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Z May 2019
Don't worry, if you go out to war and you lost your leg,
Say thank God they never shot you in the head,
If you know cheating will make you separate,
Then why still go ahead and test your faith,
Sometimes you need to take a seat,
Sit back and let life repeat.
If you get hurt today and don't want to speak,
Then it'll be a secret you'll regret to keep.


Why sit down and frown your face,
When you have the choice to change the space,
Some people believe that they need that one person's hand,
Forgetting everything is a test and God will always make you stand.
I may be young but I'm very wise,
Because I sit and learn with my ears and eyes,
Please be careful what you choose to hide,
Because when its done with you someone next in line will cry,
You may think it's right to lock bad secrets tight,
But remember it will reveal because God don't sleep at night.
If your trying to fight a war by yourself,
Then prepare to looose your mind, soul and health,

If you know that it could hurt others,
Then why sit by and act like you don't bother.
There always a way even without man,
Because no one knows Gods big true plan,
Love is good but honesty and loyalty is best,
Always remember worrying adds more and more stress,
So set yourselves free from all intruders,
And God will give a way without the help of lives destroyers,
So don't worry because you can be happy.
Z Sep 2019
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.
104 · Apr 2019
Beauty is the Beast
Z Apr 2019
She smiles today,
But will stay silent tomorrow.
Love like no other and her beauty is my weakness,
Beast inside, tempts and emerged to her with such firmness.

Her silence show her pain and her pain is mine,
Mine to bare, mine to keep and not to share.
And I admit that I was wrong for not listening to my heart,
Because I was confused by what they say I let us fall apart.

Now we smile at each other every time we meet,
And blush and look away every time we greet.
Knowing to ourselves that we could have been more,
Not knowing that we would be separated was never sure.

Often I weep right after we talk on the phone,
And I know she does the same when she's all alone.
And I wish some day we will reunite again,
Because in this story beauty is the beast and I will love her the same.
I loved her yes but I rather to be distributed by the truth than comforted by lies
104 · Mar 2019
My Greatest Fear
Z Mar 2019
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.
103 · Nov 2020
Devil's Moonlight
Z Nov 2020
I am Heaven found but Hell bound with a broken heart and a dead hound. No light house, just dead sounds with dead bodies spread out like chewing gum. See saw, I saw to be fore seen, broken bones, blood spills like crack cups leaks coffee. See the moonlight, lies because the moon's dull like a rusty blade with three lines call it a three line.

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

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

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

I am Heaven found but Hell bound with a broken heart and a dead hound. No light house, just dead sounds with dead bodies spread out like chewing gum. See saw, I saw to be fore seen, broken bones, blood spills like crack cups leaks coffee. See the moonlight, lies because the moon's dull like a rusty blade with three lines call it a three line.
101 · Jul 2019
Lone wolf
Z Jul 2019
He stands alone, he sleeps alone and fights alone,
But all he wants is to be left alone.
And he runs far north, south, west or east,
And yet has still to challenge many beasts.
And he defines wisdom, strength, power and leadership,
Although he howls alone and stare at the moon, he sits.
Leveling out the odds that he may get stick,
In the pack of wolves and their deceitful pit.
So all at night he wonders the dark woods,
To find his mate and protect as he should.
And both God and Lucifer works in mysterious ways,
He can't stay one place, so he keeps on the move always.
Beware of his stare, out of the dark his eyes glares,
To strike fear in every heart and soul that comes near.
To keep all unwanted far far away,
To keep himself lone as long as he can stay.
And he gets old and quiver alone he fights his pain,
And when his time is over alone, he'll fall the same.
Leaving a legacy for other wolves to track,
The lone wolf will never die because more always comes back.
101 · Dec 2018
Failure or Success
Z Dec 2018
Sometimes I believe that failure is my middle name.
Always too open and my loyalty brings me pain.
When i speak the truth they **** me with lies.
And I always proclaim love so my portion is hate.
Never in life I'm first, only to my mother, well that's great.
And maybe to God also or does the angels get the first plate.
I love, I like, I like, I love, but now I fail.
I try, I do, I do, I try, and now I'm pail.
What did you say? Can't hear you!
Or you said I'm not worth it.
To be honest that's *******.
Because I am loved but by who?
A lot of people, so I don't care if not by you.
Don't try to justify your foolish ways or rainy days.
Everyone will be judged one day and their payments are not the same.
I will be kind, I will be honest, I will be loving, I will be loyal, I will stay the same.
And there's not one thing that would make me change.
Listen to your heart and never your mind.
Although your heart gets you into trouble most of the time.
But your mind is multiple and you think without concern.
And your heart is singular and that's how you truly learn.
Thank you to does who reject me and those who accept me.
Because I learnt that I am not as perfect enough for accepting.
But some day we will all die.
I hope when I do you don't cry.
So from today I believe that Success is my middle name.
I will never be too open but always loyal I will expect the pain.
I will speak the truth, I don't give a **** about the lies.
And I will always proclaim love so my portion is hate.
Thanks to a heart break, you helped me open a special gate.
101 · Jul 2019
Child by the river
Z Jul 2019
No mother, no father and the only sibling left,
Because his family was wiped out by a horse man named death.
Young child cried for days, weeks, months and almost a year,
Death took his love and left his heart with a tare.

