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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Intrigue me, no wait, no sorry,
Am not baffled, despite the world deceive me,
Boy not even grown, only ten,
Mother's son want to live no more.
Standing on a broken forefront,
Of a high tower,
The boy is under the ticking
Clock.
The clock strikes nine,
The boy life flash before his eyes,
Fill with tears and contempt,
He made his mind up to jump to
Death.

No!!
Make sense out of this before you
Jump,
Don't rush, don't shake nor stump.
Only ten and you wanna die, sister falls, big brother crawls and mather cry,
He said my father is not here never will be because he died.
Leaving me inna world after so much torture and abuse.

Look me in the eyes, and tell me not to cry,
Or "Don't worry boy" it would be fine.
Oh do it and don't you lie, I have no pride, my childhood yet early manhood taken tragic the scare upon my soul.
Deep he cut, deep he injured my poor fragile life,
My mind now know too much pain for it's age,
And my heart knows too much sorrow before it's stage.
Let me jump, let me meet him and look him in the face,
The face of a drunk, disgraceful liar,
Who prey upon the little children,
So defenceless, mostly weak.
A catastrophic stature of hatred and grievance in my little heart,
Ain't my father suppose to teach,
Instead he broke me apart.

Tick tock, time is passing, clock keeps ticking, child keeps subbing.
As help rush, with such pace,
Like lightening from the sky they went up the tower,
The boy's power, lessens by the hour, his pressure drops then rise,
Like yeast in flour,
Suicide, no premeditated manslaughter,
The boy under the ticking Clock, rain pours down, what an unholy
Shower.
Tock, the clock strikes six, the heavens opens, car doors closes
The press cameras captures,
Stumble raptures of poor Casper's little light slowly dims.
While he falls to uncertainty below all pain and unexpectations.
No more to be, pain from daddy yet he went brave to meet,
News day and ah new day, such a
Terrible sight,
He died in such terrible way
On the headline, the newspaper it say,
Boy under the ticking Clock

Thank
God
For the
Day,
And
Thank
God
For the
Night,
Thank
God
For the
Wrongs,
And
Thank
God
For the
Rights,
No
Man is
Alone,
Nor
No
Man is
Alright,
But
God
Giveth life
So
Thank
God
For the
Light.

I rather be alone,
My heart hit rock bottom,
Now it's cold.
I feel young, strong, dumb, useless, numb.
I feel permanently damaged,
But temporarily healed.
No big deal I feel the solitude.
I love the solitude, I am the solitude,
Less likes, more views,
Less stay, more leave,
No need, no need.
Am weird I know,
My heart's big, it glows,
But my inner self is broken
It won't show,
Sometimes I just cry to let my tears flow and let the pain go.
But it won't,
It never will,
It only kills me slow,
Like brittle bones, tough stones hit,
Leaving tears that fall like snow.
I need love, I need loyalty,
But all I get is heart break and dishonesty.
Have me doubting myself,
My strength, my health,
Like am I enough,
Am I worth it,
Am I even important,
What am I even here for,
I love making others smile but apparently the better joy of some is when I cry.
I rather be alone.
Solitude,
The multitude of many moods.
Or maybe someday that perfect person will come,
She may leave like the rest,
But I don't think I care anymore,
I'm getting used to depression and distress.
Why do I feel alone yet amongst many, why is my eyes filled and my cup's empty,
Why are good people abuse
I don't know,
Can't say,
But hey this is my solitude.

I am Heaven found but Hell bound with a broken heart and a dead hound. No light house, just dead sounds with dead bodies spread out like chewing gum. See saw, I saw to be fore seen, broken bones, blood spills like crack cups leaks coffee. See the moonlight, lies because the moon's dull like a rusty blade with three lines call it a three line.

Seven Seven no Six Six The devil's son did a flip kick, Dromos smiles and sits quick as Lilith falls back smudging her lipstick. God laughs saying "who would have thought this", that man down fall would be so bliss to Devil eyes such a Netflix.

But get this you see the moon right, with its great form and moonlight, but far away it's just a moon site with no friends but stars you get the mood right. Some lonely ****, some deep holy pit, such as the hole we dig same as the hole we slipped.

