf played along with lamb and slammed lamb into the dirt.
Wolf carried lamb for Anancy to natce his stew,
Anancy got lamb and told wolf "Good friend thank you".
Anancy made his belly swelling *** and enjoyed himself,
Three rabbits, four turtles and one lamb for Anancy to quench.

Crick crack, monkey broke his back for a piece af pomerac.
Feb 2022 · 158
China Twon (#12 In Camp)
Flashing lights, dancing of people all anound,
Animals prancing, humans ame enjoying, their feet tramples the ground.
Colourful balloons, parades of dragons across the city and town,
Black cat bombs, star lights spark see the children run along,
Chinese style, noodles and sushi, sumarais scares,
Welcome to China town.
Feb 2022 · 135
Silent Hill (#11 In Camp)
On Pine Grave's Mill lives quiet Grace Jill.
History of surprise and chill.
Children disappearing on Pine Grave's silent hill.

Outside Jill would regard the mill,
Knowing that demons and weird creatures are by it still.
She would retain curiousity and take her pills,
Grace with a panice face, the pill keeps her chill.

Mummers of slenders deep in the forest of the hill,
Behind Pine Grave's Mill,
Search officers looked for days, weeks even months,
Still no evidence of tiny green bean Fill,
Who went missing on Pine Grave's hill.

Friday went Jill, she rebuked the pill and now she's running behind the mill,
No idea of what's lurking in the bushes of the hill,
Where the sun is afraid to set and under the moon where demons ****.
Curious little Grace, with fright on her face, creeping through the bushes suddenly she falls in a grave.
Eyes opened wide, Bill's rottened finger in the ground,
No where to run, jump or hide.

Jill turned around, something poked her in the waist,
As she rotated terror and cold sweat covered her face.
In sight she cries, with hands on her eyes,
Wrong view of tiny green bean Fill's skull in the dirt properly disguised.

Sad evening on Pine Grave's Mill,
History of suspense and chill.
Mother and father of quiet Grace Jill,
Lost their daughter in the woods of the silent hill.
Fill my cup and let it overflow,
With wisdom, knowledge and understanding.
Upon recieving the knowledge of the new Thou must empty your cup of teachings of the old.
Attire yourself and remove the things you hold dare,
Obtain new doctrines, apply it and keep it near.
They brought me to a place to break me, build me and break me again,
By installing physical pain, mental strain and to confuse my spiritual plain.

Empty your cup, not because fools you will return,
Throw away the fluids ol lack of humility, foolishness and dishonor,
Integrity in a key value, discipline in a word we must stand to.
Principle maketh man and manners is the foundation which I stand.
My cup is always empty because I am humble,
New knowledge a poor servant seeks.
Fill my cup everyday and let it overflow,
With wisdom, knowledge and understanding,
So that spiritually, mentally and
physically I will grow.
Feb 2022 · 176
Dark Matter (#9 In Camp)
Priceless thoughts of wisdom deprived from dark stature,
Turned the good minds into the unrighteous state of dark matter.
Black magic, black books, uprise of darkness, the forbidden fruit is getting fatter,
Live in a bright world where only darkness matters.
My motivation is as distant as the foreign land,
Esteem for me to strive ponder my soul,
Maybe the 2nd or maybe the 3rd my heart is in her hand,
I can still see her smile when I am alone and feeling cold.

Forsake not her blessings her heart is mine to keep,
I am trying to hold fast yet I know I am weak.
Tender lips brushing the exciting skin of my cheeks,
I can still see her smile when I lay to sleep.

Gathering all my seashells yet I will rebuke the stones,
One Queen to my kingdom she sits on my highest Throne.
In the art of War and the **** is frustrating me,
I can still see her smile like she was standing right next to me.
Jan 2022 · 114
White House (#7 In Camp)
White house, white house,
Blue stains on white house.
Brown cats, black rats, orange birds by white couch,
Nice spouse and white house
Food spots, tea drops on clean floors of white house.