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

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

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

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

But later on the news that was shown that day,
They all learned about the child by the river and that he had decay.
No more child but the river where the waters flow,
The children no longer go there, so many wild bushes grow.
And the elders go to wash sometimes and hear his voice so sad and light,
That keeps the village at ease especially in the middle of the night.
101 · Jun 2019
I didn't understand
Z Jun 2019
When I was young I didn't understand,
I was mislead and not taught right from wrong.
So I stole, I lied, I fought and I misused my hands,
Damaging myself and how my future might stand.

I grew up among many gay friends,
Who had flipped ways and flipped days.
But I wasn't aware of what this was,
And to them it was cool as the bees buzz.

I always had a bad feeling about their ways and how they act,
But I thank God he always had my back.
Because when I learnt what and how this abomination would end,
I didn't want to be friends no longer with them.

It's a disgusting and a disgrace to mankind and to all that is right,
And yet still mankind let these abomination get the chance to speak, get up and fight.
So now gay marriages, couples and their influences surrounds the earth,
Causing damnation onto babies before their very birth.

And the funny thing about it, is that they know they are wrong and will fall,
And they know that they are an abomination onto God and to all.
But they still smile, dieing, knowing their guilt,
With corruption in they hearts and their minds full of filt.

Judgment to the foolish who stand with them to support them and make them feel hype,
Making them feel like what their doing is right,
God will continue to test men in some of the worst ways and in the worst days,
But in these days men will fail and turn away.

So they blame God and say they become gay because they were abused,
But they sound so ******* stupid and so utterly confused.
At the end of it all every person has a choice to make,
And being gay isn't how you were born or become because of anything, or of any affect in life,
Its because of the choice you made and the path you take.

So I'll forever dislike their ways and the choices they make,
Because God is good and his love is powerful and great.
And remember He hates the sin and not the sinner,
But if the sinner doesn't let go of the sin then the sinner becomes the sin.

Are you discouraged by the way you were born or how your body appear,
Don't be foolish, there's a person meant for everyone out there.
Yes some may say your ugly, fat, skinny or what ever they say,
Just remember that everyone is unique in their own way.
Nice defines the person on the outside,
But beautiful is the purpose within,
So there's no sin by the color of your eyes, hair or skin,
But by how you choose to defile yourself and the effort you put in.

