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ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
wont ever find a man like Z
i achieve
wont ever find a man like Z

g when i ball you cant lie ,
you shall fail i shall win,
this a classic,
so call me the only **** real g left,

i believe its true, awaiting destiny,
here down to my last breathe,
wont ever find a man like Z

in the suites like crispy creme,
yall know it hurts,
when you try an **** with me,

you know i ball till i fall,
projects laws from the block,
lil homies fresh out on bail,
ready to promote fear,

fort knox on the scale *****,
same story,
******* looking for some glory,
bet they will snitch,

like the game is told,
fame came with gold,
no second place trick,
thats how the code goes,

ain shedding no more tears,
even if homie gets locked up,
makes you think,
shouldnt have put the body in the trunk,

hit the ****, you know the deal,
its only right B,
im here for you from the beginning,
yall wont ever have a man like Z,

"bring out the best in you, come **** with me,
my destinys your destiny, yall wont ever find a man like Z,

~in the future we will be, together forever its our destinys, yall wont ever find a man like Z,"~

things wont be the same oh my lord i might blow my brains,
let the money rain, theres no more pain, fall in like bootcamp were war fearless, dodging enemy fire, no paid holidays just a lethal business,

by now they hear me, this aint no draw, droppin bodies, barely surviving, come try an stop me youll die fast, because its our hobby,

no test, no heaven descent, i stay prepped with sticks youll die when i squeeze the trigger *****,

looking down on the nation, considering world *******, ive seen people give up like noone loves them,

how deep do will we sink? you think im gonna drown? other countries go down with the push of a button, so dont make me push it yet,

dont try an play me, everything i own i earned from work, i wont let you confiscate it,

call me the PRESIDENT, i stay blowing trees, so put my song on the radio, going down in history, yall wont ever have a man like Z,

~"bring out the best in you, come **** with me,
my destinys your destiny, yall wont ever find a man like Z,

in the future we will be, together forever its our destinys, yall wont ever find a man like Z,"~

i pray that you listen, i promise to be there, im hurting so bad, this has to be hell,

at a young age i said father forgive me, confess my sins, so how can i win and not be a victim ? ******* *******, get tossed i died alone,

talk to my homie in prison, till my phone died, i tried, this isnt right/ my boys got 25 to life, back to the drawing board one more time, go die,

send some comisary down the log, no more lines, ****** up how they gotta sleep in the penetentiary they whole lives,

tragedy, this cant be, outlaw till im dead, serving up these fiends, hit up my tre deuce set, drop the elbows an get to coasting, chick want my d bad, got that ***** straight bussin,

when will i be free a equal citizen of this foreighn body, this your boo baby, your lover an home body, yall wont ever have a man like Z,

~"bring out the best in you, come **** with me,
my destinys your destiny, yall wont ever find a man like Z,

in the future we will be, together forever its our destinys, yall wont ever find a man like Z,"~
ShowYouLove Sep 2017
Bread of Life seed that dies to be reborn
You shine so bright like the sun in the morn
You blanket the heavens at night with the stars
Divine Physician come heal our scars
We are your people called by your name
By your word I let go of my guilt and shame
Your love reaches the depths of my inmost being
I lay my burdens down at your feet and it is freeing
I place my trust in you and walk across the water
I am but clay in the hands of the master potter
Keeping my eyes fixed on you I will not be afraid and sink
You are the living well from which I drink
In your Spirit my soul is alive and I am living well
You are the healing rain when I am in a dry spell
Come to me and hear me now, meet me here this day
Bless me and look kindly upon me listen while I pray
I cannot feel you near where are you hide not your face
Come now and bathe me in your love and grace
You are my breath my strength and my hope
You are my lifeline a safety rope
I look to you Oh Lord my God I need to see some sign
That you are still there and your hand is still holding mine
Renew me Lord my heart is burdened and heavy
I'm tired of running and fighting and maybe I'm ready
To start coming back so run to me as I come home still far
He'll take you back and hold you close and meet you where you are
Be at peace and come start to heal
Know that I am God and that I am real

there are sometimes a vast silence between us,
it started as a small divide.
there seems to be a vast ocean separating me from you,
and yet love remains.

no matter how small or how big the space between us,
remember I love you, I am grateful for you, and I forgive you.
Words need not be spoken, but just know that I am always here
ready to embrace you in love to welcome you home.
I was thinking of God's love for a wayward child.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Like ocean, where ships set sail.
Prodigal and free.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
uzzi obinna Mar 2016
I know my father will be back home crying because of me,
And even though with him is where i need to be,
There is another out there calling out for me,
The one they said will give me pleasure and ecstacy.

