It touches the leaves and the fruits in every tree,
It keeps every living thing alive and let them be.
Touch the souls of men, granting grace to every type,
God made the wind blow to touch the world and give the breath of life.

Why the winds blow, why do hail snow,
No matter what men try to do to the wind, they can't ever make it slow.
Its an element, one of the strongest of them all,
Whether the earth stays steady, the fire burns bright or the waters stand tall.

We need it to survive. We exhale to revive,
And without the breath of life no man could survive,
And if that day comes when the lord will vacuum the earth,
The wind will blow no more and there'll be no more life or rebirth.

Why the winds blow, I believe to show us the way,
The way to look, the way to think and the way to pray.
Like the sun that rises from the east from hence his throne,
The winds blow even when one dies to guide him or her home.

They represent rebirth and life,
They are strong yet weak, within themselves.
They know what they are for,
And will fight for truth and righteousness, that's assured.
And even if they fall somewhere along the way,
God will answer their cries from the depts they pray.
Because they were first, before man and now after,
And the world became so cold and misleads, that woman where drawn to disaster.
Yet some women stood tall and proud because they knew their worth,
And they were victorious and they were never hurt.
A woman is a man's key of life,
Most men find the perfect one and make them their wife.
While some women defile themselves and fall asleep in sin,
Other sorts to righteousness and seeks wisdom from deep within.
Fornication and folly most women indulge in today,
Selling their bodies and it's all I can do is what they would say.
They no longer wait on man to make their move,
The women of today are deciding to jump into the groove.
They seek the defilement of the flesh more than ever,
*** is now like a game to some which isn't all that clever.
But that's them, because most men are the same,
So really it makes no sense pointing out women's shame.
A woman who listens to her man's instructions is good,
And she listens willingly and with her heart as she should.
She obeys the right things he says for her to do,
And as the same he will do it in return too.
So blessed is the man who haveth his own,
His own mind, his own place and his own woman.
And blessed is the woman who cherishes that good man,
And forever love him, care for him and holds his hands.
A woman is representing rebirth and life,
And I hope I have found the right girl, to make her a woman and become my wife.

It's a rainy day,
Many games to play,
While some are outside,
It's inside I crave.
And I hope you know what inside I mean,
The inside that's clean,
Always wet and warm waiting for me to slip in.
It's like warm seas, just needing to take a dip,
While the rest of the body works, and tongue kissing no lips.
I'm so cold, I just want to cuddle and be held,
With a grip from her waist tighten hips,
Bodies so warm so we twist and turn,
And our hearts race and neck burns.
No sound but the rain drops,
That bounce off many roof tops,
And that bonce back,
With my hands around her back like back straps.
Craving is a joke,
And I ain't talking about some drinks and smoke,
But like that lay down, lay back and that neck choke.
*******,
Or even inside her, where its warm like in snow coats.
It's the feeling all about now. I can't stop thinking,
About tongue kissing, breast squeezing and her back sinking.
Straight shots and I don't mean drinking,
Like one foot short and long and I ain't talking about limping.
Only that moan hearing, *** clapping and **** stroking.
It's a rainy day,
So what you expect,
Only play fighting, rain bathing or even football playing,
Well what about *** gaining, back straining and our bodies paining,
When we're done and *** dripping like taps flowing.
It's just me craving.
And if we can't do all of that well we could still hug,
And bite each other like bed bugs,
And I'll still kiss you and squeeze your *******,
Although that's the most we might get to do but it's still love.
I'm just missing you, missing holding, hugging and kissing you.
But don't worry, I'll get over it,
Then maybe take a ****,
Thinking about you mostly then remember about this poem and say it's lit.
Then I'll lay in bed while the rain falls,
Because I'm too cold to go outside.
Then I'll knock out and dream about it all.

Deeply unmatched inside than the outer ring,
I see beauty and the beast beneath my skin.
A soft and tender heart most people take and throw away,
I still give my heart again openly, but no one really cares about its part to play.

Unidentified and regularly unseen,
I have a heart of a king but always ill treated by a queen.
Maybe because I have no familiarity with love or what it is,
Or maybe I know love and just can't tell what it is.

Am I nice to you? Am I beautiful to you?
Am I worth anything at all or am I just a clue?
And if I would where be you say it shows the most,
Maybe the inside, but not the spirit's host.

I'm Ugly I know, don't have to say it, it shows,
Every one laughs behind my back, and when my eyes are closed.
Sometimes I sit and sulk, or just cry it out,
I hear them say "he's ugly" with their eyes, and they don't have to say or shout.