No drop of sin shall enter the kingdom of the Holy,
But shall burn in the fire not yet felt,
A lot of gay people have change their lives wholy,
But some want to feel the heat of Hell fire and melt.
An abomination is an abomination,
Because big sin small sin is still sin.
So if you think you can ask for forgiveness on your last breath, well try,
And see if it's Heaven's gate you'll enter in.
100 · Dec 2021
More poems are coming
Z Dec 2021
Yes they coming,
Some are walking
And some are running
Some are short
Some are long
The poems will arrive soon
49 probably
But 50 new songs.
When they reach not all may shine
But they're all mine
Written from my peace of mind.
When I was in military training poems kept me at peace
So the next 50 poems expresses those times fighting the military beast.
Z Jan 2022
Sundays she screams "Praise the Lord" for keeping me,
For bringing me through the week
From the fight she fought so meek.
Sundays she screams "Lord and father please",
To take her through another week,
To be devoured by Ceaser's sharpened teeth,
Pain and stress meets her at her peak.
Tears, sweat and blood running down her cheeks,
Yet she smiles and you don't hear the frustration when she speaks.
I call her mother and Queen,
Because she's the strength that live in me,
That make me want to be the best me that I could ever be.
Sundays she screams to the top of her voice,
With any song of her choice,
Singing the pain that reflected on her chest,
Dancing away her time to rest.
Still feeling the mortal pain that rocks her flesh,
Sundays she screams "Father Lord look over me" and the trials she's about to meet, pushing her feet
Ready for the new heat, ready for the streets,
To rebuke the devils peace and again her children's feast until Sunday she screams.
97 · Feb 2019
Morning rising Sun
Z Feb 2019
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.
Z Feb 2020
Like the race ain't for the swiftest nor the fight ain't for the fittest,
Not but those who can endure it will pass the white line.
Not in time but by time, to see the boasting and the fastest struggle to the finish line.
Dribbling like dog mouth slime, and sweating like sour juice from a squeezed lime.

They fumble and fall before our feet.
Tired and burnt out like tasty fried chicken meat.
One last time I look down and see their distasteful grin upon their face,
Because the fastest wins the short distance pace but the endured wins the entire race.
95 · Jan 2022
Mist (#4 In Camp)
Z Jan 2022
The gentle wind picks her up and pushed her around,
Blue spots like of tiny dots and grey as clouds.
She waves at every flower as she passes by.
On violet petals she rather stand or lie.

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

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

Through my windowpane and back out again,
She looks at life like such of a fame.
Her time is short Mr, Lizard is feeling hungry now, she may die,
Sorry to say but goodbye to Mist the grey and blue butterfly.
Z Jan 2022
No fault, truth lies in our manifestation,
The enormity of sin is just a dot of expectations.
True exaltation, true exaltations, my exaltations,
Life dies and time flies, confrontation **** contemplation.
Satisfy a sinful man, injection a deep *******,
No rest, no sleep and highly frustrated by no concentration.

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

Hinder in sight, crack of concealment may slightly cause a contamination,
Like a virus that spreads, affects the head and we ask why they think of world *******.
True exaltation, men have fallen deep in abomination,
Focus on the new with passion of the old, eyes can't see past its sight not beyond realization.
94 · Feb 2018
Thinking
Z Feb 2018
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.
93 · Jan 2019
You
Z Jan 2019
You
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.
92 · Jun 2019
Vampires
Z Jun 2019
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.
88 · Jun 2019
Writing is a blessing
Z Jun 2019
Lyrics isn't given to any and everyone,
But to those who the light fell upon,
I'm not say that some people can't write,
But the real writers are the ones who endure sweat, pain, tears and fight.
Staying up writing and making mistakes all night,
Until we get that perfect sensational lyric that fits right, and keeps the readers smiling and hype.
But I'm still young and I'm still learning how to rhyme,
Taking time, reading signs and always ontime.
But I'm a rookie, easily to break apart like a cookie,
Just wait, because when faith knocks on my gate I'll elevate and circumnavigate.
Because I know writing is a blessing,
It's for those who write poems, stories, novels, and more to invest in.
Z Jun 2019
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.
88 · Jun 2019
When I think about her
Z Jun 2019
When I think about her I smile,
Because she's beautiful and she's worthwhile.
Her smile lights up my day so I feel warm,
And I love holding her and her head rest on my chest with no reform.
I keep thinking about the times we laugh and made funny jokes,
And the times that we hardy even spokes,
I feel so good when I see her happy and fill with joy,
I hope she will keep allowing me to love and so her that there's more to enjoy.

When I think about her I cry,
Because I know she is hurting inside,
And she tries to hide it from me and others,
But I'm not foolish, so I'll know before another.
And I get a bad feeling like it's happening to me,
Because it's effective and I love her unconditionally.
And then she cries so very deep inside,
And tries to cover it up with her beautiful smile.
But who have eyes to see let them see,
I see her hurting and it really troubles me.
But then she stops, regenerate and happiness flows in her heart again,
But I cry because her troubles are not gone, and some day she'll feel that pain.

