The day starts and the sun shines,
The moon rest and the stars flee.
The prays of men are sent in time,
And the angles of God achieves thier plea.

Time is precious and never to waste,
It's unlimited for now but limited to come.
The movement may be slow but has such paste,
When you loose it, it's too late all's done.

Tells of tales and the lies of liars,
Don't get fooled it's faster than Bolt.
**** it and it will burn you like fire,
Unless you're fast like lightening bolts.

Time tells, skilled men used talents to win,
And unskilled men fail in smarts and get, rapped up like tins.
Be inethectic and understand the theory of time,
Time tells and only lost time God can find.

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.

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

Tell me the truth and do me the dare,
If anyone else is play only us will hear.
Secrets ***** and fantasies clean,
I dare you that dare so I can see in between.

Tell me the truth, are you in love or not,
Or do you want to be in my spot.
Is it true that your all mine?
And if it's true, well your love is all fine.

Dare me that dare is it fine like dirt,
Make me do something nasty or make me flirt.
I dare you tell me your deepest secrets,
And I hope when you do there'll be no regrets.

Give a thought, get away or get caught,
The consequence is on you so I didn't know why we fought.
Answer the truth and commit to the dare,
If you don't want to do it well prepare for what we have prepared.

At last the truth is told and the dare is done,
And all secrets are out and we all had fun.
Some said it was  good and some said it wasn't fare,
Welcome! Do you want to play a game of truth or dare?

Understand,
Why do you care? About that watch you never used and when it goes missing you get furious,
You get angry at everything and everyone in sight,
Misunderstanding the facts by day and the opinions by night.
You didn’t care about it but yet you fight, you roll you cry and sit uptight.
All you knew is that you had it and believed that it would never have to go,
But as time flies, you didn’t regret leaving that watch so alone, unused and not cared for,
So ungrateful, now it’s gone maybe to someone who may need it for sure.

Understand that ungratefulness is worse than witchcraft.
Why do you care? That makes me laugh, then makes me stop, then makes me cry.
Like no humble child can resist the temptation of a humble smile.
Remember that pet, oh yes so loving and small and so unkept.
Late at night it cries for food and you were tucked in and you well slept.
Below step, underscore the over applause of an owner who didn’t even care for it’s pet.
Now the vet says it’s dying, and there’s nothing you can do.
Poor pet everyone gathers saying but no it’s poor you, foolish you and ungrateful too.
Not once you ever cared when it was well, alive and full of joy,
No, to you it’s just a living toy,
To be used, abused and then no longer up to use,
And now it’s gone.

Ungrateful so why would you understand.
Why do you care? About your friends, your girlfriend or about your boyfriend,
You say you are ready and steady the relationship is founded,
And he is humble and never ever liked to be sounded.
She always had your back even when no one else would,
And he stood with you even when they said he never should.
Not that you care she fought for you in ways that would destroy her after all,
He went to hell. He came back with a smile and you cheated at the after call.
What’s your meaning, what’s your words has to do with meaning.
Because as clearly as it is you never meant what you said,
A heart broken, but you don’t care, or you don’t have to weep,
You believe that they’ll always be there for you so you push them below the sheet.
You opposed them, knowing clearly they were right,
And you make them feel like they’re weak because they didn’t want to fight.
Now he's gone with betterment in his mind, thinking to himself that, she was never to be mine.
Later she packs up and leaves without a word, why, why would she say a word, she must have said an entire book or two,
Just to you, and about how much she loves you and care for you,
But you don’t understand, you never cared but as soon as they go you feel so alone, so broken, so stupid and scared.

Understand,
Why did you care, if you ever cared?
About anything so great that you let go of, you’re so fake,
Oh no, was it a mistake, that you **** someone up knowing how fragile they were since from the first date.
You knew who you broke and you broke them with no remorse,
You took them off their path of goodness and threw them of course.
Now your mission is to make yourself look like the innocent one,
Like the roots need the water and the tree needs the sun.
But they don’t know you, yet they will in time,
So hope you’re grateful for the nothing you have won and the something you have dumped.

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.

We do not forget!
We do not respect,
We are killers and we love to neglect.
Fools who fool around and do not regret.

Vendetta, trendsetter, miss leads to **** better.
We don't forget,
So remember us as Vendetta.
Understanding what we do and every day we stay fit and get better.

Danger is our name,
Blood and broken bones our game.
We don't stand out but behind you like a shadow, feeding on pain.
Waiting for the right time to slit throats and burst veins.