White House, white house,
Red stains and white house.
Clear pool, silver tools, pink snacks killed white mouse,
Chicken sauce turned white spoils,
Fly wings, ants sings of sugar blocks in white house.

White house, white house,
Yellow stains on top White House
Veggie plates, sweet dates, raisen cakes by nice spouse,
Grey clouds pours rain loud,
Mud puddles, purple bubbles outside doors of white house.

White House, white house,
Green grass surrounds white house.
Children dance, in white pants for a cookie chance in white house.
Ceiling fan under a breezy land,
Door closes, mat poses, no more feet enter white house.
Sundays she screams "Praise the Lord" for keeping me,
For bringing me through the week
From the fight she fought so meek.
Sundays she screams "Lord and father please",
To take her through another week,
To be devoured by Ceaser's sharpened teeth,
Pain and stress meets her at her peak.
Tears, sweat and blood running down her cheeks,
Yet she smiles and you don't hear the frustration when she speaks.
I call her mother and Queen,
Because she's the strength that live in me,
That make me want to be the best me that I could ever be.
Sundays she screams to the top of her voice,
With any song of her choice,
Singing the pain that reflected on her chest,
Dancing away her time to rest.
Still feeling the mortal pain that rocks her flesh,
Sundays she screams "Father Lord look over me" and the trials she's about to meet, pushing her feet
Ready for the new heat, ready for the streets,
To rebuke the devils peace and again her children's feast until Sunday she screams.
Why is there evil?
Maybe God wanted evil.
Maybe evil *** his diverse plan.
Maybe He created evil not to see men fall but how long would men stand,
Maybe not for it to over come us but for it to show us his demands,
Still I ask myself why do I suffer?

Why must we die?
Why must we try?
To become greater than sinners if sinners we were born to be.
To be holy if holiness is only given and not achieved.
To starve and be poor because the rich are told to be evil beings,
So I ask myself why do I suffer.

What's the purpose of life?
If we're born to live,..... wait no born to die.
If all we must face most is hardship and pain to be Saints, get wings and fly.
Is its purpose bent only on showing glory to be killed for innocence and criticized for righteousness.
And I ask myself why do I suffer.

Probably I suffer because I choose to.
Because instead I try the easy way and rub,fraud and **** I sit and wait,
To he fed everyday still having an empty plate, thinking that it's going to be ok.
Probably because God said he will never let his children go hungry and starve but never poor? Nor suffer?
Maybe his idea of sufferation is differ,
Maybe his meaning and comprehension of suffer is joy,
I ask myself why do I suffer,
I don't know, may never know but;
Maybe I suffer to understand and appreciate the sufferation so I can know what it is not suffer afterwards.
Jan 2022 · 88
Mist (#4 In Camp)
The gentle wind picks her up and pushed her around,
Blue spots like of tiny dots and grey as clouds.
She waves at every flower as she passes by.
On violet petals she rather stand or lie.

Up and around, below the sky and on the ground,
She enjoys her own company although there's many more where she's found.
Honey pullens so soft, soothing and sweet,
Her wings tingles as so for her feet.

Dancing on blue roses a beautiful scenery to see,
Was once dull and ugly but now as beautiful as can be.
It's like she floats, like she walks on air,
And I say to myself I wish I was like her but life is never fair.

Through my windowpane and back out again,
She looks at life like such of a fame.
Her time is short Mr, Lizard is feeling hungry now, she may die,
Sorry to say but goodbye to Mist the grey and blue butterfly.
Jan 2022 · 96
Proverbs (#3 In Camp)
A wise man will listen and increase learning,
A wise man of understanding will attain wise counsel.
Fools rebuke knowledge and instructions of earnings,
Foolishness is the understanding of their wide counsel.

Songs sang by Solomon and enjoyed by many,
Songs that have power and heavy uplifting.
Men no longer seek wise lessons, not so very,
Yet they gather to prey on the weak, means of ill-treating.

Who seeks her teachings and yearn her blessings?
Adorns her capacity of wisdom and the depth of her understanding.
What is much greater, that it stands out so loud,
She speaketh with compassion so blissful and so proud.