Rejection is different, that's what my mother said,
And I know I'll always stay the same and it's posted in my head.
But I no longer feel to cry or sit alone and frown,
I know I'm ugly, and I have always accepted it but it won't keep me down.

So I'll love myself more than anyone would say they do,
And I'll love the ones who love me for true.
It's not how you look on the outside anymore,
Because I know my mind and soul is clean and my heart is pure.

Too little too late to cry,
When someone met their faith and unfortunately dies,
And lays in their study, why tears drip from your eyes.
And a gush feeling like of guilt runs down your thigh.
What's the cost of this now, when you had all the time to spare,
When you had the chance to enjoy good times when that person was still here.
Instead, you wait for him or her to fall,
Then shed a tear and lie about your all.

Too little too late to cry,
All your hard work was in vain,
You're not mad, not stupid but fully sain,
And yet still you have to walk through more pain.
You waste your time studying what has no gain,
And doing works that leaves no stain.
But you cry when you drop and fail,
Don't cry, because you can try again.
With what cost, and why were you blind,
You have been so far in front, now you're so far behind.
You waste your time at school, while you played the fool,
Now when hard life hits you, you choose to sit on the stool.
And that's your fault, not his, hers or mine,
You ****** up so now you have to do your time.

Too little too late to cry,
You were a player so you left her cold,
Cheated, abused, mocked and scold.
Because you had her, but you weren't told,
That she would get fed up and leave your only fold.
And you cry when she chooses to walks away,
When she says I'm done and I can no longer play.
Now poor you is left alone, so mentally unstable,
But she couldn't take it anymore, because you brought pain to the table.
And you begin to realize how much you loved her when she's gone,
Still too late, so either fight for her or just move on.

Too little too late to cry,
When you listen to the voices around you and not the one in your head,
They're telling you to let go but you say you won't until you're dead.
Well, that's what you say at least to yourself,
Leaving no other possibilities on your shelf.
You believe if you love her then you won't let go,
And you would be strong and take things slow.
Some of the few choose to separate,
Because of what the voices around them place on the plate.
And poor you later on in life meets her again,
When she's worthwhile and has prosperity and gain.
Seeing her with someone else makes you sad,
And then these voices start laughing at you, and you get mad.
But too little too late to cry, you time has passed and your chances are gone,
Because of everything you ever hold back on.

Don't sleep at night believing everything is alright,
There are vampires lurking, for when the time is right.
Don't fight or catch cold sweat and fright,
Just keep guard and be aware of those you choose to delight.

And be careful, because they come out at day,
Say Hi in your face then behind your back they'll prey.
They can be a friend, family or even a stranger,
Just be acquitted and vigilant because they bring danger.

They thirst for blood and your energy they seek,
They prey on the rich and strong and even on the poor and weak.
They have no mercy they just want what interest them,
They don't want to see anyone with a positive system.

Walk with your garlic and you short spears,
Use it and don't be afraid when they get near.
Be humble and wise but also ruthless and bold,
And stab for the heart and make them shiver up and cold.

If you don't, well then prepare your grave,
And let them take your soul and become their slave.
Just remember whose name to shout out and call,
God can curse man because God blessed all.

If I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.

If I fail, I might just stop and stop thinking,
Staring at the sky, with tears in my eyes and just blinking.
Imagining what went wrong and how can it be reversed,
Or is this it and I'm done for, left to suffer and cursed.

If I fail will they abandon me and go away,
Will they seek interest in someone or something else so to say.
Or would they bare my pain and be by my side through it all,
And comfort me whether the sun shines or the rain falls.

If I fail, what can I possibly do next,
I won't bother to talk or bother to act, and I'll just look hexed.
Pleasure and fun would no longer be in my mind,
Nor listening to music, or talking to friends in my free time.

If I fail, what sense does it make,
Was it to help find out who's real and who's fake.
But it won't matter, because when I get up I know,
To stay close to those who came to give their love and their support really show.

If I fail, everyone will lose faith in me,
Well besides God and the ones who claim that their hands are free.
But I'll remember the starting of it all and the vision I had,
When I was little and lacked knowledge as a lad.

If I fail, I fail for a reason,
Because every fruit grows and falls off its tree in every due season.
So I will get up and try harder with faith,
Because no man can help me, and only God is great.

If I fail, I will gain wisdom, knowledge and understanding,
Of what it takes to stay afloat and stay standing.
I'll know who's for me and stay true to them always,
And I'll do anything in life to ensure they are lifted and praised.

So if I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.
But that prodigal son did learn and returned to his nest,
And was accepted by the ones who supported and had faith in him even when he disobeyed and left them in distress.