Vendettas is a treat,
It's real, so we don't forget!
We do not respect.
We are killers and dislike miss steps
Fools who fool around and do not regret.

Vexation of spirit is a sin,
Chastise negativity and throw it in the wind.

Cater for those who transgress and rise to anger quickly,
Foolish men push their limits to wrath very swiftly.

Brace yourself, an angry man is unpredictable,
Man is mortal know that no man is invincible.

Cold water to a cup, hot water to a cup,
You taste lukewarm.
A bitter residue in my mouth,
I will spit you out until the taste is gone.

Anger leads to vengence and vengence to death,
Abstain from vextation as a conspired threat.

Study the laws of understanding,
thou must first understand,
Vextation of spirit big or small is a sin by man.

All this pain, studies and pressure.
It's getting frustrating and stressful but I must do better.
Just a couple more days until, hm......ahm doomsday is here.
The days that CXC falls upon us, will we be happy or full of fear.
But God is good Mock Exams are coming, HOORAY!! I'll prepare to study.

I would be ashamed to waste five years of hard work.
A greater shame to let not only myself down but those who had faith me.
Because many have tried and failed the work,
But a lot have passed boy hmm.... you don't have a clue.
Stay focus and calm as you can.
Because the failure or success in your life, is your number one determination.

So ladies and gentle men get ready for war,
Because we have to **** them papers, we have to **** it for sure.
Duh get scared and duh get freaked out,
Freaked out!...... of what....CXC nah that should be like a KFC take out.
And remember to pray and give God thanks for life,
Today isn't the only day you did something he didn't like.
So just in case he choose to take it back in spite.

Be patient, for the sun is for the day,
And the moon for the night.
Don't rush it, VICTORY will come when the time is right.

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.

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.

"Cancer patient, no smoking", doctor said.
No, he couldn't, white smoke made black lungs and now the patient's dead.

Life a year before, he smiles walking down the streets, hey what's up folks,
Cigarette in his mouth, he pulls in and you hear him cough and chokes.
Laughing loud telling stories and having jokes,
And he knows and realized the poke of damage the white smoke has on his throat.
That has him tied down like a stringed goat.

Up and down, exhausted real quick, out of breath and his lips dry on the tips,
But he never listened or took the tip, to stop smoking, "Dude you got to quit."
Exhale, the cancer patient after he just sighs, laughs, spits and lick his lips,
Telling the guy "No bro smoking is the ****."

Later down that year, close to that point where he no longer exists,
Still with the pack in his pocket and a cigarette between his finger tips,
Without the doubt of death and without the knowledge, he was at risk.
Regardless, he awoke every day taking it in vain.
Insane, like taking propane, literal high grade,

Laying on a bed of affliction in pain, head shot to the brain,
Serious temple hurting, and a rocking migraine that made him realize that,
He will no longer be alive, not anymore.
White smoke wiped him out of existence, no sunlight and long walks ever again.

"Cancer patient, no smoking", doctor said.
No, he couldn't, white smoke made black lungs and now the patient's dead.

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.

I write poems to let go all the pain,
To show the things that I didn't want to say.
To express the feelings deep down inside,
The deepest of them all that tends to hide.

Writing poems help me see my gift,
With the lyrics of words that makes a twist.
Basically a way to find some hope,
That's why I write poems really tho.

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.

Slowly death is coming,
No appointed time to drop countless bodies.
Under the stars and the Moon,
Africa still need food for the starving tummies,
We still don't appreciate our truths,
Nor embrace our lives as we enroll in it.
The disperse of orders and rules,
Means nothing to scholars who live to learn but don't teach their studies.
Understand how the whirlpool moves,
Taking everything below and above, like nothing is worth it, like undecent pennies.
Criticism is a main review of fools,
Who despise good judgement and rebuke good forecomings.
Cancel out negativity from the mood,
Keep your mood positive and smooth like honey.
Stand firm in what you believe is true,
Eradicate false tongues and stand still in false panic.
World order have signs and cues,
Clues to see lies and take the truth out of it.

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.

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.

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.

Zero tolerance,
For abuse!!
Zero tolerance,
For misuse!!
Zero tolerance,
For racism!!
Zero tolerance,
For no mannerism!!
Zero tolerance,
For unnecessary hate!!
Zero tolerance,
For unnecessary fates!!
Zero tolerance,
For violence!!
Zero tolerance,
For lack of common sense!!