Wisdom calls aloud outside; she raises her voice in the open squares,
For many to hear and multitudes to share.
A fool is a man that uses not his wisdom,
But a wise man knows use and applies it to his kingdom.
No fault, truth lies in our manifestation,
The enormity of sin is just a dot of expectations.
True exaltation, true exaltations, my exaltations,
Life dies and time flies, confrontation **** contemplation.
Satisfy a sinful man, injection a deep *******,
No rest, no sleep and highly frustrated by no concentration.

Act on the curl, attack on the soul, now the Devil damaged my meditation,
Finger speaks now my body leaks of red water, the body filtration.
Nobody knows the soul better than its maker, that's true creation,
Rome wasn't built in a day, type of phrases they'll say but expect a now for now reaction.

Hinder in sight, crack of concealment may slightly cause a contamination,
Like a virus that spreads, affects the head and we ask why they think of world *******.
True exaltation, men have fallen deep in abomination,
Focus on the new with passion of the old, eyes can't see past its sight not beyond realization.
Jan 2022 · 98
Some is Lost (#1 In Camp)
There are a lot of illustrations,
For facts of pure frustration.
Man, yes modern man,
Stand without hand in hand,
So the understanding of cooperation is lost.

Pain is now our new joy,
Tears our new spoil,
And hearts our new toy.
Fix your minds on greater wisdom.
Set you souls on the greater kingdom,
For man has no riches.

Meditate on those of Stern acts to procrastinate,
Pay attention to whom must demonstrate,
For them mankind underestimate.
When men don't understand, they fear,
And classify as unidentified, so man's naked eyes don't fully comply.

Steady hearts, mending parts,
No man must break us apart,
Therefore strength is our prize possession,
Fall and fail but always get up again,
Mental strain and physical pain,
Yet the understanding of spiritual gain is lost.
Dec 2021 · 93
More poems are coming
Yes they coming,
Some are walking
And some are running
Some are short
Some are long
The poems will arrive soon
49 probably
But 50 new songs.
When they reach not all may shine
But they're all mine
Written from my peace of mind.
When I was in military training poems kept me at peace
So the next 50 poems expresses those times fighting the military beast.
Dec 2021 · 111
Just
Just inna bit,
Just is just but just a wrist was slit
Just a while ago,
Just in some part of the world,
Just as the pain took hold,
Just as much as one person can take,
Just like blood the thick syrup of the grapes,
Just is late,
Just is fake,
Just is to discriminate
Just as the gay rights are accepted
Just as racism is still highly affected,
Just is never equal,
Just will never be fair,
Just is far away from injust,
Just as Just is so far from near,
Just give me a second
Just mend my heart from that weapon
Just before I had a broken heart
Just as she came I found all its parts,
Just as loyal I am,
Just as loyal I will require her to be,
Just as I was cheated on,
Just as I pray a second time it doesn't happen to me,
Just a life
Just a knife,
Just a little girl under mental pain and stress
Just a little girl who was laid to rest,
Just a box,
Just a hole,
Just six feet
Just your body feeling cold
Just another service
Just another prayer
Just another soul leaving the earth
Just another soul entering here.
Apr 2021 · 175
Future Wife
I stand by loyalty, and it's greater to me given behind my back than when I'm not near.
I love so strong, and that kind of love is rare, and all that I fear is always being there and doing the best I can do, then to be left is heartache and despair.

In my present life, I am in love with my future wife,
I was stabbed in the back once and I pray it don't happen twice.
No matter the struggle, I would never leave, even when the roads get rough.
But my past heartbreak makes me feel like I'm never enough.

When she smiles the heavens shine and sing,
Seeing her blush is such an amazing thing.
Her dimples, so sweet, exposed when she smiles,
And I want to make her my future wife, to be all mine.

Hopefully we would last forever, until the day we rest.
And I look to you God please, I hope she is the one, because I'm going to do my best.
God I pray that hurt isn't on it's way,
And if it's not then thank you in advance, because the games I'm not willing to play.

