Saturday, 30 June 2012

Changes

The storm is coming fast, and im running to last.
The sun is fading away, the cold world is crying out,
How long will this last, how long will this last
so I hide away fast, hoping to last.
Changes, changes, Im going through changes
changes, my mind is going through changes
my body is going through changes, im changing.
The world's no longer a broken mirror
Ignorance was bliss, not any more
yet we still have no clue; do you?
What am I gonna do, I keep going through changes
Ups and downs, smiles and frowns
cause lifes not a game, still you have to play
 I die before I wake I ask dear Lord my soul you take
Im waking up, its been a long sleep
but what will I  do, I keep going through changes.
Changes

Mythical_Poet, dft 1
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Wednesday, 27 June 2012

The World Is Crying


The world is crying, the world is crying, shes crying
open your ears and see her crying, no more crying.
The world is dying,the world is dying, shes dying
Open your eyes, see her dying, ey the dying.
I watch the world from my safe hide away
Im trying, im trying, Im really trying
but the world is dying, dying and Im crying.


Somethings about to happen, happen, what will happen?
open your eyes, open them , what will happen?
cause the world is crying, shes crying, save me!, shes saying
So I cry with her. I cry for her, humanity
I say to her, who made you cry, dont lie, O try
But I cant stop her cry, its making me cry, O why?
The world is lying, lying, im not buying, no more lying.

Mythical_Poet

Deliver Me


I walk back and forth in my mind
trying to figure out why, why
am I the way that I am
I walk alone on these broken streets
nowhere is my home, nowhere I belong
Ive been misunderstood, time and again
So much bullshit so I walk alone.
I dont beleive in nothing, I beleive in everything
I dont believe in something called separating
I want to be free, I hide away quietly

What is this prison im in? I want out!
I dont like this place im in, Let me out!
Deliver Me and set me free from this calamity
Or bury me and let me sleep in this fantasy
Its all fantasy, whether right or wrong
And dreams are destined to be reality.
Oh my soul how patient you are, you wait for a star
And to time, you tease well a torture better than hell.
What will my future be? I wonder, I wonder
Where will my hear take me? I ponder, I ponder


This is no way to live, this way I live
this is my deliverance- Bubba Sparxxx
Cause Ive been traveling for some time,
for some time, on this long long lonely road
cause I have to find a way to find my way.
Im so far way from home, no coming back
But Ive never even left thats the mystery!
Not gonna be bitter, it makes no sense
But I have to hide away, far away
cause I have to find a way to find my way.

Mythical_Poet
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Saturday, 23 June 2012

Thoughts Of A Poet (Hot or Cold?)

v1
Im sorry God, I cant give you piece of my heart
its not fair to you and me so goodbye.
I cry!
It belongs in my chest. You gave it to me
so why do you want it back?
I have to keep it real
my hand on the wheel
cause you're the real deal
to me there's no appeal
My thoughts I reveal
Tell me whats the feel?
Im not loving you the way I wanted to

v2
Am I hot or cold
Id rather hate, then love
am I in or out
wrong or right
brave or coward
yes or no? 
I dont really want to stay
but I dont really want to go
I change my mind like a girl changes clothes
Im never gonna change
Im no good for you
We breakup.

v3
I have a mind of my own
but I still love you and I know you love me too.
Last time I tried to give you half I got in trouble.
So go find someones else s heart to take.
Give me my portion and i'll be on my way!
I cant love you like this anymore
Im running away far away
so come and catch me if you may
cause now I actually get it!!! I found you
The further I run, the more I love you
the longer I stay, the more its hurt.
Thanks for hearing my words

Mythical_Poet
(thoughts of a Poet)