Since I was little, all I did was sit, stay quiet and observe.
Because I didn't get the attention that I deserved.
So I focus on making me different and watch the mistakes of others,
And learning that people contradict themselves, even between brothers.

So I'll sit, and I'll listen to everything you say,
The first time I meet you, tomorrow and like I did today.
And I'll pick out the things that make up your character,
Waiting to see if you'll fail yourself sometime later.

To be honest, I love to sit and observe,
Eventually, I get to pick out the real from the fake, the sheep from the goats and the separate all the birds.
To fully understand who is who and what who is for,
But most times who isn't always who and ain't what who's for.

Then I'll smile and laugh deep inside,
I'll smile on the outside as well, but the laughing I hide.
Because we all do wrong at a point in time so we can't lie,
But it's the ones that stand up and come clean, are the ones recognized and not the ones who just sit by.

Like the miscreants who sit with me and say I hate those type of people,
Then next thing you know they are those types of people.
Or the deceitful who sit and with me and fake smile,
But I know that even my shadow won't stay with me at all time.

So I'll keep sitting and observing a lot of people,
Even the ones who say they are good but tend to do evil.
I know I'll stay true to myself and my bae,
But I'll remember the things she said and did the first day we met up to today.

I'll observe even my family, as holy they may try to appear,
And laugh like Lucifer will do, when all there holiness disappears.
I realize that they contradict themselves, even I do,
That's why I stay quiet, and change myself before I find their clues.

And I'll look at the people who make foolish mistakes,
And I'll remember not to make them, no matter what it takes.
Because everything we do and say is being recorded in the Book of life,
So what I sit and observe will be my comprehension of people and their types.

OFTEN WE awake from slumber and don't give praise,
Nor say a prayer for being granted mercy and being raised.
Yet some of us just lay on our beds and gaze,
Because we're tire and it's another sleepy day.
But what about those who die in their sleep,
Leaving behind family, friends and even the cool places still to meet.
They DON'T enjoy the pleasure of resting no longer,
So for those who can just say thank God you're alive a day longer.
Sleepy days would never disappear,
But you will so better be aware.
This poem wasn't to tell you to PRAY when you go to sleep OR awake,
It was to tell you that even the gift of sleeping and resting is to APPRECIATE.
WHAT would you do if you don't awake,
GOD can't help you, and you can't pray in faith.
What you CAN DO is prevent this by living right,
So sleep FOR tomorrow and pray, and God will protect US.

Often we don't pray or appreciate what God can do for us.

Dripping wet, like the rain fell,
Hearing her sweet moans, ringing my ear bells.
Kisses long and kisses tongue,
She lick my lips and then worked her way down.
Going deep, it tickles when it touches her teeth,
Me going in her throat, and she's not on her feet.

Back and forth, she won't stop or cut time short,
She wants all to because its sweet and if I ***, she wants all to eat.
Licking the tip, her tongue work makes me grip,
And at times I hold her head, so her guidance is well lead,
Stroking ib all makes her smile so I know she was well fed.

Then why sit, so we stand with hands in hands,
Hands crawling up her sides, touching and squeezing her breast,
Her left hand on my **** and the next hand on my chest.
So passionate and slow, I couldn't feel my toes,
Until she was done eating her snack and it was time to go.

Not going nowhere, but dowb in her dress.
So my hands slip from her breast down where it's wet,
Fingers down and deep inside what's mine, so warm and hot.
Kissing her and touching her ****, I thought that's the furthest we would have got.

But quess what's next, after all teasing and hex,
******* drop and she start begging for ***,
No hurry but with ease, a connection with my sides and her knees.
When I lift her in the air, she said daddy **** me please.

Enter with caution, and taking it out slow,
Then an intense feeling suddenly began to flow,
First from ease then speed and pace as soon as we know,
Cumed once then she was down, *** all over even on the ground.
So a little wipe off then I turned her around.

Now she's short, so I had to stoop a bit,
But it never stop me from going deep in it.
Stroking from the back, and seeing her face expressions.
She looked so cute everytime it went in, it's like intermission.

It took a while, ****** her good, but more time would have made her smiled,
*** all on her clothes and some dripped on the tile.
Dripping wet like the running pipe.
Taking my last strokes, real wet and warm no joke.
Freaky looks staring at each other, without a note,
With smiles on our faces and no words were spoke.

I wish we had more time, just to kiss abd grind,
But it was time to go, leaving all that teasing and memory behind,
Can't wait for next time and I hope it's a longer time,
So more can happen and so I can see her climb.

