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!!

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.

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.

In the land I live, there's much to see,
Like green hills and blue seas.
In a place of love given by nature's trees.
On green hills where bees buzz free.

In a island with a lot of opportunities,
Like green hills and blue seas.
Where you stand in amazement surrounded by the ocean's breeze.
In blue seas where all fishes will be.

See not to see but to be but not to be,
Tho I see through you and you see through me.
Touch, much, such a rush to punish, it's enough.
Don't fight, but write, the write of the wrongs of songs, don't prong the time because its long.

Stand, on land, demand a hand to carry out their plan.
What to say, to pay to stay for now, tomorrow or today.
Pray to prey for the clay makes the the *** and not the *** makes the clay.
Understand to see through, what you've been through so in the future you can go through.

X-ray, my ex plays, old text says what next stays in lines of *** tapes.
With no sense of no love but more hate on one plate for two days straight, straight never meant gay.
Clip the strain, of pain, in this game that man brutally can do but NEVER can explain.

X-rays to see through and to see you inside out, don't shout, please don't open your mouth.
Santa or Satan not prancer but six by six dear and six dancers.
Screaming, teasing displeasing in lancers at all poor people who don't Know, never will know, can X-RAYS help?

No because you have cancer.

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.

Oh little red fire,
How beautiful is your flame.
That walks on dry bushes,
And leaves a black burnt stain.

Oh little red flame,
Moving in trails like a train.
And all you consume is oxygen,
So your health can be retained.

Oh little red flame,
What is your name?
What are you to be?
Can your light be obtained.

Oh little red flame,
Your fire cannot be reclaimed.
For there is no made study,
For your death or pain.

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.

I am the new kid, with new skills.
And a new way, and a new kind of something.
To pass on, to give away.
So pay close attention to the things I say.

Please don't bully me,
Because I am small.
With a big heart and a loud call.
And my mom said to me that I can learn it all.

I don't want to be your enemy,
So why can't we be friends,
Not to befriend, so let in sink in.
And spread the new talk and a new trend.

I am a new kid, with new moves.
And a cool cap with a cool shoes.
I'm not boasting, yes were're still the same.
Because I bleed blood and so as you too.

So her me out, don't beat me up,
Because when or if you fall,
I'll be there to pick you up.

Yes! the new kid, with a fist punch.
To put it in the air with everyone,
When we all go out for lunch.
To shout out to the bullies,
We're the new kids, with a new crunch.

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.

When one and one join as two,
They stand together as one.
True love, a couple can't resist.
And when confusion comes around,
A simple kiss on the lips and all confusion is dismissed.

They laugh together,
Enjoy good times together.
Cry together,
And if life was in our control,
They would choose to die together.

Love is like a mother to her child,
Like unity of animals in the wild.
And it's where the wind blow,
There is where sad souls go.

maybe to come together and search for love,
An emotional gift from the one above.
When purity is seen in a couple.
It may be represented as a white dove.
Or a heart, or a touch, or a smile to show true love.

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.

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.

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 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.

Many things in life make me feel at peace and relaxed.
But the best of them all is music some way say it's a fact.
I am different, I mean my music is different to others,
Let me give you an example of these such in life that matters.

Lending a helping hand to a person who needs it, so I can heard them rejoice, music to my ears.
Giving a friend advice for problems he or she is facing, so I can hear them give praise, music to my ears.

Approaching a person who looks melancholy, to make them smile, so I can hear them be joyful, music to my ears.
Giving support to a person in any ways necessary, so they can thank God for his helpers, music to my ears.

So you see, my music is different, a lot more different than others.
Because I like to make others happy, that makes me happy, and that matters.
To be as God required me to be, singing praises, music to my ears.

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.

There's no justice for the just,
No form of grace for humanity.
Not even a slight freedom of mental slavery for us.
Neither any practice of equality.

Not everyone has a good warm heart,
Therefore not everything will be appreciated.
And the revolution of biblical days has already start.
So how long would we wait for a good deed as demonstration.

Slavery made the black man hate the whites, confirmed no love.
And the white men believed that they were all Gods.
But God made men equal, no matter of color or race, we all bleed blood.
Reason why equality can't stand because men became frauds.

So no love for the beloved,
No justice for the just humanity.
No freedom like the wild elation of the white dove.
And neither any practice of equality.

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.

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.

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.

Twinkle Twinkle little star,
I always wondered what you are.
Up above the sky so high,
A fume of gas up, far and wide.
That has no shape but a shinny light.

That's sometimes there or out of sight,
And brightens up the night so bright.
Who helps the moon and shares the night.
Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Now I know what you are.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Cry today and smile tomorrow,
Through all the pain remember happiness is only borrowed.
Smile today and cry tomorrow,
Then sadly after joy is sorrows.

Whether the process of change is in progress,
Stress free suddenly next minute frustrated you stare,
Joy and sorrows both leave a long lasting scare.

Changing takes time and time is unpredictable,
Changing broken parts that are now unfixable.
The days of change, negativity and positivity exchanges ways
Both made an agreement for tears and smiles on separate days.

I am changing time alone will tell,
My flaws are acknowledged and I am trying.
In my point of view the effort is greater than the deed,
Because the deed can be done but a poor effort may not allow you to succeed.

Life needs a balance so there's good and there's evil,
There's animals, plants, sea, land, spirits and people.
Everything needs each other like Ying needs yang that type of fun,
Understand life is perfidious, good and evil makes the world go around.

Don't show me pity if I cry today, I'll smile tomorrow,
After all my pain surly happiness i shall borrow, But if I smile today, expect tears that my cheeks will swallow,
Karma sends her kisses of joy to prepare you for your tears of sorrows.

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.

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.