Me Against Myself

I beleive in the mirror, dont beleive in myself
Me against myself, Me against myself
stare at the mirror, its me against myself
wake up in the morning- me against myself
Dont know which way- me against myself
Wanna make it hay!- its me against myself
I love my life- its me against myself
im afraid to fail- its me against myself
I cant be dishonest- its me against myself
Its me against myself not me against the world
catching thoughts spin as they twirl and twirl
The world is mine- but its me against myself
im racing time- its me against myself
Win or lose the war?- its me against myself
or should I run afar- still me against myself
No matter where I go- its me against myself
No matter what I do- its me against myself
Only I can free myself from me against myself
Or be in hell, there its me against myself
I know what to do- its me against myself
So I try and talk it through me against myself
For as long as I remember- its been me against myself
I have to be real cause its me against myself
I cant face God until I face myself
when I look in the mirror its me myself

Mythical_Poet
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Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Embrace What is


Either nothing has meaning or everything does
And a clock is ticking so make a choice.
No soul did wish a life but a life ever soul can choose
enjoy each magic moment, everlasting life, time after time.
Embrace  what is or damn a life,O damnation!
A blessed life or blessed worse,
accept a flower or eat a curse
No man has choice except what is
What is is, what is, is what  is.
O whats happening my soul,
what is with thy troublesome hole
of  worn memories, youth is delicate.
Now take a bow or take a mend
Beautiful lie for unfortunate souls, no.
For no man can change what is
Embrace what is and live
O my soul God cant wait forever!
For God so loved the world, everlasting life
God is
not everlasting strife, pain, like everlasting knifes
Hear ye O Judgment the verdict is come
two counts of darkness, ignorance is this
for the light has come and knowledge is bliss
Heaven or hell, a choice for a kiss.

Mythical_Poet
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inspired

Monday, 18 June 2012

My Will or His Will?


 Can one ant change the mind of the most high
I kid not, does God pity men with prayer
For if it bless not your cause
is it not his will
Oh I prayed for a yellow gold truck with no luck
So I looked for a job to buy my yellow gold truck
My will or His Will
Let our will be done.

Is it my will or his will, the question.
Its my will to dance across the seas go
places unheard. It was my will to go to
Australia, Ive long heard
It was not my will for the plane to crash.
Its my will to go to the bank today instead of
yesterday, it was not my will to get robbed.
Whose will was that?Not me.

It is not my will to pray, I prayed not
Still I went against his will, I did not.
Now everything remains still, I still got
shall I remain in this spot and will not.
My will or his will, I kill time
I move in circles trying to cure mine.
If everything I try to change Gods mind
Then I am a God living blind.

Mythical_Poet
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Proverbs of Hell (My Version)


Never let adversity steal your light, fight
and he will run vanish deep into the night.
Hell is a road paved with gold, a blind promise
find the fuel of faith to travel this road,or run away!
What is heaven without hell or man without woman
what is a choice without a consequence, a net without a catch
What is life without death, more life is more death
more pain is more sorrow, no sorrow is no joy

What is love without hate, O Lucifer, fallen star
what is God without man, man cannot breath God
what is Good without evil, light without darkness
night without day. What is the sun without the moon
What is spring without fall, winter without summer
Old age without youth, time without eternity
O what is life, the question of all questions, what?
What is a man without choice, choice without freedom
freedom without salvation, salvation without redemption


Love is evol spelt backwards, God is Dog please forgive
Man is cursed we all know though in some a  light will show
What is religion without God, why is God so confused
What is separation without diversity the spice of life
What is a match without a winner, a winner without a loser
Work without pay is nothing more than slavery.
Knowledge opposes ignorance  as right is to left.


Welcome to hell, home of the brave and few fallen
Heaven is for saints mastering the art of perfection
Hell is for fear of failure, the irony of all ironies
For lo in the clouds I see a dark hole, a hole great
I see the king on his throne, with light and light bright
With a white face and naily hands he fly's down to land
But no! His beauty face changes into a dark screaming sight
 for the Devil is a light shining bright.

Mythical_Poet
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My version of William Blake's Proverbs of Hell




Sunday, 17 June 2012

Let Me Escape


Let me escape the night, out
the bright danger zone of light
Let me fly away, down, down from
the sky above, live to love my flight

Let me drown in sorrow, heavenly horror
dark days of young years and full futures
Oh, let me escape, dont worry, dont worry
The light is chasing the night.

Let me run away, run away, far away from town
or let me drown deep down in death, death
Let me escape my thoughts,escape my pen
or let me be lonely, lonely as the night.