When I think about her I will Do,
Do my best, do right, do her no wrong, do what she requests of me,
Because she my C bear, my all and my Queen.
85 · Jan 2019
Prepare
Z Jan 2019
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.
84 · Dec 2019
What Should I do?
Z Dec 2019
I don't know if I'm lost, or available at any cost.
But I don't know what to do.
Yes it's about her, yip the girl that tells her "LOVE ME."

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

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

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

So I'm going to do me and let her figure out her and LET IT BE!!
If she can't stay focus on anything I say how she can stay focused on me,
Yup like every pain I take.
83 · Jun 2019
What I sit and observe
Z Jun 2019
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.
82 · Jul 2019
Why fight to let go later
Z Jul 2019
He loves her yes, so he fights for her no matter what,
He cares for her yes, so no slips, no faults will stop him not even cuts.
So she's his main goal, his future the woman he wants to be with,
And he's loyal, faithful and won't stand *******.
And they count their days and mark their love,
Stacking their feelings for each other so far above.
But so long, so much time, fight, pain and over coming,
To bring them to a point was continuing is cunning.
He fought for her then and now he looses his hope and do as others have told,
So he leaves her to cry and he leaves her cold.

For what some other woman who he has to start over with,
And more time to bind and less time to sit.
He left her cold for someone else,
And he cried to her and said it was a mistake he made all by himself.
What mistake, a mistake is like dropping and egg,
But when it comes to taking advantage of someone's love, your better off dead.
Because she'll remember the times and the things in the past you say,
Like bae I love you, I won't ever hurt or leave you and I'll always stay.

She loves him, yes, so she sacrificed everything,
And if she could make the world stop spin, she would do it for him.
She cares for him yes, so no imperfections matter at all,
And she will stand by his side and fall when he falls.
And keeps in mind their anniversary at all times,
Some when they live to see that day, they'll have fun and lime.
But so long, so much time, fight, pain and over coming,
To bring them to a point was continuing is cunning.
She fought for him then and now she looses her hope and do as others have told,
So she leaves him to cry and she leaves him cold.

For what some other man who she has to start over with,
And more time to bind and less time to sit.
She left him cold for someone else,
And she cried to her and said it was a mistake she made all by herself.
What mistake, a mistake is like putting too much salt in a pie,
But when it comes to taking advantage of someone's soft heart, you'll wish you die.
Because he'll remember the times and the things in the past you say,
Like babe I love you, I won't ever hurt or leave you and I'll always stay.
81 · May 2019
My Love for her is strong
Z May 2019
I'm fighting to stay different and I fighting for what I want,
There's nothing in this world that can stop me from reaching my goals.
And if others think less of me and begin to taunt.
Well I know myself and I'll stand brave and bold.

She's mine and I don't mean like a toy or a thing,
More like a present from God, a lovely gift.
And I know she's hurting but she has a pretty strong sting.
So powerful it would make any one become stiff.

My love for her is strong, and we just have to hold on,
I know it's going to be tough when we start living together.
The responsibilities we will have to share and the rides through many storms,
But we will make it, with God and stand firm more than ever.

We both are shy and sometimes act a little childish,
But no matter what comes between us we will annihilate it.
Because our love is real, so childish doesn't matter.
I hope we stand together for real and don't accept any *******.

Sometimes I wish we could find somewhere to live now,
To take her away from all her hurt and worries.
But until she reaches the age to leave and I get a steady work for now,
And I know she has other things also to study about.

I'm not afraid, but I'm worried for her because I care for her,
And I know that she's fighting her fight by herself,
God bless her and keep her strong for me,
And make her blessings and prosperity as large as th sea.

Because my love for her is strong, and I want to make sure she's crowned,
Because she my Queen, my princess, my all.
And I am loyal to her forever we stand on firm grounds,
I'm just praying God put things in place to move forward and stand tall,
80 · Feb 2018
Who I can Be
Z Feb 2018
I will be who I can be today,
And be who I will be tomorrow.
Because who I was yesterday,
Made who I am today.