They say there are chains and shackles there,
But those are the words of those who fear,
My heart is dark and it doesn't care,
A new adventure is worth the dare.
Just thinking.
Pearson Bolt Jan 2016
it dawned on me as i
brushed my teeth this
cold and frigid Sunday morning
that Christianity is predicated on
caricatures of morality and desiccated
imagery guilt-tripping and manipulating
the emotionally malleable with sycophantic
fantasies of sempiternal enmity
simmering infernally within dogmatic
magma melting mundane minds

we aren't made in the
image of the invisible
and the more i study
the face looking back
in the mirror i can't seem
to find a single similarity
between you and me

you've spent nearly fifty years
in service to a deity Nietzsche buried
half a century bent-kneed but
somehow i'm the one who
needs to try an open mind

in the face of such
deafening and deadly hypocrisy
is it any surprise i rose
in revolt against this
putrid apparatus of control

it's sad
you see
you fancy yourself an image
of the Nazarene but you're
so unlike your savior
a Sadducee dancing like a cobra
to the whimsical melodies of
snake-oil peddlers so

by all means
pray for me
the clouds can't hear
your desperate pleas this
galaxy is apathetic to our
finite and fragile existence
a momentary blip on the radar of
a fourteen billion year old universe

yet you possess the audacity
to believe an intergalactic being
instilled you with predestiny so
you can judge and condemn just
like the villains in
your beloved fairy tales

tell me the truth
do you even read
the lines of red bled
across the ancient pages
of your gospels or do
you just pretend that
Jesus said whatever
makes you happy

clearly you fancy yourself
the center of the universe but
as much as i hate to be
the bearer of bad news
the world revolves around the sun
not the Son of Man

i'd rather brave the depths of hell
than grovel before your
narcissistic King of Kings
i will never beg for
you to forgive me
i freed my mind and like
a canary in a coal mine i'm
insistently pointing towards the exit
so crucify me if you will
even you couldn't escape the irony

abandon your holy text for works
of art and philosophy and science
your scriptures are a tale
told by an idiot
full of sound and fury
signifying nothing

i will not relent in my
blasphemous semantics
nor repent for my perceived iniquity
your Christ is interned within
an unmarked grave outside Jerusalem  
and before long now we
will all join him
though admittedly not in
the fashion you'd imagined

there is no feast prepared
for my inevitable homecoming
so keep your ring
a golden band reminding
those who read the
anthologies of history of
property and slavery

i'll deny until i die
i won't bind my mind to
your tepid theology
i am not the prodigal son
"I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on god."
- Albert Camus
Jenny Oct 2011
With ships sailing from dusk to dawn,
this is when God finds His prodigal sons.
Who swim in circles
searching the shore.

With sails filling from rise to fall,
this is how God hears His son's mournful calls.
Which flutter and fail
through winds wailing more.

With sands shifting from near to far,
this is why God knows His sons live for stars.
That burn and die
leaving them an empty core.

With souls trailing from up to down,
this is where God sees His sons stroke toward ground.
Where He watches ready
to open His heart's beating door.
August 2008. A poem and prayer for my 2 brothers, Nick my husband, my Dad, grandfathers and uncles who all love the sea in some way. Now our first born son too, we have yet to see who he will become. :)
Shilpa Shyam Jan 2014
Sometimes as I lay still, eyes closed,
Bathed in memories,
Of riveting detail,
I'm not unlike Gulliver, on an island , pinned down by the Liliputs.
Awake, but, I do not know where ,shackled as I am,in time and space,
by these snippets of reverie,staking claim
to my mind
And I am for now, a felled giant.
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