The Devil's moon shines on man's night like a God eye that never cease sight, that never blinks or move or even sleep tight but red glows in the midnight. I am a mɪskrɪəntz just like you are, no where near and no where far, but it's more stuck on me burning like hot tar, I would spare your life but I want to leave a scar.

I am Heaven found but Hell bound with a broken heart and a dead hound. No light house, just dead sounds with dead bodies spread out like chewing gum. See saw, I saw to be fore seen, broken bones, blood spills like crack cups leaks coffee. See the moonlight, lies because the moon's dull like a rusty blade with three lines call it a three line.

Understand,
Why do you care? About that watch you never used and when it goes missing you get furious,
You get angry at everything and everyone in sight,
Misunderstanding the facts by day and the opinions by night.
You didn’t care about it but yet you fight, you roll you cry and sit uptight.
All you knew is that you had it and believed that it would never have to go,
But as time flies, you didn’t regret leaving that watch so alone, unused and not cared for,
So ungrateful, now it’s gone maybe to someone who may need it for sure.

Understand that ungratefulness is worse than witchcraft.
Why do you care? That makes me laugh, then makes me stop, then makes me cry.
Like no humble child can resist the temptation of a humble smile.
Remember that pet, oh yes so loving and small and so unkept.
Late at night it cries for food and you were tucked in and you well slept.
Below step, underscore the over applause of an owner who didn’t even care for it’s pet.
Now the vet says it’s dying, and there’s nothing you can do.
Poor pet everyone gathers saying but no it’s poor you, foolish you and ungrateful too.
Not once you ever cared when it was well, alive and full of joy,
No, to you it’s just a living toy,
To be used, abused and then no longer up to use,
And now it’s gone.

Ungrateful so why would you understand.
Why do you care? About your friends, your girlfriend or about your boyfriend,
You say you are ready and steady the relationship is founded,
And he is humble and never ever liked to be sounded.
She always had your back even when no one else would,
And he stood with you even when they said he never should.
Not that you care she fought for you in ways that would destroy her after all,
He went to hell. He came back with a smile and you cheated at the after call.
What’s your meaning, what’s your words has to do with meaning.
Because as clearly as it is you never meant what you said,
A heart broken, but you don’t care, or you don’t have to weep,
You believe that they’ll always be there for you so you push them below the sheet.
You opposed them, knowing clearly they were right,
And you make them feel like they’re weak because they didn’t want to fight.
Now he's gone with betterment in his mind, thinking to himself that, she was never to be mine.
Later she packs up and leaves without a word, why, why would she say a word, she must have said an entire book or two,
Just to you, and about how much she loves you and care for you,
But you don’t understand, you never cared but as soon as they go you feel so alone, so broken, so stupid and scared.

Understand,
Why did you care, if you ever cared?
About anything so great that you let go of, you’re so fake,
Oh no, was it a mistake, that you **** someone up knowing how fragile they were since from the first date.
You knew who you broke and you broke them with no remorse,
You took them off their path of goodness and threw them of course.
Now your mission is to make yourself look like the innocent one,
Like the roots need the water and the tree needs the sun.
But they don’t know you, yet they will in time,
So hope you’re grateful for the nothing you have won and the something you have dumped.

"Cancer patient, no smoking", doctor said.
No, he couldn't, white smoke made black lungs and now the patient's dead.

Life a year before, he smiles walking down the streets, hey what's up folks,
Cigarette in his mouth, he pulls in and you hear him cough and chokes.
Laughing loud telling stories and having jokes,
And he knows and realized the poke of damage the white smoke has on his throat.
That has him tied down like a stringed goat.

Up and down, exhausted real quick, out of breath and his lips dry on the tips,
But he never listened or took the tip, to stop smoking, "Dude you got to quit."
Exhale, the cancer patient after he just sighs, laughs, spits and lick his lips,
Telling the guy "No bro smoking is the ****."

Later down that year, close to that point where he no longer exists,
Still with the pack in his pocket and a cigarette between his finger tips,
Without the doubt of death and without the knowledge, he was at risk.
Regardless, he awoke every day taking it in vain.
Insane, like taking propane, literal high grade,

Laying on a bed of affliction in pain, head shot to the brain,
Serious temple hurting, and a rocking migraine that made him realize that,
He will no longer be alive, not anymore.
White smoke wiped him out of existence, no sunlight and long walks ever again.

