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Sep 2020 · 101
Perspective
Z the poet Sep 2020
The earth has turned for millions of years
and it will do so for millions more
It will not shed any tears
It does not cease to spin for any war

Billion can pass in the blink of an eye
Yet this blue planet of ours will continue to spin
If we yell to the heaven or below to the core it will not hear our cry
For we must only look at each other to see the true reality within

I feel not discouraged by this simple fact of a spinning sphere
For I know that the life right now I have with others is what I hold most dear
Sep 2020 · 182
He who walks in the night
Z the poet Sep 2020
In shadows of the cold dark night
There live a creature created from pure fright
It is he who walks in the night
When I stroll in the day he does not appear
Yet as midnight aproaches my body is filled with fear
I wonder as my walk gathers some speed
where is this evil creature with his unspeakable deed
When I finnaly arive at my front door and ruffle the keys
I hear in the night a sound that turns my blood cold
For I know it is he who walks in the night
Sep 2020 · 30
Words will never hurt me
Z the poet Sep 2020
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But those bones will heal
The words are the real tools of a man's destruction
They stay in your mind and attack you long after they are spoken
The world may spin a hundred years and yet some words still remain
Their scars will never be forgoten and perhaps forgivness is shattered
So STICKS and STONES may break my bones but the words the words they can cause a far worse fate
Sep 2020 · 39
The bottle
Z the poet Sep 2020
I flip it
I drink it
I throw it
and yet I feel like this trapped liquid is freer than I
I can throw it in the trashcan
Remove it from my view and yet
The water is freer than I
Sep 2020 · 26
Cowboy
Z the poet Sep 2020
There once was a cowboy who rode a silver donkey
His donkey was not one that was the same as he and so it wonky
This cowboy he wore a single leather boot
And clothing covered all over with soot
He sure was special man for he had something no other man possesed
No mater the skill of anyone he met or talent of their hands
This cowboy had them beat for he had mystery on his side
By the time they wrapped their head around this strange encounter
The strange cowboy was gone riding with his silver donkey
Sep 2020 · 45
A view from my window
Z the poet Sep 2020
I sit inside and look upon the cloudy blue sky
From my view I see cars fly by
From above I see the clouds run across
I sit on the inside while the world continues to rotate
As the sunrise becomes now a sunset and the moon comes out to play
Sep 2016 · 112
how can i
Z the poet Sep 2016
how can i move
how can i speak
how can i feel

when all my life is an illusion
shall i show the truth
shall i hide it all inside

maybe i will wait for death to come
then maybe i will see the truth
then i will experience true happiness
Jun 2016 · 175
hollow promises
Z the poet Jun 2016
a empty shell full of lies
a grave full of dead promises
a false image being depicted as truth
all i know is a lie
all i am exposed to is deception

so let me free of these deadly sins
release me of these shackles full of lies
i would die full of truth
then live with lies
Jun 2016 · 185
some days
Z the poet Jun 2016
the world corrupt and crooked
full of lies and mistakes
but some days a spark of humanity is seen
the world becomes justified and linear
on those days not one ounce of corruption is seen
and again hope is restored
but while the next day begins to ooze out corruption
you can always look forward to a day of hope and beauty
Jun 2016 · 139
Path
Z the poet Jun 2016
we are just travelers on the path of life
there are holes we might fall in
and there are mountains to climb
but sometimes you will meet other travelers
together the road will be easier to travel
and when you reach the end of the path
a new one is there awaiting you
May 2016 · 109
Human
Z the poet May 2016
Born out of a mixture of hate and love
added with spirit and energy
a human can be created
although he can be more hate than love
or vice versa a human is a thing of unequal beauty
May 2016 · 164
a new world
Z the poet May 2016
what is this place full of wonder
this land of new customs
its culture is as loud as thunder
i feel alive here in this land
as my toes touch the grass
and the bright yellow sand
i have a place to call home
a new world to start without any sass
May 2016 · 163
Aftermath
Z the poet May 2016
All i have is gone
my past is wiped away
my future is lost
what can i do now
when the world is destroyed
and hope is destroyed

i can only rebuild the destruction
i can only fix my mistakes
i will rebuild hope for me
i will rebuild my faith in humanity
i will restore my faith in myself
in the Aftermath of chaos
the aftermath of war
May 2016 · 123
in less than a second
Z the poet May 2016
an atomic bomb drops
all life around it is gone in less than a second
every thing is changed and the world is forever changed
all happiness can die in less than a second
all the world is gone in less than a second
one mistake can be made in less than a second
the world can be changed in that second of impact
May 2016 · 184
what i am
Z the poet May 2016
i am strong
i am bold
i am kind
i am human
i am full of mistakes
i am one of a kind
i am not equal to all
this is what i am
May 2016 · 171
Float away
Z the poet May 2016
i wish i could float away
to a place of peace and harmony
a heavenly land full of happiness
a place where violence is not
and monsters can thrive
where corruption is no where to be seen
i wish i could float away and be happy
May 2016 · 150
Different
Z the poet May 2016
we are all unique
there is not a mold to make another you
we all have hidden talents and secret gifts
A hero lives in all of us secretly
Humans are a group or species
our blood and bones is something we all have
but our unique gifts is what makes us **Different
May 2016 · 207
MY WORLD
Z the poet May 2016
I live in a world full of hate and ignorance
I live in a world full of greed and egotism
I live in a world of suffrage and distress

I live in a world of hope
I live in a world full of innocence
and in my world the good and bad are never alone
one can not exist without the other
MY WORLD is a world of chaos and harmony intertwined
May 2016 · 129
My monsters under the bed
Z the poet May 2016
i have monsters under my bed
they are uniquely terrifying
one is a bill for my water
and another monster is a bill for my heat
i can not sleep i can not eat because these of the monsters under my bed
my life is in chaos and the world is falling before my eyes
i cant't do anything but to pray for it all to go away
May 2016 · 124
stuck in a bottle
Z the poet May 2016
i am trapped and i can't get free
i feel like a tiny boat in a giant sea
i am alone and afraid on an island of solidadrity
seldom do i hear the words of kindness
all i am left with is wickedness
May 2016 · 125
Goodbye
Z the poet May 2016
I am going to miss you lifting me up into the sky
making me think that i can fly up so high

I will miss the goodnight kiss
and the good morning greeting

But i know you are in a place far up in the sky
and you are watching me as i sit here and cry

feeling helpless and want to make my tears disappear
but i want you to know these are tears of happy memories
of all the moments of joy we shared together

and all i can really say in the end is goodbye
May 2016 · 143
War
Z the poet May 2016
War
what is this word that can take a life away
what is this word that can lead to the death of millions
this word that can lead to destruction of whole cities
and make the toughest of men cry

this word is WAR
a word that has been used over and over again
by lords and presidents and dictators
a word that leads to greed and death
and creates sadness and loneliness at the end of it all
May 2016 · 189
little boy
Z the poet May 2016
From a cloudy sky he looks below
All he sees is tranquil snow
His innocent mind is full of joy
For his heavenly home does not annoy
so from that cloudy sky he observes  
a tranquil land of frozen curves

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