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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.
Z Jan 2022
White house, white house,
Blue stains on white house.
Brown cats, black rats, orange birds by white couch,
Nice spouse and white house
Food spots, tea drops on clean floors of white house.

White House, white house,
Red stains and white house.
Clear pool, silver tools, pink snacks killed white mouse,
Chicken sauce turned white spoils,
Fly wings, ants sings of sugar blocks in white house.

White house, white house,
Yellow stains on top White House
Veggie plates, sweet dates, raisen cakes by nice spouse,
Grey clouds pours rain loud,
Mud puddles, purple bubbles outside doors of white house.

White House, white house,
Green grass surrounds white house.
Children dance, in white pants for a cookie chance in white house.
Ceiling fan under a breezy land,
Door closes, mat poses, no more feet enter white house.
Z Dec 2019
"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.
Z Feb 2018
Life story to tell.
Jackson's daughter at a moribund.
Applied in minds that her time has fell.
Astonish and confused by her white study.

She ran faster than time.
Never had time to lax.
How all the neighbors saw her climb.
Black snow for white duck in ponds.

Vexed congregation sat, no more to see.
To sit around a preen set scheme.
Rain falling on roofs that cries.
Why bell rang, what it signifies.

In pain and dispel of what really caught her,
Was it the flu or the brother of life took her.
And bells rang, sad songs were sang,
For approaching the white study of Jackson's daughter.
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.
Z Jan 2022
Why is there evil?
Maybe God wanted evil.
Maybe evil *** his diverse plan.
Maybe He created evil not to see men fall but how long would men stand,
Maybe not for it to over come us but for it to show us his demands,
Still I ask myself why do I suffer?

Why must we die?
Why must we try?
To become greater than sinners if sinners we were born to be.
To be holy if holiness is only given and not achieved.
To starve and be poor because the rich are told to be evil beings,
So I ask myself why do I suffer.

What's the purpose of life?
If we're born to live,..... wait no born to die.
If all we must face most is hardship and pain to be Saints, get wings and fly.
Is its purpose bent only on showing glory to be killed for innocence and criticized for righteousness.
And I ask myself why do I suffer.

Probably I suffer because I choose to.
Because instead I try the easy way and rub,fraud and **** I sit and wait,
To he fed everyday still having an empty plate, thinking that it's going to be ok.
Probably because God said he will never let his children go hungry and starve but never poor? Nor suffer?
Maybe his idea of sufferation is differ,
Maybe his meaning and comprehension of suffer is joy,
I ask myself why do I suffer,
I don't know, may never know but;
Maybe I suffer to understand and appreciate the sufferation so I can know what it is not suffer afterwards.
Z Dec 2024
Maybe people try to subjugate me because I have less to say,
Or because I choose to speak less to back myself up anyway.
Often criticized because I am soft hearted and my words were poorly spoken,

When I write, my words are like heavenly tokens.

I try a lot believe me I really do,
Though I cameless, sorry typo came less, as I always do.
I push myself and find that I don't get much support,

I was once blinded, my family do have me in thought.

Why do others try to subjugate me?
All I do is try my best to be fair,
Yet fools walk over me like studs on the parade square.
I used to care, I did and maybe I still do,

Occasionally but why and to who.

Those that look out for me are those I look out for,
I have their backs but I pray they have mine.
They are mostly with you when they need and want,

Then disappear when their interests aren't meat in the flash of time.

Do I need to change? Yes I do.
Change my heart, my mind and the way I speak too.
I need to become a foreign me and positive in fact,

Though from now I am not allowing ******* lay me flat.

People cannot figure me out I let my actions show not who I am, my moods switch suddenly,
I may be caring yet act so don't care so surprisingly.
Sometimes I just don't care and I am not afraid to say,

I don't care how others feel when I say I don't care either way.

I will improve and I believe I will,
I am acknowledging my flaws and forgiveness I seek.
Everyone lies and I am no exception,

But I am human so hold me to no expectation.

I alone knows my life, besides God, I'll be dammed to let someone in.
Even when I do they will never see the entire thing.
I have seen dead bodies, I have watch relatives die,
My heart has a numb side but I rather let it shine.
Am I ready? Maybe, maybe not but in time I'll decide.
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.
Z Feb 2018
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.
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.
Z May 2022
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.
Z Oct 2024
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.
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 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 May 2018
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.
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.
Z Feb 2021
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!!
Z Dec 2024
You feel pain and you do not speak it,
You endure heartbreak and yet you do not speak it.
You feel pressure and stressed and you do not plea it,
Zion you get in troubles yet you do not speak it.

I am speaking to you Zion, I am speaking to myself,
Zion, why don't you speak, Zion why are you so weak,
Why do you open your heart to everyone even when destruction is what they seek.

Know that no one knows you better than me,
Even though you don't take them on, though you don't really care.
How is it you enjoy your own company rather the company of others,
I see you are a bit confused by things you cannot fully comprehend.

You feel lonely and you do not speak it,
You stand alone and you do not need it.
You prefer your pains to be your own burdens and you do not plan to release it,
Zion, you have things important to say but who told you told you it's meaningless to say it?

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