"Cancer patient, no smoking", doctor said.
No, he couldn't, white smoke made black lungs and now the patient's dead.

Feelings fade, memories replayed.
Drop dead in bed, dreams begin, so sweet I begin to sin,
Lust, agony, amazing love and abilities to fly,
Dreaming phases and in phases I can't die.
Standing in mid-air, light flare, eyes full of joy tears.
Never would I want to leave and I inhale the breeze then exhale and sneeze.
Amen! I scream so happy and prosperous in my dreams.
Never did I seem to unlikely have a Queen.
So beautiful so pure and clean as I imagine her on my team.
Standing on sand, the beach so clear and has a blue beautiful scene,

I guess it would be nice making her my wife, but it's my dreams, it's not real life.
Panic, demons interrupt, and I try to make them stop.
Get out, stay away, get the **** out of my head.
They laugh and reply saying they're not leaving until I'm dead.
So a battle to regain my strength, God and his Evil son at war,
Hearts bursting, earth filled with blood and bodies of many fallen angels with tears of claws,
She comes the she goes over the sun, rain and snow.
Tipping on her toes, because she doesn't want me to know.
Her love may not be mine, no not mine to keep, so I whisper to my pillow and wipe my tears in my sheets.
In pain no more smiles, the dream dies,
Exit in gun play, blood stains and marrow drains,

No one can help not ever her, not like she could anyway.
Heavy dents in a room called 666, with no air vents.
So many doors, hideous faces on the walls with an insane number of claws,
Like they're getting through, no maybe they're getting in,
In this dream at least, but why I feel it under my skin.
And I ravel, twist and I turn and moan because I'm not at ease.
Please oh Lord please I plea, rolling shaking in agony,
My Queen left, my dream crashed and now the demons is going to get me.
A sudden headache, so I hold my head and squeeze in my face.
I'm regaining strength, and subtracting void from my space.
Filling it with light, water and all elements to make my world where my Queen can come back, my dreams restart and the demons disappear at last.

I can't take it no more; I'm tired of being victimized,
I want to disappear because I'm fed up of life and being criticize.
Every day I memorize the strategies for the way to end my life.

Suicide?!

I'm exhausted of trying, fighting, loving and be loyal to so much people.
Because as beautiful a smile and as loving the words, they'll prove to be evil.
Or just has evil intentions, but who's inventions, should have been my prevention.

Suicide?!

Maybe, maybe not... yet
Sit inside wondering how to not fret and let go of regret.
Yet, I'm in the world where bullies don't care and I'm their little pet.
Well kept, and their lives all set, well **** life and how's death.

Suicide?!

Yup it's my time, time to go,... Bye...You won't care anyways.
While God gets less every minute the devil, get six times the amount every day.
Then they say, then they sit, then they hang, drown, cut their throat or slit their wrist.
Knowing they just took the risk, where they would no longer exist,
But what the hell, of course that's where they're going, a statement in head,
At least there are no pain, no bullies, no cheaters, no wrong doers when your dead.

Suicide yup already did!!

I don't know if I'm lost, or available at any cost.
But I don't know what to do.
Yes it's about her, yip the girl that tells her "LOVE ME."

What should I do?
As she lets go of one thing, she feels the need to hold on to another.
Bad toy stay for the entire family, then it's like hey brother.
It's as I speak in vain or she's just on her own beat.
Miss lead, books deed, my heart she continues to stab and ill treat.

Then I sit thinking like yeah, maybe she understands me at times.
Then here she goes again in pity, so stupid she hides.
Telling lies, by not speaking the truth,
And making decisions by herself hurting me, like one hand can't play a flute.
What should I do?

To be honest, I'm getting tired of it.
To be very honest, I'm trying to hard for her.
To be very ******* honest, I do all I can for her.
But say what. God is in control of our relationship now.

So I'm going to do me and let her figure out her and LET IT BE!!
If she can't stay focus on anything I say how she can stay focused on me,
Yup like every pain I take.

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.

Please! Be honest, comes on state your difference,
Are you the type to say, I'm different or I'm a different person?
In your eyes, are you the man who doesn't beat but cheats,?
Or don't cheat but beats, or maybe beats and cheats.
Or
Say you don't do both but at night you hide under with your phone with another person on the line.
Below the sheets.
I don't know you tell me and be honest.