For I escape the night how will the light
shine my eyes and window  my sight
So I cannot escape myself, myself let be
Let me escape the night, or let me be me.

Mythical_Poet
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Saturday, 16 June 2012

Bipolar: A Time Slowing Disorder

Living with a mood disorder is never easy, but it can be controlled. Bipolar Disorder affects many
people worldwide. It is more severe in some people than others, a very complicated disorder it is.
I am very lucky and blessed to keep my symptoms under control- its almost like I dont have it.
Essentially its a brain disorder that produces highs and lows at unpredictable times.
You can go from having a wonderful day to feeling down and anxious. Likewise you can go
from a down and irritable mood to feeling euphoric and elated about life.

Many people dont know they have mood disorders;the brain is a very tricky and complicated organ.
I certainly had no clue until my late teens to early twenties when it became severe. I tolerated  lots of
mood swings and still did not understand my condition. I would drag myself to school in the morning
literally, not be able to sit down for long periods of time etc. It became so bad that when under stress
I would cry. When happy I would do the same except for joy.

Here is a list of common signs or symptoms of people who experience bipolar

Depression


1. Over- sleep and personal hygiene deficit.
2. Irritability and low energy or desire for any form of activity
3. Feelings of worthlessness and low self esteem, shame, guilt and self pity
4. Crying or sobbing for no reason at all
5. In some cases- temper and violent anger (due to irritability)
6. Isolation from social settings (due to self esteem, low energy, worth issues)
7. Social anxiety (due to isolation and self confidence issues)

Mania
1. In severe cases- extreme joys and happiness, laughter (causing tears )
2. Euphoria and well-being
3. Exaggerated confdence and high self esteem
4. Lack of fear
5. Rapid thoughts and ideas, quick talkativesness
6. unplanned extravagant shopping sprees
7. In severe cases- possible hallucination of auditory and visual stimulus

Mixed Episode
As it suggests the person many feel high and lows at the same time. A feeling or sorrow
mixed with joy. It is a dose of self pity mixed with gratitude. It is very confusing.

-frustration and sorrow
-grief
-joy
-confusion- a bitter sweet feeling

Bipolar disorder is very complicated. It is different from person to person.
Depending on an individuals belief system and experience, code of ethics,
symptoms may vary greatly.The best solution is to avoid high levels of stress,
have balanced diet, exercise, rest and sunlight. Stay away from mood altering stimulants
 like drugs and alcohol. People prone to mood disorders must control their environment
People who are hyper sensitive must learn to analyze themselves and watch themselves
Overly emotional people are more prone to self destruction and addiction.

Mythical_Poet

Can I get Money?

So much money in the world
nobody feels my pain
I need some honey

Can I get more, more
yes, more
Can I get money?

Can I live?
Can I taste my dreams
Can I get money

Can I get food
Im hungry
Can I get money?

Can I be me
Can I be free
Can I have a possibility

Can I get money
Please, Kanye
"can a young man get money anymore"?


Mythical_Poet
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Friday, 15 June 2012

Thoughts of a Righoeus Man

Lord save me from misery, this is not the life for me
Im awake while the worlds asleep, its deep
save my soul from whats coming, the world a horror flick
This mess is bigger than me, I dont understand
Am I to blame for the worlds tragedy?
then forgive me or forgive them; I dont deserve heaven
Naked I came and naked shall I return
Until then my soul slow will burn
As I await my time, my turn

God save me, please save me, grab me and take me away.
Im a soldier but this life is too much, too much
You know I try, I try you know
I do play by the rules. Can a king take orders?
The futures looking dark and hopeless I cant face it
only you know If Ill make it.
God save me.

Im a soldier, but im stronger than this
Save me from all these damages
I stand alone, solid as a rock
Im sorry mother I never meant to hurt you
your son is dying of a broken heart
with a holy pain, all I feel is pain
Give me a death like Jesus, God save me.