We both have flaws and stains in our past,
But as we grow to love each other, the pain will be outcast.
Her personality is lovely and she is all I can say I need.
So as we plant this seed of love, loyalty, respect and great values in our life,
I hope the seed becomes a tree, and the fruits from the tree taste sweet.

Right now in my present life, I'm in love with my future wife,
And I hope no matter the time apart she stands by her word like I'm going to stand by mine.
NF + ZS
Mar 2021 · 124
The Sun and The Moon
In the beginning there were no Sun and no Moon,
Thus through God they both were to be soon.
On the lovely day the Sun was made for,
and in the night the Moon would explore.

But it came to the Sun's awareness that he was not alone,
So he spoke with a loud voice" Who else is at home".
the Moon said "It is I the light of the night",
Now they both were certain that they both was right.

Day and night past and they talked and talked,
Hoping one day, they would together walk.
literally by each other's side for real,
Not knowing that it's an absurd way to feel.

The Sun felt for the Moon,
Soon they both tried to meet, and it had to be soon.
But when they met, their domains were upside down,
Causing chaos in the world all around.

God came and said that this cannot be,
You must stay separated or it will create destructivity.
Stand where I put thee and is there you shall stay,
The Sun and the Moon was cursed to never cross paths again.

The result of this God sent an eclipse to bind their seal,
That no matter what they do, they will never meet.
Love is apart now foot never rest at stool,
This is my story of the Sun and the Moon.
Mar 2021 · 184
Peace of Mind
Life wasn't designed to grant peace of mind,
Yet mankind strive everyday to at least try to find,
Inclined to the evil side so their hearts are so unkind,
We need God to help unbind the chains on our young minds.

The grind is perfectly outlined,
To the point where you can literally see the lines,
Of the supremacy and deceit of the "High signed",
Well timed and I don't need to rhyme to unwind,
The twined ropes around the necks of the youths and their feeble minds.

Push forward and don't drop behind,
You must think out of the box, we need a mastermind, to mastermind the misinterpretation life's stranded vine,
We need to wipe our eyes from the lies to show we are no longer lame, no longer silent and no longer blind,
Combine the strength and power of love and loyalty to define,
What the rest of mankind is trying to find,
The pure of heart of one's self and the inner peace of one's mind.
Mar 2021 · 102
Static
Static is my lyrics, under water call it aquatic,
Automatic never panic forever ready I bring the traffic.
Traumatic is how I have "em" with my flow it's acrobatic,
So cold, climatic, with the bounce, hydraulic.
I'm not dramatic but I got it like a fanatic,
Have the Devil in my basement and the Lord in my attic.
Plasmatic, ray-guns shoot, like my words it's so systematic.
Diplomatic with the degree to add static unfortunately so drastic,
Call me mathematics, because like algebra I'm so problematic.
Fantastic, no Mr. Fantastic, stretchy I'm elastic, I got that melt away like I'm hot plastic.
You mess with me, you get the flu now the situation symptomatic,
Lyrics like bullets, I got a lot, painted my picture,
Do you see it,
Diagrammatic.
Static is my lyrics under water call it aquatic,
Automatic never panic forever steady, now I stop the traffic.
Mar 2021 · 113
A sudden Fall to death
Tragic, they say don't panic, death of extreme athlete Dean Potter and his friend Graham Hunt in Yosemite National Park renewed attention to the risks of base jumping, that's catastrophic.

Imagine that fall, so why do it at all,
Imagine that wing glider rips or your parachute grip slips,
You pull it and the clips doesn't want to come out, eye sight to the floor or deep seas, shivering because he or she sees, death instant death, beneath tall trees and the last things you see are  green leaves, blue skies tears dripping, dirt then Smash!!
Your memory was last know as another casualty of base jumping.