What you have to hide, all those locks and not even me can't get the keys,
I'm not the type to snoop around but I'll know in time to come.
Like where those gifts, those stuff, and that hickey came from.
Oh yes, I saw it, oh ****, your reply, then you cry like the ****!!
You have the ******* hickey not me why u crying.
I know why, because you got caught cheap, and you're guilty and got none to say.

Stand up, open your eyes and stop fooling yourselves.
You hide your guilt when you do guilty ****.
But cry your ******* faces off when you fall in your own pit.
Yes!! The pit, of shame, disgust and regret,
Because it's like you often don't give a **** or.
Just liberally forget.
And you loose your mind, sit day and night and you fret,
But before you played innocent and did your **** behind my back.
Well, I'm here crying, but you don't care.
You ****** out your hole, hope you enjoyed your snack.

Look at yourself, you dumb, stupid or foolish.
Or deep inside you ******* mixed with all.
You rather a few moments of pleasure.
To throw away a life time of true love for
Some one thats all.
You're crazy, not focused and mentally ****** up,
To refuse a life with a worthwhile person,
Just to get you hormones topped up.
But say what that's your cut.

And you said you loved him or her, you'll never leave.
You're loyal, you're honest and all the above.
Then shove those words below the rug and forgot about love.
For what, he was charming and nice, she said.
Or she was wild and understanding, he said,
For a few minutes, hours maybe to lay in bed,
Get freaky, spread those legs and then go back to the ones you claim to Love?!

With thoughts in your head??
Thinking your wrong, your weak, no your dead.
Well, if you had the ******* willingness to
Go!!!
Smile, laugh and enjoy yourself knowing your boyfriend or girlfriend at home
Lonely as **** and with love in their hearts and missing you well instead.
Don't bother explaining, it's never a mistake but a choice and to me you look like you were well fed.
You're not different you're just as well as the Same!!


Now sit in shame and blame your games.
Sit and make yourself a better you.
And when you change hope karma, don't ******* in the ***.
And you get *******.

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'm tired of writing poems.
Because there are mainly about my pains,
No joy,
No fun,
No laughter,
Yup, no happiness again
Hmmm
But yet still I have her by my side or is she,
Well, she said she was.
Not spending time with me no more,
Not going out with me for sure,
And I can't do certain **** no more.
But say wah.
Hmmm
I'm tired of writing poems.
Because there are mainly about my pains.

Days passed and days to come, these days.
Who do we hail give thanks and who do we praise?
Who's God, who's men's God, what are we evolving into.
Lack of trust, lack of loyalty, lack of faithfulness.
Only in these days.

My poems are my journal, my pain, my grieve, my misunderstanding and understanding.
My ups and my downs, the smart of me and the part that acts the clown.
Also about the pain of others and poems that I wrote for the girl I loved.
I have bad dreams about her, like will she leave again, or will she die, sometimes I dream that she doesn't love me and she just playing with me, sometimes I dream she's not as I see her and that she has a lot hidden.
In my dreams where I cry all night, that's my prison. And I can't control them, these dreams they just fill my head and tears overwhelms my eyes.
And I try.
I fight until I can control it.
And I held her like never before, because I'm afraid of loosing her. I'm afraid she just looses feelings for me and tells me goodbye again.

These days, **** these days, where men know what they want.
So they prey on the innocent and victimize the weak.
And they find themselves in peoples business and look for what they seek.
To take away something that someone mostly cherishes for themselves to keep.
Then they abuse it and we cry, because we never had that planned in mind.
In these days where gay people walk our streets so free.
And Straight people now criticize and fight for them.
So funny,
So now a gay man has the right to fight for his abomination in courts.
When before it was legislated God gave them the bible to judge uprightly.

But in these days we are no longer sure if the bible is even true.
Because history taught us that the capture the black man in Jesus' name, and enslaved them in Jesus' name, and beat them, worked them without pay in Jesus' name, then when the black men revolt, they we're haunted, punished, some killed, and their women ***** in Jesus' name.
Well, I say to you that I don't believe in this man they call Jesus at all.

In these days, where blood spill, and the government doesn't care,
So they implement more laws to keep us under fear.
To tear us apart as one and for us to forget our ancestors and their culture. Diverting the truth and perverting the minds of the young ones,
And their forces like the Police is apart of their dark truth.
And they pick their forbidden fruit.
And give it to the innocent man and set them off the route.