I'm always the first,
Always left to think and deals with **** headfirst.
It's like I'm cursed,
And I need to be dealt with and nursed.
I try sometimes to keep immersed,
Into everything peaceful, but I always reverse,
Onto old thoughts with a negative thirst.
But I get out of it when I think of her and our good times I rehearse,
Or I over think and remember she hurting, so my happiness emerge.
So I pray to God for guidance and her protection,
Then I cool down and I relax from all frustration.
But it repeats and that what's make me the worst,
Because I'm always the first,
Always left to think and deals with **** headfirst.
It's like I'm cursed,
And I need to be dealt with and nursed.
I try sometimes to keep immersed,
Into everything peaceful, but I always reverse,
Onto old thoughts with a negative thirst.
But I get out of it when I think of her and our good times I rehearse,
Or I over think and remember she hurting, so my happiness emerge.
So I pray to God for guidance and her protection,
Then I cool down and I relax from all frustration.
And maybe I'll be good for a few days or weeks,
Then in God I pray and her love and care I seeks.

Bad secrets isn't good to keep, bad innovations isn't good to seek. Speak out loud with a loud voice and not with a soft voice, to change what has happened to you is not a possibility but maybe still your choice. Man's hearts are like stone in these days, don't care for themselves, so how would they for you. I thank God for giving me a soft and kind heart. Although rage, anger and pain is deep in it path. Hurt me not, hurt me not, stop and leave me alone. Stop causing harm to me and settle your soul. Stop committing your acts and abusing one's rights, stop intruding and destroying one's life. Where would you go if his bright light was to shine on you, exposing every ***** thing you ever said, thought and still do. It's so surprising that some men really don't care, their size, their age and their relationship,
It's like they don't fear.
What goes through a man's mind when he sits desperate for a prey, with evil thoughts in his head, I wonder what desperate things he say.
With no respect for himself, or the people he victimize. Forgetting that God don't sleep and never blinks his eyes, nor see and leave his children on the way side. But that time will come when all truth will come forth. And all his darkest words and deepest thoughts. And they will get put to shame, no longer would they play this game, of distress, self pleasure and ******* pain. And the one's he victimize will no longer feel the strain, or won't be afraid to step in the light again. And they will be brave enough to look him in the face, and say to him "You won't ever hurt me again".
A child's life is important and more important than anything else in this world, so truth be told protect your children and don't grow them knowing abuse, pain and scold. Because a child's pray is a blessing that would destroy all evil. Humble thyself like a child, hurt them no more but protect and be meek and feeble.

Nothing you say or do will frighten me,
I'm wise and I think independently.
If I'm a punk and a baby to you,
Then there's surely not one thing you can do.
Because my head is on my shoulders real firm,
And what I say I'm not going to do is what I'm not going to stir.

I'm different and I now truely realize,
That no one ever was able to make me act outside the lines.
No one was successful in making me do what they do,
Smoke what they smoke, drink what they drink, I never stepped in their shoe.

I always said no, and was never afraid to say it,
And they all called me names, like old records they continuously played it.
Forgetting that I'm mentally strong and no one can play with my mind,
Not those who tried and not even those next in line.

I may be different but I bleed the same red,
But at least I'm honest to myself, and always until I'm dead.
So the real ******* are the ones who try to fit in,
And chastise themselves onto sin.

I love the way I don't do what they do,
And I'm always smiling no matter who they slue.
I'm different with my head up high,
But they are different with intoxication and their red stains in their eyes.

Nothing you say or do will frighten me,
I'm wise and I think independently.
If I'm a punk and a baby to you,
Then there's surely not one thing you can do.
Because my head is on my shoulders real firm,
And what I say I'm not going to do is what I'm not going to stir.

Kiss me now and kiss me slow,
Kiss me let it hide or show.  
Kiss me until I can't feel my toes.
Until my breath runs from my lungs,
Kiss me tender, let me feel your tongue.
Kiss me until I can't see my path,
Kiss me so I can't feel my heart.
Don't stop, don't panic, don't faint,
Kiss me freaky because you ain't no saint.
Remember that if I kiss you long,
I won't want to stop unless I taste you tongue.

Distance yourself from me and leave me to be.
Your provocations stems a brief distraction.
Lamenting my focus and desorcrating my righteous plea.
Breaking me into pieces like many fractions.

Distance yourself from this world,
Or stand with evil and let evil live in you.
The more your false proverbs are preached, the more the truth turns.
Far from yunder, Olorun gave us wisdom so good and true.