The good die young, the world is trying to tell me what to do
why was I born; to become a slave?
shall I pass the point of no return, do I have a heart brave?
Indeed many dont make it, playing by their own rules
give me freedom or give me death
I spit on the worlds face and embrace an early death
the choice is mine, give me the test.
if there's no love, ill stay in isolation .

I cant believe death is on my mind, dear lord
lift me up from this place, without a purpose life is worthless
still I keep my head up and pop a smile
I write a verse all the while
Thoughts of a righteous man, no lies
my enemies spun a web for me, to keep me down
If I die today, I try

Mythical_Poet

Thursday, 14 June 2012

Pleased With Myself

I dont want to be the ordinary
I dont want to be the crowd
I dont want to be Pathetic
I need some purpose, or im just wasting my time

If I never amount to anything
please know this one thing
I have never been so pleased with something
as great as the joy my poetry brings

Lord knows I try, if I never touch the sky
just feel my loving weary eyes
I have never been so sad yet happy
with the talent God has given me

Im pleased with myself, Yes I am
I've already succeeded the race.
Cause if I think it, I won it, the prize
I cannot be tied down with lies

Ive found my purpose, im no failure
I doubt myself no more, im a creator
I'll know my life is worthy when I write poetry
If Im not a poet, there's no point to it.

Mythical_Poet
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Destined for Hell?

Im a first born, a loving but selfish soul
Woe is me, no longer with pity and frozen cold
Im a left hand, I should cut it off to kill a curse
Im nasty and mean in cranium dreams.
I follow the rules for show, then break them slow.
I hide. I fear. Im locked up, hypocrite
An alien I am, extraterrestrial being, no ending
Im just begining.
 How did a good picture get spoiled, I fear myself.
I fear the voices of hate that doth much love
Sometimes I feel like im destined for hell!
Theres a dark side inside thats surfacing slowly
its always been in me for as long as memory
I hate it! I love it! I cant deny it! I cant hide it no more!
Its calling my name, telling me I dont belong, somethings wrong
im going through changes, never thought I would, could
Im starting to see the danger outside of good.
My heart is saying, I shouldnt trust people
really? Cause all I see is evil, the world is evil.
If you only knew the half of it, a humble soul with one hole
Father please forgive me for the things I cannot change- 
to accept the things I cannot rearrange
I know not what I do, or think- im holding for dear life.
Ups and downs, smiles and frowns
happy today, sad tommorow
im in love with an endless sorrow, my lifelong horrow.
thats gets me high without drugs or wine
I touch the sky only to fall down to earth
Am I a pyscho or psychotic, what did I do, a good guy
Or maybe im not, the tables turn.
I dont understand this new me, hes, hes tricky.
I need a Parachute to catch me, help!!
Im falling, im falling, from the sky
woe unto the inhabitants of the earth.
he could be my friend, this friend, whatever he is- I dont know
Listen to Jesus as he laughts, hes a monster too just like you!
no goody goody shoe. Think im nuts, continue to
I hear the evil crawling, Ive never been so scared
Could the truth about myself be what Ive always feared.

Mythical_Poet
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Wednesday, 13 June 2012

I trembled


Man trembled like a dying fool
like a fool he trembles for food.
No man shall dine with God, suicide
and be the same man with
breath and soul, higher levels untold!
God is a fire ravaging
a fearful rainbow of colors
a mystery of all 'mysterious ways'.
A life shall depart in
the presence of God, lonely pains
No flesh  be the same
No child will remain.


The angels cry for fear and faint,
the power of God as the sun bright
magnified like the seas wide.
O  hide under rainbow shadows!
The earth a petty place to a king
the king a petty place to a God
a God is petty to ignorant beings.
Ignorance is bliss as knowledge is this.
He trembles, for no man can keep sanity
the gift of God for silent souls.
The world a petty place to God,
HE trembles for calamity, fallen humanity.

Mythical_Poet

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

A Love Poem

A LOVE POEM

O my love, dont worry im here
im here dont worry, dont fear.
Come to me, come to me my love
Kiss me, kiss me tenderly.

I loved you when I saw you first
I moaned for you, endless thirst
You came my way, I want you more
If I cant have you I'll die for sure.