Can you have an insight of such in sight of falling hundred of kilometers in the sky, everything is going fine and one terror leads to another and the next terror is loss of life.
No man, woman or child wants to feel that fright of helplessness,
But yet they say it's a sport, come jump, fly and sore like a bird,
That absurd.
The deaths still don't bother others, maybe, maybe not,
But when someone body drops,
Tears drop, hands holds head and everything stops.
Mothers, fathers and love ones cries, "Oh my God is he dead", yes he just died because the in sight of what's in sight wasn't accepted that base jumping is dangerous.

A sudden fall to death,
A sudden funeral is set,
A sudden loss is met,
A sudden person laid to rest.
Man's domain is the ground, and the birds of the air is the skies.
What I have learnt is that you could never know what happens next, the future is uncertain to all.
So live life to the fullest and it doesn't mean base jump to fall and loose your all. Famous people have tried and fail, rich people have seen and bailed and some people stayed and it was successful nailed.
But you are not them, avoid trying, avoid your family and avoid your friends,
From falling to their end.

Fatality rate, hmmm it is fatal,
Besides the obvious it's also illegal.
So you wanna break the rules, then be that fool or be the fools that leave their good homes, life maybe schools, just to commit suicide by jumping off high mountains or buildings because it looks cool.
It's insane, base jumping is just so in vain, like what's the point, because to me it no game, it's no fame and it's really lame,
Yet you put all this strain on yourself to maintain a plan for such absurd risk.
And when you see and feel the pain before you feel the pain you realize you were insane and there's no coming back from this,
So why complain, it's a sudden fall to death.

Tragic, they say don't panic, death of Famous Jhonathan Florez, Dario Zanon, Uli Emanuele, and Alexander Polli rose attention to the risks of base jumping, Now that's catastrophic.

A sudden fall to death,
It's not automatic,
The pain is static,
The death makes you panic,
But the action is manual.
Maybe not the first time apparently the feeling is casual.
Base jumping is proven to be one of the most dangerous "sport" in the world, so why do it.
Why waste your time and life,
Why leave your children and wife,
Why jump and not know the price,
Why be this impotent with your life,
Why jump when there's no price.
A sudden fall to death.
I didn't say it once,
Base jumping is proven to be dangerous,
I am sure I said it more than just twice.
Feb 2021 · 1.2k
Zero Tolerance
Zero tolerance,
For abuse!!
Zero tolerance,
For misuse!!
Zero tolerance,
For racism!!
Zero tolerance,
For no mannerism!!
Zero tolerance,
For unnecessary hate!!
Zero tolerance,
For unnecessary fates!!
Zero tolerance,
For violence!!
Zero tolerance,
For lack of common sense!!
Feb 2021 · 144
Injustice Our Only Justice
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.
Feb 2021 · 454
One Brick
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.
  No cement needed,
But sweat, tears and blood.
I will place one brick as perfect as one brick can be placed,
Soon I'll have my wall.
I look back,
I remember the walls I was trying to build,
"She" broke them down.
So now I must look forward,
I must say she is happy now.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.

I don't need friends,
They're unreliable and not trustworthy.
Sustain me,
Revive me,
Hydrate me,
I am running out of fluid to build my wall.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.

I feel unwanted,
I feel unappreciated,
I feel unloved,
I feel unstable,
I feel unhappy,
A good companion is so hard to find.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.
The earth has the moon,
For the dark night.
The earth has the sun,
For the bright day,
Again I must say,
One brick everyday.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.
Feb 2021 · 201
I do too much
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.
Jan 2021 · 335
Glister in my Soul
Woke up to start a new day,
Glister shine of the sun on my soul.
Soothing water flows, river sing in water notes,
Birds chirping, astonishing melodies to the ear.
Wisdom of softness the wind would love to share,
Feeling the connection with nature as I stand and spread my hands in the air.
Glitter and glister, crystal clear the water sits still,
While am by the river bank at the bottom of the valley's hill.
Not a better feeling than inhaling the fresh breeze,
Get a whiff of the sweetness, oou, bless me I sneezed.
What a wonderful morning, and unaware of such demise,
LOVE
Is my morning's surprise.
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