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What happens next if all mankind dies.
What happens next if all the birds stopped fly.
What happens next if every beast becomes extinct.
What happens next if the ones above choose to rethink.

Where would we be now,
Would we be dead or some where else.
Would we be lost in the world or lost in ourselves.
Would we care to die or would dying care.
Would we stand strong or fall with the multitude in fear.

What would make sense for us to do,
Stay awake or fall asleep gazing at the moon.
A chance to be a fork or scoop many chances like a spoon.
Die a wise man or die a wise fool.
Because soon and very soon there will be no more men sitting on the stool.

What happens next if we lost our way,
If men and women couldn't find a place to stay.
If the birds of the sky had no place to lay,
And the beasts of the land had no where stray.
If the wise men no longer had nothing to say,
Or if the Holy one above had no other moves to play.

What happens next if we live life with no regrets,
Or walk every day with out lowering our necks.
May be if adults no longer insist on respect,
And if we as children are left in neglect.
What happens next??

Pink heart, blue heart, black heart's spades.
Love more, love less, love that's fake.
Shy straight arrow shot through the heart,
Don't think there's more I can take.
Heart became black, spades, so I dumped it in the lake.

**** love then, **** love later, but I want love not sorrow
Failure yesterday, failure today, what to expect tomorrow.
Black heart with a stick inside,
And inside a space that's ****** up and shallow.

Spades hearts, spades feelings, spades, spades, spades.
Grim reaper spades like poisoned sharpened blades.
Killing feelings, desperations, and destines.
Leaving bleeding hearts of spades to decay.

Pink heart, blue heart, black heart's spades.
Love more, love less, love that's fake.
Shy straight arrow shot through the heart,
Don't think there's more I can take.
Heart became black, spades, so I dumped it in the lake.

I ripped my heart out so I could stop feeling.
But it never stopped beating.
Now I have a heart in my hands and a hole
In my chest.
And a great stain of hurt all throughout.

I ripped my heart out so I could stop feeling.
But it never stopped bleeding.
Now I have a pain that is left and a space not for healing.
And tears that drip off my face sealing.

I ripped my heart out so I could stop loving.
But it never stopped loving you.
Now I have a painful heart and a painful start.
Hoping that I get over you at last.

Achievements for all achievements for the best.
Goals achieved in life no longer a test.
Writing whole day and writing every night.
To get my poetry diploma, and after everything's just right.

A diploma for Math, for English and maybe for Art,
Not that easy to get but I'll add the extra 'smart'.
Because its important to me to achieve what means most.
Like murderers, their achievement is to take your ghost.

What a shame on those who have such a gift,
To rhyme, persuade, or make you laugh out loud.
But they chose to throw it away and follow the pitiless crowd.
So failure follows and regrets fill them all around.

Be free and be grateful of the of the lyrics God granted on to thee.
Fly high like and eagle and fly low like the bees.
Like Martin Luther King said,  
It don't matter if you run, walk or crawl, keep pushing ahead.

Soul reaper, night creeper, dark angels and spirit teasers.
With no hearts or hearts of ice that will not accept you as a teacher.
But beware of their lust; their lies that can make you cry,
Because only the light can shine to show your path in the night.

Soul reaper, heart stealer, evil doers and demon pleasers.
Who stay up late, with no hope but faith, that lurking out your gate.
To come in at night and take a life, leaving a family in fright with hate.

Soul reaper, evil redeemer, satan the saviour of all broken dreamers.
Why now, why here, why them at this time and hour.
Yes, death is assured to every being, but why other's are earlier.

Soul reaper, night creeper, dark angels and spirit teasers.
With no hearts or hearts of ice that will not accept you as a teacher.
But beware of their lust of lies that can make you cry,
Because only the light can shine to show your path in the night.

Friends will be friends,
Some may stay until the end.
But when they are gone,
Only one being will be there to keep you secured.

Never the less, he may be different to others,
For every one in every religion and culture.
But for me, my friend is God,
Because he's King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

He protect when I want protection,
He delivers when I need deliverance.
He give love stronger than any other human affection.
And only Him alone can grant salvation.

My BFF, my mater and my father,
Tho he was here in the beginning, he's here now and will be in the end.
He pick me up when I fall and push me to go further.
God and God alone will be my true friend.

Growing up I never had much money.
I lived in a house for seven years with no electricity.
No lights, no fans, no refrigerator, no T.V.
But I always kept faith in God.

Hoping one day I'll get a better life.
Maybe a big house, two cars, kids and a wife.
But I'm still young and hard times is all I face.
I feel alone in an excited space.

Like times I had no soap to take a bath.
No one knows the limits I went at that stage.
Or when I had no food to eat.
I had to fast those days and save the little I had in case those days did repeat.

Times where I had no money to go to school.
I'm not a fool, so I had to walk for my education.
So I can get my grades and certifications.
And only God knows that I'm trying my best.