O my love, my love, I love you dear
Dont turn me down before I frown
dont treat me like a circus show
I want you now, I want you more.

When I see you I get so sad, sad
A love poem  to share my love,
Come hold me close and never let go
tell me you love me and love me so

Of all the girls you are the one
My love, my love, I cant keep strong, stop it
Tell me you love me too, what should I do?
Tell me you care, my thoughts I share.

Mythical_Poet



To My Love

Your eyes are warm like the sun
Your lips are plump like pink cake
your hair is long like rope
As far as nature your beauty is serene
your body is strong like a horse
The way you smile is in style
My love you drive me wild.

Mad World (My Version)


Man this world is really  full of sadness
full of sadness, full of sadness.
I just cannot figure out this madness
out this madness, no more sadness.

Sometimes I ask myself, what evil is this
evil is this, all this madness.

I dont know what I will do
Im feeling kinda sad, and even though
im young, expression makes me glad
glad, glad, glad

They say the world is almost over
almost over, almost over
They say make Jesus Christ your savior
Christ your savior, life is over.

This world is really mad, I know
this world is mad, and even though im
young, in time I will be glad
glad, glad, gone
Mad world, mad world, sad.

Mythical_Poet



Monday, 11 June 2012

To Unbelievers


Do unbelievers really believe?
I know.
Do atheists really believe in nothing?
Surely everybody believes in something!

For they do the things  believers do,
they feed the poor,stay strong and true.
Dont believe, but visit the sick
am I delusional or is this a trick.

They sing and shout and live a life
they do their best under strife
For they dont care, and still show love
they found the answer from up above.

I watched believers, as they go by
Walking on air, heads to the sky
shouting the words, come all be saved!
building their house on a road not paved.


Mythical_Poet
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Sunday, 10 June 2012

Why Do I go on my Knees

Six billion people in this world, many pray everyday
why do I go on my kness, why do I go astray
Am I so special that God will change his will for me
Why do I pray? Why Dont I let things be?
For God so loved the world, he so loved me
He left his throne in heaven to set me free
the world goes hungry, but me im comfy,
I know this to be so because he loves me!
I say God is good cause he answered my prayer
what about those people dying over there?

No time for knees, when people are sighing
Now while you pray, imma save those crying
No more knees, and no more lying
Cause life's about choice, two roads deciding.
Its was not GOD really but me who fed the poor
Ive always had the power and now im sure
Like who am I trying to kid, im free as a bird
Im free to do what I want, go places unheard
Cause God is quiet and watching time flow
He depends on me and now I know.

Im really a selfish prick to make God care
when its clear to all that life is not fair
They say God has THREE; yes, no or wait
If its wait, how shall I ever know my fate.
Its true I may be wasting time and no-ones there
I wasnt praying when I took the cookie with a  chair
God can save whoever he wants, fair to say
if he doesnt save you, it means he didnt want to.
Cause God does moves in mysterious ways
So dont be surprised if he shortens your days.
 
They say everything that happens is part of Gods plan
So Genocide and hunger is all in his hands.
So why should he care about a child like me
one in a billion now thats insanity.
Would I jump of a cliff If God says to, no I wont!
I go on my knees to make myself feel better
Its not about God its about me isnt it,
yes, im evil and finally I said it.
Cause I just answered my own prayer, let that be clear
And I never had to bow down, he was always there.

Mythical_Poet
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Dont Play in the Dark

No plans for dying young, wanna see life through
I play it safe in mind, all my dreams come through
Life is hard, but I know what I really gotta do
To break  silence is a river that flows down streams
Imagination can turn nightmares to dreams
 Many are called but few are chosen it seems

Me change the world or the world change me
Me be in bondage or from bondage be free
Dont play in the dark, if you have some light
cause darkness is wrong and brightness is right
The world can turn you dark, not a good thing
Close my eyes now its time for praying.

For I was born this way, thats how I came to be
Started of quiet, now I write poetry
My life is a story, and dont anybody know me
I would say im lonely, am really not the only
My praises go to God, dont play in the dark
Causes darkness is wrong and brightness is right.

