Be lucky that it's clear
that I'm here
and not in your ear
making rhymes about
******* and beer.
I'm here
knotting so many fallacies that
I could be queer
but it's clear,
I'm here.

Still here, that is.
Or... maybe I should be lucky.
Let's both not take here for granted.
Even when it aches,
like reality has some sickness
that we can neither cure nor talk down,
we must remember
that we can no more not be here
than we can be in our dreams...
If you can't understand those words
then you're struggling to be here
shifting your eyes like flickering flashlights
they **** away and bang bang bang against the hand of boredom
because the brain is running dry,
I understand.

Be here with me, dear literary vagabond,
peruse my nonsense. Take a bite.
Chew upon the syllables and forgettables,
like soggy vegetables.
Let it all melt in your mind,
like Belgian chocolate (forget the vegetables).
There's nothing here except derangement,
but
have you won the battle?
Are you still here?

The sound of turbulent water
running through the pipes.
The roar of trembling engines,
jostling and towing their vehicles
down the street.
The tap dance of computer keys
mirroring the senility of my mind...
The slamming of doors:
all these sounds,
as if reality is sonically transparent,
but
are you here with me?

This world is more transparent
than I ever gave it credit.
If you're still here,
I bid you welcome
to the magnificent world
of a millennial extravaganza,
growing beyond the cosmos as if
our minds can pierce the heart of dark
and render mystery a pale reflection of
ordinary!

Yes, if you're here,
still here,
things are very ordinary.
And I can never hide that from you.
I can never make you think these words are legendary,
because I'm here,
and I'm not not here,
so you take me for granted
and though I could spin your mind
like a world on my finger,
people will only wish they could be here with me,
when I'm dead,
but if you're reading this,
I'm here.

listen to me, in the time I've known you I've come to love everything about you. From your smile to your personality, from your attitude(that's a reference to your fighting spirit cause your still alive  BTW) to your caringness. There's not a single thing I or someone else don't like about you. I bet someone is willing to spend all their money for you and you know what they wouldn't care because in their mind that's money well spent. Someone is willing to do anything and everything for you. **** they'd **** myself if it meant letting you live.
I've been through a lot in my life. I've lost quite a few friends to suicide and the one thing I've learned is that all they wanted was help. You have people who want to help. You have people who love and care about you, I'm one. Not only do we care we care deeply for and about you. I'm not giving you an ultimatum because I could never do that to someone I love. I just want you to think about how much it would hurt me and your friend and all the other people you've met and inspired. You did that? Now think how it would feel to you if your killed himself or herself. That doesn't feel to good, I know it doesn't because that's how I've feel many times.  I may not know you as well as your best friend but I know you care about other people. This time though you need to care for yourself. Take a moment and just think about me and your friend and if it helps a third friend as well.
You've done that? I bet you feel happy right? Now think of all the good times you've had with then. Lastly I want you to think of your life goal. How would you achieved that if your dead?

Everything's the same,
There is no variation anymore,
Sleep,
Work,
Eat,
It's as if there is no substance,
That I have become what I hate,
Boring,
Alone,
Is there any point sometimes,
And when there is something,
Some form of petty connection,
I end up hurting them,
I get myself stuck in these awkward situations,
I just,
I just can't cope anymore,
Then I go into my own loop,
Of things I shouldn't do,
And an overwhelming arrogance,
Why do I bother?
Why am I here?

I may not be A girl thats pretty
But for me please have no pity.
For I have personality that is humorously witty.
I may not be wealthy but I am spiritually
Healthy.
I may not have the perfect teeth
But thats the exterior for I am the interior person that lies underneath.
In your opinion I may not be worthy of your loyalty.
But its ok because My God Treats me Like Royalty
Loving and spoling me
Greater is He that Lives within thee
Whom protects  the treasure locked in my heart Because he holds the key.
I may not have the most most beautiful smile.
But I have hidden gifts with an artistic style.
I'm A free spirited juvenile my life is poetry expressed in the form a freestyle
Im a person of many coats I like to call it being versatile.
My people are rare we only happen once in a while.
Now
As you point out every single blemish
Just Know That My God is Not Finsished.
No Im not person that is hollier than thou
For a made a promise, I took a vow
So To my majestic Savior humbly I bow.
To Gaze upon his glory
As he stands before me
So pure And holy
I may not be The person you think I should Be
But Im Yah's Creativity made Imperfectly in his Image fearfully and wonderfully.
It its little things and The joy it brings.
I May not be a lot alot of things
But I am the A child of The Most High King
Spiritual unique personality is what I have to bring while God's love serenades you as it sings.

It's the money
That gives him
His sense of importance

Money is the root
Of all evil

I won't be here for Christmas
I don't at all care
You're just a dying body
Sitting over there

Nobody Tells Me
What to do

Nobody

I hope I have made
Myself perfectly clear

The political events of today have re-iterated an important fact....figures,statistics and opinion polls are not to be blindly trusted 'coz we humans by nature are an unpredictable lot...we say something and we do something...also another thing...unless and until it's over the favourite isn't the automatic winner.