Help me Lord in these hard times I face.
And bring me to my glory in a successful place.

Standing in the sand, smelling salty waters,
Of the Caribbean seas, through the cold vibrant breeze.
Watching all the tall, happy, swaying coco nut trees,
And when you sniffle a little of the bake and shark it makes you want to sneeze.

Then take a walk in our rivers and cook up a curry *** or stew,
With fish coo coo and a little calla-loo.
and you take a bite and you taste buds and glands spring water of the delicious flavors that makes you say mhmmm.    

Afterwards you can visit the reefs and see the dancing colors of the under water reefs,
Of the Caribbean seas, where I'm from and would always love to be.

But tho forget, it's Carnival time so come in your costumes and with your coolers because you're coming out to fete,
And tho forget, when you step out on "D" road of jouvert morning until night listen to the Soca music,
And let it rap you up and run through your ears with melodies that will make you want to bep.

Oh yes the Caribbean dream, where every man's a king and every woman's a queen.

Do you have memories of when you were very small.
When you were eight months old perhaps and loved to crawl.
Or when you were now one year old, the blocks you built up was knocked down to fall.
How about just three years old, the year before preschool.
No! I can't remember.

Maybe I do!
Maybe I remember looking at the sky and asking why it's so blue.
Or the time I was listening to classic 80's songs,
Or was it 90's songs, I may have it wrong.
Yes! about the time I now began to walk,
and the first time I began to talked.
Did I say papa or mama?
I can't quite recall.

Was it the time when I fell.
Or the day I jumped the first time I heard the door bell.
Maybe the time that I always cried because I didn't know how to shout help.
I really can't tell.
It's like a cemetery, because to me it's all dead.
The remembrance of lost memories.

To distinguish from the all colors, pink is my favorite.
Even though I am a boy, I'm not afraid to say it.
That yes pink is my favorite color,
And I would choose no other.

The dust that my father walked along will be his legacy.
For where ever the dust goes my prints will be.
His words is what I cherish, my precious stones.
His respect, my gift,
His love, my sanctuary,
He left along his path.

His footsteps are my diamonds, my precious stones.
His loyalty, my treasures,
His sacrifice, my gold,
He left along the road for me to walk.

Although he's not in my life.
And acts like he never cares,
His remembrance of me is his pain,
His memories,  my gain,
Along the way I pave for my sons,
The path of my father I shall not take.

Lord I ask for strength,
Lord I ask for endurance,
And everyday in every way,
I'll get better and better with your help oh Lord.

Lord I ask for wisdom,
Knowledge and understanding.
Lord I ask for the power to be brave,
And everyday in every way,
I'll get better and better with your help oh Lord.

Lord I ask to pick me up when I fall,
And the willingness to do the same for another.
Lord I ask for your blessing from above,
And everyday in every way,
I'll get better and better with your help oh Lord. Amen.

The democracy of hypocrites in the highest levels and forms.
Two different sides of pretense, in acts that they perform.
To convince another of another, I believe they want a medal,
For performing it to the world, hypocrisy in the highest levels.

Hypocrisy in the way of being friends with a kid,
Who always down and never seems to fit in.
And when everyone begins to suddenly laugh at him.
You're never there to give a hand, but always far out in the crowds,
Thinking if you go to help, they would laugh at you being friends with him.

Hypocrisy in forms of being two people at a time.
A time for your beliefs in having higher standards and another time for the hypocrite.
Never would you wish to see them catch you doing it.
Because there and then only all your friends, family and the ones you love the most will see you as a counterfeit.

I remember siting in the kitchen,
After washing dishes.
My mom went out and my dad went fishing.
Only me at home so my lyrics had me lifted.

I know I got to go to college, so I have to pay tuition.
That's a part of my goals in life, yes that's my mission.
A partition to listen,
And it doesn't matter what people think because that's my decision.

It's like listening to the news and the **** they'll be telling me.
About some young, dumb, broke kid who got charged for a felony.
Like really and truly and really,
The things in life that doesn't fit so easily.

Maybe a shovel to dig or a piece of a puzzle.
And if life bites too hard the put it in a muzzle.
Because I hope it help to build up your strength,
Or make sure the race that you're running has a good length.

And if you're scared of fear, you better be aware,
Of the thins that play late in the night then disappear.
To be fair, don't get a heartache of the space in the dark place.
And if you get a heartache, take pills for it or take a bow to accept the case, of displacing,
To write the wrongs and the correction of your mistakes.

So don't forget about the mysteries of the clues.
Like the time you never got wet and some how you got the flu.
Maybe from the dew or the zoo from the suspicious kangaroos.
Who never looked at no one else but loved to look at you.

And finally the time to be thinking out loud or thinking in quietly.
Therefore, substitute the lies for the truth and the honesty.
But remember the time lies saved you from the enemy.
This won't be hard for me, but I'm asking to keep love and respect for the way you think of poetry.