The only way to be the person I want to be tomorrow,
I must first be who I can be today.
From the past day for the future day.
78 · Feb 2018
Prayer
Z Feb 2018
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.
77 · Jun 2019
Sleepy days
Z Jun 2019
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.
Z Feb 2019
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.
74 · Jul 2019
Why the winds blow
Z Jul 2019
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.
64 · Dec 2018
What happens next
Z Dec 2018
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??
63 · Mar 2019
Write what's right
Z Mar 2019
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.
Z Oct 24
Blessed is she, whom I call mother and queen, beautiful in all aspects, as beautiful as no one have ever seen.
She is proud, independent, strong in character and heart,
To express all my understanding and love of her I don't know where to start.

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

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

Blessed is she, whom I can call my Queen and mother,
Prosperous is she that I exalt  than no other.
Olu Damari, to you we shall look,
Blessed is she I call Mother, protect her from the snares and crooks
52 · Oct 24
Endurance (In Camp#39)
Z Oct 24
It has just begun,
The past I ran races, some lost and some won.
This race is different, the audacity I have to undergo the mission,
Endurance is what I need, and its wisdom.

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

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

Carrying myself to my utmost limit is not only the key,
I need to survive the burn out on my feet and not on my knees.
Omniscience is my strength and it heals me further,
Not to win the race, later to endure it for longer.
Z Oct 24
I am feeling home sick,
Tell my family come get me quick.
My emotions are running wild,
I cannot control my thoughts even if I try.
Get me out of here I feel like I'm in an asylum.
I am not deaf, not lame, blind or dumb.
I feel trapped in a call deep beneath the ground,
So deep not even by the devil can it be found.
I want to go home, I am fed up of this,
No proper sleep and there're programmed people here with chips.
Left, right, left, right, left repeats even in my little sleep,
I already don't get enough so imagine my face when I weep.
Everyday is strangling me,
I am clustered and my body is getting weak.
I miss home and the qualities of my comfort zone,
I miss my family, so long I haven't been alone.
I want to escape and the door is open wide,
There's only two ways I can leave and graduating is the one I decide.
I am home sick I need to leave quick,
I am praying that grad day don't stick.
Z Oct 24
Pay special attention to how your thoughts are organized,
Critical thinking is at drastic times when the mind is less prioritized.
Under distress and stress your mind is at a baffling state,
Dawning decisions and choices at a critical time is ultimately great.

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

Critical thinking is an event of thoughts gathering at a critical time and place,
Proper analysis is as if you slow down the physics of this space.
Being focused and vigilant are keys you will need,
To critically understand this simple poem you read.
Z Oct 24
I am in front of a traffic light,
But all I see is blue,
No red, no yellow or green, someone tell me this isn't true.
I can't move forward,
I am stuck in this lane of 42,
All black polished lines and navy blue suits like me too.

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

Some are berthing the lines,
Others dropping the anchors below.
Popeye in real life?
Well then enjoy the Popeye show.
Blue is all I see and drafted to be
But I gained knowledge of friendship, yes it was green that set me free.
Z Oct 24
Poetry is life and life is art,
Creating a new piece conceives a new life's start.
Poetry saved my brother, yes it's true.
Even though he messed up, poetry pulled him through.
The art of poetry is so divine and magnificent,
Words like mountains grounded firm such omnipotence.  
The passion is in the emotions the poet sets in words,
Every synthesis of symphony, the similes, metaphors tingle every nerve.
Categorizing vocabulary, an encyclopedia your brain should be,
Hitting the bull, yes that sweet spot definitely.
Like a tree your poetry must grow so tall, so strong, so big,
The simplest of words can make your poems more than you think.
Poetry saved my brother from the hands of the stern court of disclosure,
Though he was wrong, he held his composure.
His heart was made pure and sincere through faith earnestly to God he held on to.
Tempted in the garden, yet poetry saw him through.
Some of his brothers disowned him and remembered him no more,
Thou shall not get caught, he failed to observe the 11th law.
Some who called him friend and partaker in the crime,
Like Judas they threw him to the crucifixion line.
Whispers of him going astray and gossips, that he was selfish they assured themselves that he was wrong,
The proud man stood leaving their heads bowed to the ground.
Poetry saved my brother, and on forward his head held high,
A man who can acknowledge his deeds, the most respect never past him by.
A poem to my Batch Mitchell J.
Z Oct 24
When I say I love you in this letter,
Know that these words won't help me show love better.
It's simple and romantic to make you smile,
As a gentleman I don't believe love letters are out of style.
The benevolence of great gestures, words don't come easily,
Though the barriers between my emotions say actions are understood speedily.
The benevolence of great gestures, words are hard to find,
Though the barriers between my sanity and insanity are lost in time.
I say leave the sanity and retain true loyalty and love,
My heart needs a jump start and that's you my love.
I seek your response so in this letter I place my piece,
The remedy of your words appears to me as you are beauty and I am the beast.
Don't let the Sun set on your sadness, love let me in,
I am a charitable and generous soul, for you I willing to sin.
You inspired me to try harder, so know my motivation is you,
You may have no clue how my adoring of you is nothing but true.
I speak my words of you in the atmosphere,
I hope the wind it to you so that you can hear.
That even when I love you in this letter,
Wait on me my love so I can show my love to you better.
Z Oct 24
Ancient beginnings Dragons flew wild,
Imprisonment free and they travelled by air for miles.
They stood upon the highest mountains in the sun light beam,
Dragon wings over cities imagine how it may seem.

