Deep with the Caribbeans depths of turquoises blue
A life that must people do not see
Coral reefs of all shapes and sizes of beautiful sculptures
Sites of the unusual the norm and history that dates back
Swimming though a 747  and a cruise ship is a trip in itself
Dropping down a wall 300 ft for 10 minutes is a feat of it's own
Night diving in pitch black with fish darting in and out of your light
And the almighty Whale Shark you would not believe what a creature

To sleep in a straw hut set out over the Caribbean, no TV or phone
Just *** Runners, spliffs and good island company

Darkened gray skies, followed by a moonless night
Blowing trees, howling sounds, pouring rains falls upon them

Not knowing what this time will bring them
So they can only pray to see the daylight

As the waves crash ashore and the waters flood the streets
Debris flying like bullets as car topple and houses are flattened

The morning light only shows shredded trees and a lifeless landscape
Water poisoned, no food, no shelter, no electricity, gone to the winds

They have only 3 choices, to pray, to wish and to beg for help
What is one to do after travesty hits there life not just their home

I took my love and took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

I've been afraid of changing
I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older

I'm getting older too

Passion within me
Passion descrete
Passion so mildly
Passionate meek
Passionate willing
Passionate me
Passion me lightly
Make love to me

I cannot see myself
Yet I can see others
I know who I am
By thought of mind

So who am I?

I look in the mirror
I see a repeated vision
That always changes
So how can I believe that is me

So who am I?

When I speak
I hear my sound
Do I mimic words
Or are they my own

So who am I?

I have a birth certificate, social security card
drivers license, that's only picture and paper
It holds no value, only the purchase price

So who am I?

I have a mother and a father, who I cannot relate to
I have aunts and uncles and cousins, family that I do not know
So do they define me

So who am I?

I walk and talk and eat
use the restroom like everyone else
I buy stuff, pay my taxes

So who am I?

They say I am created in Gods image
So I am a God

The say that Satin is one of God children
So am I a Devil

So who am I?

They say that I have evolved from apes
They say that I was a single cell *****
They say Moses set our people free

So who am I?

I know that I am only one

The jail house poets life is a busy one
Creativity comes from everything
The sounds, the people, the surroundings, his life

His pens and paper for which he needs
Is gathered endlessly through hidden deals
They have to be hidden from the guards and search teams
Deals are illegal in jail and straight to "the box" you go
* the box a 8' x 10' ft concrete room, let out only 30 min twice weekly, you stay there for 1 month*

His days consist of deals for the ones who hear about him
In jail the call him AKA The Professor, AKA Dr Phil, AKA The Psychiatrist
He reads books, his favorite, the dictionary and the novels, the Executioner

He writes endlessly and treasures his writing with fear of losing them Strange to some, always asking, why all the writing bro, they then read
He now has another client, the lines build and the writings are produced

Writing 5 poems a day, everyday, some days more for is clientele.
He had no worries for his following was was large and was always paid

What does it take to open someones eye's
What actually makes someone change

Does it have to be from seeing hurt in another
Does it come from health issues in yourself
Does it come from a lack of money
Does it come from a death

Do you eye's not need opening
Is there no reason for change

Is your life a routine
Comfortable in life
Have everything you want

Why can't it can't change from the heart
Just look around, see what's going on in this world

You say you will not make a difference
Same old cliche, heard it a thousand times

Make a difference

The feelings of love are so wonderful
But when the newness fades away, does the romancing stop

Do the word "I love you" still have their true meaning
Do the looks of passion change to looks of disparity
Do the words "let's do something together' mean go on you own

Things do seem to be comfortable, but if you do not show real love
Sometimes things happen, sometimes

Interest in another for something different, from the lack of feelings
Your lives become separated and you individualize, yet still together
Time passes, your just another face in the room, a hello and a good bye

Just some thoughts, I let so many go and one that was very special
I do ponder at times about past loves, would I do anything different

Probably not then, but maybe now?

And we say
    What we have done
           Who we once were....

And we say
   What will we do
          Who we will become....

And we say
    Why is life so hard
           Who have I become....

And we say
    Life is so confusing
          Who am I......

If God tells you to love another, you love another
If God tells you to forgive, you forgive the other
If God tells you to minister his word, you minister
If God tells you to help someone, you help someone
If God tells you to be confident, you walk with your head high

Did God actually tell them to drink the koolaid?
Did God actually tell them to carry machine guns in Waco?
Did God actually tell them to blow up abortion clinics?
Did God actually tell the man to **** his neighbors dog?
Did God actually tell the mother to beat her children to death?

