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.

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.

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

In take for one who's desolate.
Disgrace and lack of faith,
That keeps the vendetta in frustrate.
Makes one sit in their habits to *******.

Pull in, breathe out, a distraction that
Distracts the lungs of its purpose.
No longer healthy but wealthy with,
Plenty dark linings, man won't focus.

Tv's on, eating chips, dipped in dips,
Greasy flavors on big tank's lips.
Lots of fries, lots of flies, eating to die.
Doesn't care, obesity in thoughts left his mind.

Time to fall, desperate not once but for all.
To times that Mr. Money says I'm done, he crawls.
Sprawls on the floor of the bar where,
Men are in thirst to Lucifer other called alcohol.

Bad dogs, No! bad rabbits that hop to death,
For search of being good or bad addicts.
Looking through depressed windows in dark attics.
Because of their shameful lives and bad habits.

There are people you love and they still choose to show you hate.
Dismiss them out of your yard.
Because they love to play bad cards.

They love to back bite, for spite, and fight despite,
The fact you keep giving love in return.
Keep on giving and showing that love.
But don't let their hatred be your concern.

Because why should we be afraid of them,
When they bleed just like we do.
They don't understand our good light is shinning through.
So good people be careful of what you do.

Be not like the shaft that's easily blown away,
But like a house built on a rock, that would stay.
Never the fool that get lead astray,
But the people who remember to look and pray.

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.

To judge a man comparing his skin, yes he may look black,
But due to his generational descendants he could be white and that's a fact.
There's a lot of critics and people who discriminate whether you're black or white,
When they themselves don't know if there color of skin to their true color is right.

It's strange and very funny how blacks and whites still fight.
When both races sees of feels passion and emotions to the opposite race type.
Like a black man loving a white woman and vice versa, for both males and females.
It's such uncommon and unexpected details.

Because white is used in mostly everything, that's surety.
And the meaning of white is peace, love and purity.
Although some may see of refer to black as bad and not pure.
Why then man walk along side their shadow, I know it's black for sure.

Therefore why should the white clouds give a black shadow as well.
And any other object white light reflect on gives the same.
It's insane to see both races of black and white causing each other pain.

Isn't that white and black makes grey in all it's shades.
Isn't that white and black are side by side in a chest or checkers game.
Isn't that black and white helps darken and lighten every color.

It's a fact that black and white will always be together,
Because black and white are not only colors, but they are brothers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

Darkness still shines,
Shinning brighter than the sun.
Evil doers who have skills of demoralizing,
Like politicians like pelicans dipping for fish.

HUNGRY *******!!

Try to diminish the matter, let's make it smaller,
Because if you focus on it, it will get larger.
Darkness like an impenetrable state of material.
Void in every and any space or form of light.

Destroying every shine that's right,
Who can heave light out of sight.
Yes! darkness still shines and hurts like a assegai.
Which punchers a hole in the hope or dreams of our bright beliefs.

It is said in the Bible,
That sufferings will always go on.
Man will **** and people will die for another to be born.
But don't forget that although darkness still shines.

It's not truthful light but the light that will soon die.

Swim fish swim, as far as you can go,
In waters maybe cold but there's never seasons like of snow.
Fish swam far and further and farther away,
And met fishes and other new friends ever day.

Crushing waves, fire on water, burning ships.
Crimson's doomsday in the fiery abyss.
Shipwrecks, broken necks, ***** decks.
Fish sees all that would happen next.

In distilled waters man made oil spill.
No longer fishes swim nor water's distilled.
Float fish float, as far as you would go,
Above waters maybe of no feeling, but you will never know.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Take a deep breath don’t cry, hold it in,
Keep your focus and keep it on point.
You are to live and your young so there’s more pain to come in,
Understand that love is a game for some that don’t care at any point.

Emotionally weak to an emotional peak,
Love is so sweat but yet so deep.
Love so comfortable but yet still it keeps,
Me feeling uncontrollable and so ******* weak.