These days, where people make friends just to benefit for themselves,
And some people are so foolish they accept these devils in their life.
Who may have either bought themselves into their lives,
And they keep buying and buying until they get what they want.
To destroy them and leaving them in destress,
In pain, in regret and in a mess.
But no man shall get cursed once God have blessed.

These days, good people face abuse and hurt.
Like the boy wearing the skirt and the girl wearing the shirt.
We put out all, and in everything we do it with love, we care, we fight hard until we can't fight no more,
We love so deep that I connect us within, we forgive and remember but yet we forgive and forget.
We are taken advantage, abused, hurt, cheated on, lied to, laughed at and most of us are sometimes killed for what??
Being good, trying to be different,
Trying to be God made and heaven sent.
And somehow we find it in our hearts to give another chance,
What would you do if you got a second chance with anything?
I know everyone will be, act and talk different.
You would embrace that second chance like it's your last.
You avoided mistakes and avoided all the **** in the past and not run straight back to it.
Because you were given, a second chance, why make the same mistake twice.

We suffer, we work hard for everything we do, we give even when we know that's all we have.
But when we need no one, is there, yup no one, not one single ******* person in these days.

SPEAK UP.

Shout if you have to.
No abuse is accepted to me or to you,
And we are all strong so don't take abuse and be silent,
Break the silence and put a stop to violence.

SPEAK UP.

Say it out loud.
Because when they abuse you, after they act like the innocent and proud.
With no remorse and no mercy in their hearts,
So expose them and put them to part.

SPEAK UP.

Don't sit and accept it,
Remember abuse won't stop unless you stop it.
Be brave, be strong and bold,
They abuse you and tell you do as you're told.
So destroy their fun and make them be scolded.

SPEAK UP.

Why do you keep quiet?
Because he or she provides for you,
And get you things and tell you, you don't have to.
Well guess what; NO MAN is great as GOD,
And God provides in times of need, men are just frauds.

SPEAK UP.

**** the silence, make it burn and suffer,
Make the oppressor oppress no more make them pay the price,
They abuse with smiles and enjoy it with vice.
So end their mark before someone else falls in their trap like mice.

SPEAK UP.

Please, remember you have a future!!
Remember that others out there will help keep you safe,
Remember that when abuse is done with you,
There others in your home who'll soon stand in your shoe.
And if not in your home then some where in this world, there's a ****** shirt,
Either a little boy or girl will grow up with so much pain and hurt.

SO SPEAK UP.

Break the silence and break the violence,
Break the wicked hearts of men and break their streak,
Break them by the simple words from your mouth, yes make them weak.

SPEAK UP.
Speak up against all domestic abuse and violence, break the pain the emotional and physical hurt and the silence.

Some feel that they can cope with abuse, to protect others or their siblings, to keep the oppressor with them because he or she provides, God will provide always

SO SPEAK UP and BREAK THE VIOLENCE!!
SPEAK UP and MADE HEARD THE SILENCE!!

No mother, no father and the only sibling left,
Because his family was wiped out by a horse man named death.
Young child cried for days, weeks, months and almost a year,
Death took his love and left his heart with a tare.

He can't go home, and he has no where to go,
And no one cares for him and no love they'd show.
So he ran far in the bushes and to the river where his mother used to wash,
Alone, I'm cold and afraid of what he may touch.

He sits all night and look at the stars and he say,
That he never wish that he was with his family some way.
And he became so quiet and he moved less every day.
Until he became like a rock, no motion, no look and no interest in play.

Child by the river, poor child by the river, they would tease each day,
When the other children go to swim, dance and play.
But they didn't stay for long because they were afraid of how he sit and stare,
But little did they know, his soul was no longer there.

Months and years past and the children did this repeatedly,
Until the child by the river disappeared suddenly.
So the children were afraid that he hid some where,
Waiting finally to get back at them with a scare.

But later on the news that was shown that day,
They all learned about the child by the river and that he had decay.
No more child but the river where the waters flow,
The children no longer go there, so many wild bushes grow.
And the elders go to wash sometimes and hear his voice so sad and light,
That keeps the village at ease especially in the middle of the night.