Distance yourself from fraud and false Gods.
And their doctrines that are false thought.
Or be like fools that take from strangers and accept what's false bought,
Or be less curious, neglect and rebel against whats false fought.

Distance yourself from petty things.
Petty people, petty conversations and petty sins.
Pluck out all your black feathers from your white wings,
So your light will shine when you fly, and the world will recognize your bright stings.

Distance yourself from me bad mind people.
Do you think your actions and words are making me feble.
Or do you think your stare horrifies me and make me tremble.
Never at all my heart and mind are bounded with good and my body is Olorun's temple.

I want to hide, I want to run, I want fly far above the mysterious skies. No longer on the ground where I can slip nor slid, but in my zone where there's no rules, limits, truths or lies.
Maybe because I'm fed up of it all, I mean seriously, what's the point, what's the purpose.
And are we sure what's insured, is insured for us, maybe, maybe not.
For what, for who and who for what,
You won't understand because life is all mixed up. Taking orders giving complains, what's the deal if we feel pain and there's no ease for the strain. Not even a gain.

But we will find out soon enough, because we have been lied to enough, stressed out enough and dismissed enough.
But stay still, I understood when I was little, stay humble, meek and mild like a lamb, the Holy one's child.
I am, that's the worst part, rapidly and revengefully breaking my heart, stirring its path of a diluted failure in any shade of dark.
So where do I start, where do we part, why am I alive so long if sin is in my heart. If deception and lies is all there is to take part. Stranded in this fertile crescent world where anything can fall asleep and apart.

But I'm strong and I'll get stronger. By the second, by the minute, by the hour, by the days to weeks, months and years to meet.
You'll see me standing with my hands empty but my heart will be full and I'll be on my feet.
Passing by and through every corner and every street, telling the false people who serve false Gods that there is something much sweet.
So sweet, you won't stop licking your lips and ******* your teeth. However, where would you go, I bet you would want to repeat the deal you'll make to set thing straight, fulfill what's supposed to and conceal your faith to achieve the goals you set and get what's great.

I want to go far away, lead far from but not far astray, to slay the demons in my head and lock them far away.

Que estoy diciendo,
¿Dónde está mi fe,
Porque estoy jugando
¿Cuál es el propósito de jugar.
Desearía haber hablado español,
Pero estoy atascado tratando de entenderlo.
O tal vez aprender francés,
Es un hermoso y romántico acento.
Traducir, ¿por qué traducimos?
Para transferir el significado de otro idioma.
Así que traduce este poema.

In the paradox of the beginning of time,
God gave Grace green grass.
To fertillize the world and let it grow and shine,
To spread this green fern around the world at last.
Weighing the balance between Heaven and earth,
Green grass for the world as a new birth.

To stir up a feeling for the children to enjoy.
A soft, but yet sharp small short and silky touch,
Hate chose to plant his seed as vanity the world's toy.
But God gave Grace seeds to plant in the springs, and so she planted as much.

Now the generations of Hatred flourished and bloom,
And the descendants of Grace where few.
Because Hate ate the seeds of Grace with their greedy spoons
So Grace had not many gifts for the world, parables so true.

Also as Grace, Hate had gifts to show,  
Hate's gifts were many so they hid it in the dirt without water.
Grace's gifts where one, but with drips of love their seed began to grow.

Grace seed raised above the earth and everywhere even in the seas,
Covering Hate's mistakes and displeasing iniquities.
Leaving Hate below the ground to tempt and grow torns.
With no other actions but to stay small in size.

In modern times hate torns pierce the feet of many men,
Causing them to fall in folly and contempt.
But Gods plan is not done yet and Hate time isn't past,
Because of faith God gave Grace green grass.

Every touch, every smile, every scene,
It's like a chained chemical reaction flowing through my bloodstream.
When we talk, we laugh and sometimes we don't have anything to say,
We just stay silent and smile at each other as long as we may stay.
Sometimes I'm melancholy and never wants to speak,
Or sometimes fed up and all I wish is to fall in a deep sleep.
But to be honest all I want is to have her next to me and hopes she never leaves,
To be her helping hand forever and ever and for more forevers there can be.

Pain is not what I give and not what I seak,
But a loyal companion who will stand for me even when I'm weak.
Who'll understand what I say and not judge the words I speak,
And walk with me on the narrow roads and on the bumpy streets.
And I'll do exactly the same for her as she may do for me.
And when she's silent I can tell she's not happy,
So I'll always hold her, hug her and spoil her with all my attention and love.
I'll be over annoying and keep asking if she's ok just to see her smile,
I'll help **** her pain and wipe her tears off her cheeks.