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

In reality, dragons are a myth,
They tell fictional stories of dragons while children gather around and sit.
But a young girl imagined dragons, all the types and colors they could be,
Sadly only when she sleeps the dragons appear and then she can see.
Z Oct 24
He who fights with his monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

There's one thing a man should always do,
Mainly to himself be true,
Never let anyone change your point of view,
Unless what he brings makes sense to you.

You should never judge him by sight alone,
Or by the height that he has grown,
And when you're speaking always keep a moderate tone,
Because raised voice, they turn hearts to stone.

See from the beginning it was brother killed brother,
The morals in life, live, love and respect one another.
But then there're those they'll always try to be smart,
They'll take a decent man and they'll alter his heart,
Until he seeks to tear them apart.

These men, no man should call friend,
They bend lies around truths,
Until they meet their end.
Z Oct 24
When I'm in any mood, my mother always know,
I don't know how because I never let them show.
Sometimes a false smile may appear so fearing and real,
She see even that but most times only silence she keeps.

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

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

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

my life is not my own, I am my mother's son, her first born and wish,
I want my generation after impact our lives with inherited gifts.
I am not perfect nor perfection is not what I seek,
Thanks to my mother, my first Queen and I'm her first legacy.
Z Oct 24
People say practice makes perfect, but perfect is an imagination,
They practice with "PERFECTION" in mind so they fail unnecessarily all the time.
Level up yourselves, forward you ascend up the path you take,
Once you commit yourselves, you have success to make.

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

When you practice and you practice some more,
You will increase your knowledge that I can assure.
Characteristics will be improved and others you will inspire,
Practice makes only permanent and that is all great things require.
31 · Oct 24
Baptism (In Camp#30)
Z Oct 24
Water touch my soul,
Rest on the mold of my head and make me whole.
Baptize me in your rivers of prosperity and love,
Allow my spirit to ascend like a dove.
Flow down my skin, oh how wonderful you bless,
I look above and permit you water to run down my chest.
Bless me now and give me all you can give,
Hug my heart and grant me reason to live.

A second chance without sin I plea,
Another life oh water you can give to me.
Pick me up and swallow me whole leave none behind,
Now I can see, Holy water drops, for I was blind.
I studied the laws or righteousness that I say,
Days I commune with thee as much as I can pray.
I ask again humbly, water touch my soul,
You guide the ori of my head and have made me whole.
Z Oct 24
I can say of myself,
I have good doctrines.
I can say to myself,
I am loyal.
I can say of myself,
I have good faith.
I can say of myself,
I am good bait.
I can say of myself,
I want to catch big fish.
I can say of myself,
I wish to feed as much as I can.
I can say of myself,
I have a great heart.
I can say of myself,
I have good plans.
I can say of myself,
My mother did well raising me.
I can say of myself,
I intend to raise my offspring as did she.
I can say of myself,
I am not certain of life.
Though I can say of myself,
That I'm willing to try.
Z Oct 24
Last time her eyes saw light, darkness was the first sight,
Died in her sleep and never in her life she did right.
Hearts she killed, she stole, she kidnapped and minds she *****,
That night she died, hell fire she couldn't escape.