How to love and beloved by a beloved one,
Or no wait beloved by one and left lonely.
No fun left desolate in distress with heavy tons,
And with a fat crying heart that was left to part coldly.

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.

When Friday night comes, it's inevitable.
Phalanxes in the many, dancing, drinking and having fun.
In bars long lines on one road like a railing.
This fever won't be over until the night is done.

I'm dismay by all that over excitement,
And very melancholy by being alone all day.
But when the Friday night interpose in enlightenment.
All my long lasting sadness all fades away.

Call me an elated person when the fever hits me.
To be sagacious and to act judicious of an account.
About the people I see, we party the flee.
Kind of suspicious and much heats there with us.

Maybe I'm assailant and love to **** night's time,
Flies fly by to join the extravaganza.
In a place sanguinary not really sanitary.
Any day of the week, but Friday night's fever is in every month even mine, foreveruary.

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

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

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

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

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

I stand by loyalty, and it's greater to me given behind my back than when I'm not near.
I love so strong, and that kind of love is rare, and all that I fear is always being there and doing the best I can do, then to be left is heartache and despair.

In my present life, I am in love with my future wife,
I was stabbed in the back once and I pray it don't happen twice.
No matter the struggle, I would never leave, even when the roads get rough.
But my past heartbreak makes me feel like I'm never enough.

When she smiles the heavens shine and sing,
Seeing her blush is such an amazing thing.
Her dimples, so sweet, exposed when she smiles,
And I want to make her my future wife, to be all mine.

Hopefully we would last forever, until the day we rest.
And I look to you God please, I hope she is the one, because I'm going to do my best.
God I pray that hurt isn't on it's way,
And if it's not then thank you in advance, because the games I'm not willing to play.

We both have flaws and stains in our past,
But as we grow to love each other, the pain will be outcast.
Her personality is lovely and she is all I can say I need.
So as we plant this seed of love, loyalty, respect and great values in our life,
I hope the seed becomes a tree, and the fruits from the tree taste sweet.

Right now in my present life, I'm in love with my future wife,
And I hope no matter the time apart she stands by her word like I'm going to stand by mine.

Woke up to start a new day,
Glister shine of the sun on my soul.
Soothing water flows, river sing in water notes,
Birds chirping, astonishing melodies to the ear.
Wisdom of softness the wind would love to share,
Feeling the connection with nature as I stand and spread my hands in the air.
Glitter and glister, crystal clear the water sits still,
While am by the river bank at the bottom of the valley's hill.
Not a better feeling than inhaling the fresh breeze,
Get a whiff of the sweetness, oou, bless me I sneezed.
What a wonderful morning, and unaware of such demise,
LOVE
Is my morning's surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Hello my good friend,
Happy birthday to you.
Before the days end,
God will bless you.
Your life is precious.
And your years are longer.
As God adds another year,
I hope you stand even stronger.

So enjoy your creation.
Will I leave you? Never!
We will stand together as a Nation.
Prepare, because we cannot live forever.
My friend, a lot, mourned for your birth,
And joy is given for when you lay.
Because living will be full of hurt,
But when you're dead all sufferings run away.

So hello my good friend.
Happy birthday to you.
Before the day had started,
God already stored blessings for you.

Have mercy on me please,
I didn't mean to make you cry.
All I wanted was to see you happy,
I know its hard to let my feelings die.

Have pity on me please,
I am so soft and shy.
All I ever wanted was to see you smile,
But it's just me dreaming, looking up to the sky.

Please forgive me, an don't say I did you no wrong,
Because I stayed in your life with my petty **** way too long.
Never meant to make you choose or sit and think,
So I'm asking for mercy, hope I'm not wasting my ink.

Through words is how I express myself.
But I understand you now, our time has end,
Bet we still can't be friends.
Don't take it on, although I know you won't.

I am sorry for ******* with your mental,
I'm not cursing you tho.
Its just so fundamental.
Trying to build up and your blocks don't want to stand.

I understand, so I wish the same.
Hope your happy and you're without pain.
Sorry for staying in your life, I'm a stain.
Shame, hope you don't forget me, so bye until we meet again.