Mythical_Poet
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Saturday, 9 June 2012

Is God with Us

Is God with us, everyone dies
Is God serious, everyone tries
Is God not there, are you.

Is God with us, Or is he gone
Is God not fair, everybody fails
Is God with us, God is with me.

Cause God gives and taketh away
Im too young to be feeling this old
seeing visions of horror, my sorrow.

Life is kicking me in the ass swiftly
I cried  many tears for life, its silly
I cant be a quitter, Is God with me?

My confidence is not gone, im good
I picked myself up, time before
Is God with us, Ill do it once more.
 
Mythical_Poet

Friday, 8 June 2012

Not every Poet

Not every Poets work will be displayed in sacred books they call the Word of God.
Still many Poets have written works of wisdom and inspiration sent from only God.
Words of truth that sleep in the sacred book are the words of Poets indeed!
Every true Poet deep down know the truth about that book they call the Word of God.
Every true Poet is touched by the sickness of heaven and the health of hell.
They are neither aware of the gift or curse,
until they being cursed with the loneliness of God
accept the madness  of this loneliness.
It will either kill them or set them free from misery.
For it takes madness to understand the things of the realms not seen
and sanity is for ordinary humanity.


Mythical_Poet

Inner Me

Ill never let you go my inner wishes
I love you dearly like heart kisses
You are the way I am I cant pretend
This way of time has made me see.
Long ago I use to know you clearly
but time he made me forget for fearly
I'll keep you around, eternally near me
Cause when I write I know you hear me.

Mythical_Poet

Mistake of a Poet

Perhaps the greatest mistake of any poet that a poet can
make is to quiet the feelings of his heart. This in
itself is dangerous and explosive when the volcano of
his mind erupts sometimes in illogical manner.

An artist must be an artist and must allow himself freedom
to deny a gift is to accept a curse and that is a curse
An artist must express himself through some artistic outlet
he must have the courage to stand alone and accept his curse.

That being said, a poet must tell the truth and all of it
and if he chooses to lie, he must tell it well without remorse
He must accept his temperament and understand himself first
then and only then his words will matter to all who listen.

Mythical_Poet

Thursday, 7 June 2012

The Scattered People

I heard the voices of the scattered people of Israel. In a dream by night I was taken
to see the scattered people of the world, in every land of every tongue, a
holy people were living amongst the world. Here is the mystery! They were not
corrupted or changed!

I saw the islands and continents of the sea that held the peculiar people. They wanted
to come home, but they were in bondage. They wanted to meet the others but obligations
held them like a chain. They cried to the lord in one unison to be set free from the
bondage of slavery. And the lord said, a little while.

The mystery was great, I asked the angel, show me the mystery of the saints!
I was taken up on a hill. Ethiopia? From whence the people came and now are
gone into all the world. The angel said, "Listen and pay attention, the people are 
in good hands, and everyone that see them shall be saved"!

I was not satisfied with the answer. The angel said, "come now and see what the lord
will do". I was taken to another hill. I saw many people of many places of many
tribes and tongues and cultures. I saw rich countries. The people lived in plenty and
 luxuriously.I saw poor the poor nations too. I did not understand.  The angel said, 
"look at the dividing of dividings! The people are not lost! They are in bondage."

The angel said "listen and take note. The choosen of God are few.
Here is the curse of Israel- they keep the law to be seen as holy
admiring men's praises and praising in their own glory the wealth
taken from the people,- spirit unto spirit of life. Causing men,s worship for gain.
God will remove the burden of the bondage in every toungue, nation and sea.
The people that run,  will run no more, the people  that thirst, will thirst no more, 
The people they say are not the people but of the world and fit for hell will 
become my people before the people who say they are the people" 
 I was weary at the mystery. I said to the angel, No, Impossible. 
He said, "young man, you have much to learn, dont be naive.  Gold is molded
with fire, not everything that shines is genuine. Learn of truth, let no
man rule thee". Do not sell what is precious, be strong for the lord
and he will bless thee. The world is Gods,and everything in it.