There's space in Hell, vacancy in Hell,
One is coming, two is coming so ring the bell.
Mammon is feasting on the souls new and fresh,
And share amongst his legions, fresh souls are the best.

So say live life right and Heaven is your reward,
Follow his commandments, and fear only God.
Keep your whites clean, don't place spoils on your garments,
There's vacancy in Hell and spoils are new meat to their Lord.
Z Oct 24
With no pain there's no gain,
No blame game but the blame is stained.
Nutrition to the brain adds the flame to the insane,
Blood stains on my shirt and a dead body in the drain.

The police came,
Body's cold and stiff, head strain.
Brain matter on the side of the walls well laid,
No evidence to show and no running blood in his veins.
The soul reaper is gathering souls again.

Bed rest, vegetable life, he's a cane,
Bullets speeding, swift movements like trains.
Shot in the leg and low he's lame,
Laying in his blood next to the empty shell grains.

Another child dies again, another youth dies in vain,
They stress on the violence yet they make crime their main campaign.
gathering of sorrows, here comes the reaper once again,
To deliver their souls after their bodies have been slain.
Z Oct 24
Would she?
I am here, in fear, away from her,
Knowing what's out there and what evil hands lure.
Is she for me? If she is she will stay,
Games of disloyalty and pain, my heart cannot play.

Would she still?
I don't know, maybe she will.
Maybe she cries at night thinking of me still,
Maybe she's out having fun without me in thought,
Maybe the fight for her wasn't worth being fought.

Would she still be?
Be by my side,
Or stand behind my back as false love with pride,
Would she still be sitting looking at old pictures of her and I,
Or is she allowing another man to embrace her smile.

Would she still be mine?
After all this time,
Like the infinity of an endless line.
Would she still be mine or will I have to find?
Another girl to make her mine,
Maybe I do and maybe it's true,... or not.
She could be waiting on me in silence weeping it through.
24 · 1d
I am Sorry
Z 1d
I failed my mother,
I'm not what she wanted or expected of me.
I failed myself,
I made choice that will harmfully affect me.
I failed my siblings,
Whether or not they were looking up to me.
I failed my family,
All the burdens and expectations they had in vision to be.
I am sorry, sometimes I wish I wasn't born,
Never to scorn, as I type I morn, in the dark I sit alone,
A passive aggressive one man storm.
I just wanted peace...... peace and quiet.
I yearn happiness.
Sprinkle sprinkle as I type my tears flow,
Long tears because I type slow,
Fixing my mistakes and my typos,
and here I go.
I wish I was young again I would make the same choices over again,
Meet my first love over again,
Enjoy our first kiss over again,
Hold her in my arms all over again,
But if I could have started over again,
I wouldn't have failed her over again, I wouldn't have given up on her over again.
I am sorry.
I wrote this poem and hid it from the public because I became timid all over again.
All over a pen, I wish things where different I would write this poem differently all over again.
I would lose and regain my focus all over a mends,
Go the furthest distance for over a friend.
But who am I fooling all over
All over....
All over nothing again.
I am sorry,
As my cheeks absorb the rain from my eyes,
that touch the corner of my imaginary smiles,
I'm already compromised, my future is already jeopardized,
and my past is already memorized.
I am sorry, I word I hate and now at this distant gate,
I saying it straight,
Though the meaning I want to procreate goes out multiple ways,
it may or may not  be good enough to reciprocate,
but I am sorry so it may demonstrate that I can't compensate the decisions I made when I was less fortunate lacking the wisdom I have now to help meditate proper analysis of thinking to facilitate my short comings.
Read it again let it marinate.
I'm sorry because I am passionate, because I had myself on an automatic levitate to elevate.
Instead to my self I chose to relegate, choices
a powerful advocate.
I am sorry,
I feel broken inside, I'm crying outside,
and only in God I can confide.
I failed my mother,
Now she doesn't hold me in high regards,
I failed myself because I dropped my guard,
I failed my siblings, I made things hard,
I failed my family, my ******* deepest fear I gave
regards
Yet I would do it all over again,
Sad reality the realm of regret.
We all wish we could do it all over again
Though there're so many thing I wouldn't do over again,
and saying I am sorry would have sure been one of them.
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