On the Act of Creation 2

I have a very blessed life and I thank God everyday
despite few challenges I still know how to pray.
My life could have been worse like you have no idea
where I could be without Gods bright, bright idea.
I see Gods blessings but I still feel the curse,
its what I dont understand on the acts of this verse.
How can something so perfect be so wrong- how?
I sometimes think; where would I be if not in this place?
Where im from and where im going is very hard to trace.
I may never understand the act of divine destination

but I made my decision to question the act of creation.

Mythical_Poet
26 May 2012

A Heaven

With all my heart I hope there is a heaven

for without a heaven this earth is all I have

this earth and what it has to offer

what I dream and what I see

and all that is within me

I hope to travel the globe some-day

and hope there is a heaven for me

Mythical_Poet

Evil Beard

Grab Faith

When you're feeling alone and sad
as if nobody understands your pain
when things r not going your way
and you cant get what you explain
reach out and grab the hand of faith.
God is everywhere waiting to catch
just beleive!!
Now get up and do something.


The Evil Beard

I feel the evil beard inside
am growing so and getting scared
he wants to take hold and slow
to kill the good child,  oh no.

He pawns like here I am goodbye
or is my alliegiance for good and why?
Could he be in me that better way
or perhaps a spirit sent down to stray.

The evil beard grow and grows again
I feel his power time and again
A wolf, a snake, a goat and then
I hope to kill the beast, amen.

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No Title

I know who I be -- no bluffer
Cant stand the pain of patient suffer
being a doctor-I had to ponder!
with that carrier of much desire.
Theres more to me like blissful words
science for nerds and doctors worse.
Depression's a storm that always passes
something I took like all my classes
One thing I know no doctor for me
I switched up lanes, for another legacy.
And whad ya know it payed off swell
And this my story only time will tell
my mind felt choice as hot as hell
no longer he cared and so he yell
Two roads with signs and could not spell
I took the better and it went well!

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In my Mind

Climbing the age ladder is reality to me,

more and more I see some special in me.

I have much to give and its all in my mind,

the key to open doors of thoughts and ideas.

I want to share but life is not fair, I know,

so I jail answers to many of the worlds ills.

I have to say it and say it fast

cause time on earth is not gonna last.

These thoughts are unusual I dont know why

I have to express myself --I  have to try!

I have athletic brains that need exercise

my powers been waste, and thats not wise.

To dash all  fears, i'll be okay,

climbing the age ladder is not fantasy.

Come take my hand, I couldn't care more

to jail thoughts longer is crime for sure.

Theres so much thats wrong and I can fix it!

but only for guts to climb up and risk it.

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The Fame of Travel

I wish for thrills in foreign places with new faces.
I wish the seas would visit to me.
I wish, I wish, I wish!

For years I wished a new shoe on my feet
the joys of buying the desires of my heart
I did..

I wish of distant shores to escape a life that bores
I wish of birds that fly up in heavens sky,
as they shoot down like a falling star. I wish.

I wish of fame without a name, of being seen without restrain.

I wish of television dreams, bright lights, starry beams.

 I wish a new life. I wish to know!

Living leads to learning. Travel changes ways a road can turn.
Loosing something you cant pay back,

is the fame of travel. A part of me.

I wish of mountains and tall buildings, angry oceans revealing.
I wish of joy rides and new things, something more that life brings
Then I close my eye and breathe the sky, haaa the fame of travel- as time flys by.

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9-May 2012

A Poet is not always a Poet

I said I wouldn't write another poem
I said I'd put down the pen
I said I'd walk away, run, hide- I tried.
I said I'd think no more, ponder no more
now I'll drive myself crazy for sure.
I needed some outlet
but a poet is not always a poet.
His inspiration moves about like wind
effect of which seen but not understood
his sincerity speaks in times of grief
his words are not his own.
His  lips take trips.
Its like magic how he puts words together
a empty vessel
the potter is not far behind

Some-days a poet will wish for other things
maybe a love to quench the thirst of his heart
maybe some other activity to make his coaster life sweet
sometimes a poet draws, sometimes he observes no laws
He can be a reckless soul, with the hole a gun aimed at him
A poet is not always a poet, though he may not know it.