Wide awake and still in my nightmare
Haunted by the presence of my surrounding
Frightened by the faces and scared of the personalities

I feel that I can do only one thing
If I can go back to sleep will I wake from this dream
As I fade away into the dream it is only more petrifying

My mind races endlessly to break this thought
I cover my eye's with a blindfold to escape
Only now to feel trapped with the horror circling me
I am now fighting to remove the blind fold but my hands are now tied

Can't this be a dream, I pray
Only to wake and finally able to remove my blindfold
A take a breath of air, and open my eye's to see
Is the nightmare finally gone

Only to see the bars on the prison cell

Lonely people lonely lives
Lonely people often cry

Lonely people lonely lives
Lonely people lead a lonely life

Lonely people lonely lives
Lonely people die a lonely life

Just when you feel you have the upper hand,
Do you find yourself under someones thumb......
--
Just when you feel one step ahead,
Do you find yourself trampled upon......
--
Just when you feel that you know someone,
Do you find yourself as the enemy......

I believe I have logic
Yet, I cannot find my brain

I believe I can see the future
Yet, I can not find myself

I believe I have a purpose
Yet, it might have been a dream

I believe I used to have a voice
Yet, I never make a sound

I believe I do what I've been told
Yet, I don't want anyone to come around

I can feel their eyes are watching me
Yet, no one is her, so I lose myself again

Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Yet, sometimes I still pretend

I can't remember how this got started
Yet, I can tell you exactly how it will end

I' hide my feelings
Yet, I never look for them

I'm still alive
Yet, I only bleed a little each day

I'm writing this on a little piece of paper
Yet, hoping someday I might find it

I wish this could have been any other way
Yet, I don't know what else I can do

Darkened and lit by a single red light,
     shaded and hidden by the night....

     A place of fantasies and desires,
          for the lonely, unsure and unstable....

          For some it is their life of horror,
               for some it is their life of pleasures....

               For a payment you can buy a life,
                    for an hour you can be whoever you want...

                    You can buy a scream, a slap, a tear, a laugh,
                          you can script your words you want to hear spoken...

                          As you return day in and day out, looking for your girl
                                              in the house of the ill repute..............................

Headstrong, yet bitten by the snake of narcotic charm...
As the venom flows, your dreams slowly begin to die
The goals, the passions, the visions begin to change
The personalty of the passionate man turns to selfishness
The confidence turns to self pity from the demon within
What was, what is and what will be, turns to nothing
The morals turn to lies, the caring turns to taking
This narcotic charm transfers itself to a necrotic death
Your family, your friends, your love, have slowly given up
You've hit rock bottom and still look for the snake's charm
It has been your pet for so long and you can't let it go
Your only have two choices, to slither in it's hole and die
The second is the *most important decision of your life

Both man and women get caught in the heat of the moment
When out and something sparks the fire they can't wait to get home

They touch each other as they drive home;
The mans words are we'll make love all night long
The girls ****** desires rises above the norm

As they get home, kissing and touching, ripping their clothes off
She says slow take your time enjoy this feeling bring me pleasure
He says, you know it baby, with only one thing on his mind

As they get caught up in the heat of the moment
She want's to be touch, caressed, kissed and pampered
He agrees, but wants only one thing, it's always in an minute

She thinks after hours, they can cuddle, spoon and talk
He thinks about other things and wants no part of it

After only few minutes, he says he's sorry, give me five minutes
She wonders, with still a small bit of excitement

He has to, of course use the bathroom
She has seen this so many times before

5 minutes go by, and he pops back in with a sandwich and soda
She then says no way baby, come back to bed

He reply's, as soon as ESPN is over, I promise
She is not dumb, she knows that ESPN is a 24 hour sports channel

Don't ask me to remember
Don't ask me to understand
Let me rest and know your with me
Kiss my cheek and hold my hand
I'm confused beyond your concept
I'm sad, i'm sick and I'm lost
Do not lose your patience with me
Do not scold or curse my crying
I can't help the way I'm acting
I can't be different though I try
I don't mean to get lost
I'm sorry I can't always remember you
Just remember I need you
The best of me is gone
Please don't fail to stand by me
I was once like you
I've always loved you, so love me please