I got a desire,
Burning me down,like fire
I got a feeling, like I may expire,
I feel to be ,a celebrity that may transpire,
I got a feeling burning within me!
But every time I try,
It backfires.
I retreat, I retire.
I got a desire,
I feel my hungry children,
I feel to get rich,
But everything goes wrong....
I got this dream,
I want achieved before i die.

When I sleap ,like i am doing,
I see the sky ,
So far unreachable,
Yet again the ground is so hard to contain,
I just admit to the lose ,
That I am lost ,yet nobody can find me!

God is a God of fairness
When He gave out hobbies,
He never forgot me,
He gave me a hobby,
I am a crooked cigarette smoker.
I am a writer,
I am an athlete,
I am a reader,
I am a leader ,
I am a friend of writers.
Thank you God.

I am writing this to thank God,
Because he never made me a looser
I am a winner.

One request,
God make me a man of substance,
A man the world will see,
A man a world will respect!!!

God I thank you
You have protected me,
Your taking care of me,
I am save!!!!
You gave me security!
I am happy ,
You gave me happiness!
Thank you God.
You are my LOVE!

I fought a war so tough,
Kicking and throwing my fists in air,
I used knifes and pangas,
Clamps and rods,
My fingers were strong ,
My biceps were quick,
My brain was sharp...

I trained as hard,
Did as excellent ,
Worked in orderly program.
I thought I was excelling !

Finally ,
My battle for life grew weaker,
My muscles were strained ,
My brain was stained,
I resorted to die,
I accepted to loose.

Doing great from the start,
But I died,on the finish line.
I dropped out of way,
That is why ,I ask where loosers go,
I need to go there.

I know you see me a poet,
But I am not one,
I am mathematician ,full of formulae,
I am a chemist,full of stoichometric equations.
My duty in poetry is small,
To just let out true information,
That cut into deep my heart ,
And make me crazy.
I don't think I makes me a poet,
Perhaps it makes look like,
But I feel it within me,
Flowing like tap water ,
No strain,no pressure.
But I am in the sea of mathematics,
Where the inlet and the outlet is chemistry.
So you know me.

My old shirt that I wore four years ago ,
Touches my feelings again,
I cannot fit into it,but I can force my body in,
I have a wish;to look just like I did,
To expose my muscles,
How I wish Ivyn comes around,
She bought the shirt herself,
She was my girlfriend ,
But something went wrong somewhere ,
The fateful night she stroke my heart ,
With a red hot nail,
"I don't need you anymore"
She said,
Was the same night I hang my favorite shirt,
From the day,haven't worn again...
But today I miss her,
I need her touch,
How I feel her presence in her absence,
I need her to complement me,
She should tell me how I look in my old shirt,
The one she bought.
I love her again.