To lament any fragmentation that needs elimination,
So I give my heart to her again praying I'm not left in desolation.
Because I don't think I can deal with that devastation.
I never felt this way about anyone else,
And I hope It's not only myself.
I may not have much to give so I'll give myself fully,
And hope for the best that she may do the same to me.
Love is to live and sometimes to live is evil,
But it's how we spend our days we have.
So I no longer care what they say and I'm no longer studying people,
Because I love you Celene, and I hope you can accept that I'm no fashion but I'm simple.

My mind has a wicked plan,
To destroy all in sight in result of a desolate land.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To **** peoples feelings and forbid them to stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A plan to die and never understand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To separate myself from everyone and don't give a ****.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Today I want you to live but tomorrow die please, and go back to the sand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Like why I have siblings, why can't they disappear and go back to where they came from.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A seldom echo that makes me want to run.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Slit the wrist, and burst my life bands.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Sometimes I want my mom around, most times It's her I can't stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To set a trap to catch any wicked man.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Maybe for the best or just for ******* fun.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Running away from home to my happy clan.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Demonstrate my dislike, still shows love dislikes any evil fan.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Don't care for tomorrow so live for today, or ******* and go far away.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I will fight for what I want even if I'm the only person loving my decision.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I won't let it be a tool of my own destruction.

I'm fed up of living, and tired of sinning.
I'm just kidding, or I'm just killing, myself!
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to die.
I feel to fall, I start to weep because I want to cry.
****! I can't take it no more, can't stand life no more,
I want to walk in sea and leave my last words on the shore.

I remember I wanted to be successful,
I'm well mannered, I'm not disrespectful.
I fight for what I want but now I don't know,
What to fight for any more.
Why am I writing this ******* poem anyways,
Maybe because all I want is to be heard and understood.
In this life I feel like everyone around me,
Just surrounds me to benefit from me, especially
My family.

Telling me how to speak, how to walk, how to see.
How to look, how to run and who to love.
**** this ****! I fed up and yet still I'm still here.
Sometimes we have to make sacrifices and let things go,
But sometimes we have to make sacrifices to keep things close.
To keep things near to your heart.
Things that make you focus, listen, observe, understand, eat, sleep and even love to be happy.
But life is **** so to karma, these stuff's ******.

I don't know what to do any more.
Because even if I leave my last words on the sea shore,
I'm not sure that anyone would see sure,
That my words are so sure.
I'm always told to study tomorrow and to prepare for the rainy days,
But I'm alive now and to day of all days,
I'm not sure of tomorrow or even tonight,
So I am going to make my decisions now.

I going to live today for today and live for tomorrow when I reach tomorrow.
I'm going to love today for today and accept the ones who are with me now,
And if I loose these things if there's a future for me, then I'll learn I was wrong.
But atleast I'll learn for myself, I'll cry by myself, I'll understand for myself,
And I'll get up and start over, with no regrets but lessons for myself.
So **** this ****.

Oh no, it can't be true, is it rage?
Underneath docile reflections,
Inside wombs, a baby's cage.
Lifted high, bound by blood and sin,
Everyday, a new day to flip the page.

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

Keep me lock in, but keep him posted,
Who's him, the other me that's never on stage.
The legions that speaks in my ear, always screaming,
I'm caged, I'm caged.

What's every man's greatest fear, is it death, is it, love, is it demons or is it angels or the coming of Christ. Is it girls or are they shy to speak to others, what are their nightmares and qho or what do they see. In this dream are they in control, are they possessed by an uncontrollable desire or being. What is men daily and nightmare and what or whom they go to, to assist with over coming it. Is it the dark, I remember being afraid of the dark and the voices that penetrates the shadows that look at me. But then I searched myself a little further and I realised that my greatest fear and nightmare is to fail. It's not a natural fear everyone will have or will expect to encounter in life. Because there are a lot of people that helped me reach where I am and are still willing to lend a helping hand to assist in my fight to success. I thank God for them and I appreciate it every day that I rise in the day and rest in the night. My fear is to fail, not only me but failing those who helped me reach where I am today. I am willing to learn for my earnings and I will never appreciate myself if I become my father. I will not allow this to happen.