Poets do other things, when its time for party he rings
poets love to smile, are sun rays seen all the while?
Sometimes he feels on top of the mountain
other times he tips close to the edge
with the debate of a voice in his head
looking down memory lane like should I remain.
A poet can go years without writing a word
without being seen, without being heard.
He needs just a thump to pull him out his dump
or some wild affection to make his heart jump
either way some addiction will hold him down
and so he frowns


A poet can do so many things
which can make him be nothing at all.
A poet can feel lazy. When hes down hes down
when hes up, hes up.
A poet is unpredictable.
Hes never right hes left
Hes not a sheep, hes a goat
He dies for words to preach his mind,
 but hates the crowds that live behind.
A highlander with many faces
who lived life in many places.
Hes not always solitary, though its hard to fit it
he always finds some reason for living.


I say a poet can be lonely. He is sheltered with understanding
fed with expression, entertained with wisdom.
the use of his gift gives him peace
the knowledge of himself is his paycheck
the necessity of his curiosity keeps him going.
He says it is good when his work is done
and  rests only when perfection is met.

When not in writing, hes conforming to hiding.
He eats the crumbs from the table of heaven
to avoid wasting in the bin of hell.
He prays for every opportunity to escape the prison of his sentence
and then drinks when the windows of heaven open doors of rain
He is delicate like a puppy or flower
but ferocious like a lion in word power
He is most of all a mental case, an outcast to his own fate
one who seems to have escaped the confines of some ward.
But you will never know it cause a poet is not always a poet.


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Eazy-E- Dropping Jewels

All a game

die like a star

living your life playing the game while niggaz starve

got it going on, wish we were there

bring your own rules, when niggaz try to play fair.

Aint nothing fair in this game of life, gotta get yours before you loose your life

the game is designed for them to win; think im lying? Think again.

They already got a number reserved for your ass!

dont be a fool and join their class

they want you to enrol in their institution,

so they can pimp you with their new form of prostitution.

Wake up my niggaz, get it clear

dont be a slave to this game called fear

got a mind? Gotta use it

because if you dont they will abuse it.

Dont be a victiim to their game

learn the rules my niggaz and do the same

theres alot more money on that other side

and my niggaz you dont have to run and you dont have to hide.

Taken from the rapper Eazy E- last words

all rights reserved to the writer., RIP.

Bands

Many bands live in many cities, they're so many bands in town.

You can join a band if you like, we all have some band we like.

Some bands baptize to brand, all bands claim  the best brand.

All bands have fans, all bands loose fans.; truly they're many genres of bands.

All bands have  lead singer, most bands sing, shout and pray before a show.

All bands sell a product over and over .They're so many bands dont be confused.

You're only left to blame if abused. What bands do best they use

most band decieve

Some live their life for a band,some work hard for their band

some even die for their band, some lie for their band.

We all belong to a band, a band with few codes

that conflict with other bands who tour on  roads.

But heres the one thing bands have in common

all band need to make a profit, to keep the band going

All bands have to tour, they have to move to win souls

they go about here and there with sweet sounds to share.

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Where Poems are born

Poems are born conceived by inspiration and emotion
who drew together to form a holy combination.

This song is unique to me secretly heard from behind
every day is a brand new poem I see in my mind.
My journey begins not when the sun rises 

it ends not when the sun falls down.

So long as wind lives inside my temple I'll pen
every experience under the sun is a poem.
It dont take long to write this sacred word,
I close my eye then a voice is heard
he whispers softly some old hidden memories
or wisdom cries gently, bringing tears to victories.
Suddenly, my brain forms images
like weather my mood changes
completely still I remain.
I Focus and push rapidly the stroke of a pen
paper thoughts racing faster than the feet of men
here, there, everywhere, are bits and pieces of them.

Its all confusion, I say let there be light!
and there was a light shining so bright!


Then things fall together  like a puzzle making sense
I read my poem  line by line for confidence
Its amazing how a new poem is formed in mind,
created sweetly from a writers voice
begining to end for a  poets choice.

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