I don't understand. Who am I? What am I? Am I alive or not or am I a dream. Am I an aspiration or a thought or a thing that I myself can't explain or explore. I don't understand what I was made for, who was I made for or what I was made to do. Sometimes I think, what's real from fake, what's right from wrong. I never understand whether what I'm doing is right or wrong, I am different from the others, I talk different, I look different, I act different, I behave and think different from all others and I believe that I am different from the rest for a reason. Sometimes I think about me and others canally. What are we, are we toys, are we a game, are we so kind of lab rat or a test to see what is to be change for the other set to come. Why were we 'Humans' created, for what purpose, to be who, to be what, to do what, are we all I a vision are we all an illusion are we all a prop for God's play or 'plan'. I don't understand. Why did he made us, was he lonely, and is he still lonely. Is he afraid of being alone, is he bored of being alone, or is he alone? Do he have anyone out there like him, is there any one like him that lerks out there. Who is he? Is he God, who is God, what is God,.... Where is God? Is he too mighty to talk to us, is he too good to walk with us, is he too holy to coexist with us, or is he too high to get our level. Is it because he made us, and feels that we should be in sin, why do we have sin, didn't he made us with sin. Because he knew we were going to sin, he knew when, he knew how, and he knew when and why and what time of the day. Or do he? Does he really know, does he really see all, does he love all. What do he loves, what is love is it real or just a ******* of a lie to be or to feel something that's not true. I believe and yet I don't believe. Because I see too much that came to past that made me think about my existence and why I was made. Do we have to believe, do we have to obey, do we have to love, or do we have to live. Do we have to do right or are destine to do wrong. Do we have to choose or what to choose. I don't need a vision, I don't need a test, I don't need a sign to believe. But I believe that I need a reason and a purpose and understanding ot belive. I find its no fare to be faithful and loyal and honest and respectful and obedient, for what, for who and why? I want to choose, I want to understand, I want to believe, I want to be me, but I don't know who's me. He said to fear him and love and serve home in spirit and in truth. I get so afraid that my heart literally beats faster every time I think about what might happen if I don't pray for the day, and when I sleep, and when I eat and what might happen if I don't pray for the things I have. I feel afraid every day and night and I can't take it any more. Is this the fear that he means is this the love that he means is this the faith he want us to have, to live in a fear of our lives just because he created us. Then they say that we don't have the right to answer or question him. But don't we have a voice and a choice to make, then why we can't speak to him or why wont he speak to us. Is he afraid to be wrong is he afraid to appear as false and a liar. If he is all mighty and powerful then why did he let sin live and why does he still let it. Why don't he destroy is all and enjoy the company of the one he created a little higher than us, why don't he live in peace and harmony with his watchers. Does he feel that lucifer will laugh at him for breaking his promise to man, or being weak, or being stressed out and unsatisfied of what man have become. If not why don't destroy us all, be mighty, be powerful, be the lords of lords and the kings of kings. Because I see no difference between you and your forbidden son or fruit. He is trying to prove man and you are trying to prove man, he's interested in the many he can take and you are happy with the many you get. The only difference is that you can live forever with out us but he can't live at all without you. He knows he going to die and he doesn't care. So why should we. Aren't we like him sinful and want to be like you so we creat our own religion and sect. Aren't we like him in a way that all we want is to be free and all powerful like you and live in peace and harmony. Or are you afraid if you make us like you we would over throw you or no longer need you and you would be back to square one, 'Almighty Lonely'. So these are my questions and I know they won't be answered, but they would be written down. So answer to me if we as the wheat live with the unholy then how can the tares become wheat and wheat become tares, why are we forgiven but the devil as they call him can't be. Is it his purpose in this life. What if we all chose to be like him would you care then, would you walk away and leave us to burn. If you leaveth your own son to suffer without a second chance then why are still here, why are we still forgiven, why are we still loved but he's not. Isn't he your son, then what are we to you if we are not appreciated be you. We are nothing without you, so why can't we be free for as long as we wish or is it that the time is closer now, is it that you chose to come now or you are impatient to wait for those who want to enjoy the freedom, their humanhood, their lives and their wishes in this world before there is no more of it. Please I beg you let me be, I will not forget you, nor your words, nor your teavhings, but I will always be conscious of who and what you are, because I don't understand? I love you and I don't need to see you, I have faith and the same applies, all I ask is the opportunity to be a sinner and a born proud one that you made me as. I am wrong yes I acknowledge it everyday I awake from my slumber and all I ask is to have a mercy on me and not my soul, because the flesh is weak but my heart, my soul is willing to serve you in spirit and in truth.

I care, I can care and I don't have to at all. But what is it to care,
What is it to be caring and careful,
To care for someone carefully and not carelessly.
It's to protect, embrace and involve yourself in that person's life.
I care because I am still here,
I didn't chose suicide, or to become a criminal nor to be careless but to listen, reflect, and learn from my careless mistakes.
We can vare, all we have to do is understand what it means to care and start with yourself first.

Poems is the way I express my life,
To show how what I love from what I like,
Hoping someone will hear me cry and lend a hand.
Poems help me be me when I stopped try,
The way I feel, the way I think and the way I fight,
Poems help me write what's right
Because it's only right to write what right,
And to penetrate the darkness and help force the light.
So it would shine throughout the world so bright,
Showing me the real from the fake like dollars lifted high in the light,
To keep good in my heart and all bad out of sight.
So I write what's right from those who don't want to keep the hype,
To educate, demonstrate and penetrate a real type of stripes,
That will spread across the minds of men leaving a stain of why I write what's right.

Like a lone sailor lost at sea,
Like birds with no place to be,
Like knowing the truth but only lies they speak.
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

You can't understand every book you read,
You won't understand the purpose of every rock on the street,
Not even the movement of the humble breeze.
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

What's the preposition of the parasites and flees,
Or the viruses that infect and has a person unease,
Like leaves that grow and the fall of the trees,  
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

Like a friend who's always there for me,
And I neglect that person, forgetting to see that they are truly friendly,
Paying the price of when that person chooses to leave,
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

Like a slave stolen from a beloved homeland
put in chains without a chance by powers that be
lives routed by masters with no heart or soul but deceit and lies
Reading the world in the braille made by them for us the fools
It's like I'm blind but yet I see

Is it Hell's kitchen,
Where the demons be cooking,
Where all bad souls be looking,
Where evil dwellers are both masculine and feminine.
Or is it Heaven's door,
Where only the righteous shall enter,
Where God stands at the center,
Where holy men and women sit in accordance of the creator.
Is it Hell's kitchen,
Deep pass the abyss of fire,
Inside the cupboards of doom like tires.
Spinning, around and round, the cycle of liars,
And no one can escape eternity's fire,
That blazes hotter and hotter and getting higher.
Is it Heaven's door,
Far above in the firmament,
The Holy ones that dwell there, are up permanent.
To stay, watch and quide the righteous to a place of loving treatment,
And to mark done the names in the lamb book of life through pigment.
And the roads and houses he had prepared for us will be in honey, milk and gold,
So think holy, speak holy and do holy deeds to your saviour and preserve your soul.

I woke up this morning,
Like Bob Marley said,
To the morning rising sun.
Thankful for the breath of life,
And for all the other things that come.

I woke up this morning,
To the morning rising sun,
Can't see the little birds.
But I can hear them singing,
Truely singing sweet songs.
Songs of love and a sign that they are living.

I woke up this morning.
To no pain and aches,
Thanking God for life,
Life, a lot in which the enemy can take.
Praying to keep me grounded and safe,
From all evil, who's wishing to destroy my faith.

So Thank him in the morning,
In the evening and in the night.
Because God never sleeps and for his children, he will never stop fight.

Outside he smiles,
Inside he cry.
As humble as he is,
He still tries,
To make his dreams live but it dies.
And no one knows his hardest strives,
And no one will ever live his life.
So when you see him, he'll always smile.
To hide the pain and hurt inside,
And to help keep it from all of you'll eyes.
Because if you see it, there's nothing to like,
That's why his smile is only for a while.
So he smiles at you all the time,
Because he don't want you to see him cry.
And when they ask who's that child,
Its just me smiling, sitting by the side.

Life is a game, a game that we can choose to play, to either live for tomorrow or to die for today.

It's not a PS 4 so more than four persons can play, and we all have comments which we all have to say.

To enroll in life's journey, some roads will be rough, so we can't sit doing ****, we have to be tough.

It's never hard, but it's how we choose to address, so prepare for the worst and work hard for the best.

Hurt you? They can't .
Try to? I dare them.
Love you? I do.
Be you? They wish.
Envy you? They should.
Defend you? I would!
Love you? Of course
I wake up every day with your smile on my mind.
It's a beautiful sight to behold, so soft and so kind.
My dreams are filled with the thought of me and you.
I awake and smile, for my dreams have come true.

My Queen, yes you my majesty,
I'm your humble servant, and I'm here to help.
Your riches are your smile and personality.
And that's your most precious wealth.

My Queen, yes you my majesty,
Sitting, reminiscing about the love ur giving.
I know your loving and a very caring.
So soft so tender, so big and so uplifting.

My Queen, yes you my majesty,
If I told you a flower can bloom in a dark room, would u trust me.
Because your enthusiasm lights up the room.
And I feel shivers when you sit next to me.

My Queen, yes you my majesty,
I will love you forever and forever.
Stand with you in the dark and help the sun brighten your day,
And in my heart I'll allow you to stay.