He said, with God all things are possible! Be careful of the congregation
of saints! The people that dont look will find, the prostitutes and harlots will repent.
A worldly people will become my people and a zealous people will turn from me.
Here lies the mystery of times.
Here is the mystery of the serpent, dividing of dividings. He divides the people
from the true and living God. The accuser of the brethren.

I went to the ground and praised the lord, but
I was mourning for the people of Israel, that they may repent and see the truth. I was
depressed for days and days. On the last day of my sickness, the angel returned.
The angel shaked me up and said, be strong young man! Now add it up. The wheat 
and chaff will no longer live together. Now is the time for faith.
The angel comforted me. He said, dont say you are the people, instead say you
are not the people.Continue to study the mystery of Salvation, until the last day
He said, Listen now, Dont go to the people who say they are the people
 go to those who are not called the people, go to the world,
and do not return until they see you.Be not divided, be free! Go your way now,
 for the Lord has found you worthy.

 I sought help for my disturbance but I was told I was more than normal.
I was told by the attending Doctor I am very youthful and glowing in appearance,
I am healthy and nothing so much as a virus is wrong with me. Yet I never told him the dream!
Still I was worried for my health and state of mind I asked the lord why me,
why am I so different in my thoughts.
From that day on my strength increased, my outlook was bright. My hearing improved.
My memory was greatened more than before, I felt a heightened spirit of wellbeing and joy.
 Things were looking up. Though I had to cover my eyes. Everything I saw was deepened
This was the begining.

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Holiness


Holiness. In my chest I cant be rid
Hungriness, is fasting the love of tiredness
Joyfulness, in pain I receive relief
Sadness, the mood that follows increase.
Sluggishness is laziness I must protest
Cowardness, fear puts me to the test
Holiness is moods that change like weather
Patience, in time I put myself together

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Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Dreams of the Night

One night I retired to my sleep. Suddenly, standing on top of me was a quiet dazzling  beam of light. My heart and eyes almost left me with that sight I saw. Speechless. A voice said, do not fear young man for I have come to show you things. Come with me now. As I stepped forward trembling with eyes shut the angel of my sleep instructed me to hold tight. I was taken up to the Western part of a great and rich country by night.
 Pondering where is this place, the angel said, the place of the holly tree, a place of magic and sorcery.
I did not understand. The angel put his hands on my head and exclaimed go now young man and be careful of venom, go and take a look, go. Immediately I received Power.
 I stood below a skyscraper, the tallest I had ever seen. I was compelled to enter the
turning doors, I ran up a flight of stairs, fascinated by everything I saw and touched. The building
was some kind of top art museum, with all sorts of arts and paintings and musics,  and
peoples of all walks and fames of talents and intelligence were paraded in a celebratory fellowship glamoring their very appearance and genius. The great musicians of the world stole the gathering as they entered the parade. Beautiful young women of all races, their outer beauty was exceeding great like angels,
the desire of men and women in every walk of life. Their language sang  to a peculiar spirit. The walk of kings they patterned for they ate and drank like kings.
 It was a scene to envy. A endless party! Flashing lights, beautiful people, church kind of gathering. They all appeared happy and shining with the glow of light. This is what I saw in their midst.

I asked how did they get here? Look and listen said the Angel, dont fear, go on

Nobody saw me for I was invisible. But what was to happen next really took me by surprise.The
spirit that moved these souls was present all over that western place. I was told the very people in that city were especially covered for their souls sake!The land had become a habitation of foul spiritual odour. A place of death glittering with life. I heard it and saw it!. I was told it was the reason for their shine. And though they looked fresh with life their souls were dead in that place. Yet the world hungered and thirsted to drink  their spirit. I was shown some who did not belong in that gathering.
They did see me! The rest were blinded. For those that saw me, it was not too late. I was told they did not
take the covenant of death. Angels and demons were many on all sides with great interest. I was never so scared. Remembering the words of the angel that brought me
 I was led as if by another voice to enter one particular room with no sign, I heeded the call. I entered the
elevator door and up. I felt the presence of a spirit from the hall before I entered that room. As I approached I began to fear. My heart race with such sped. It was a mix of fear and love. I was nervous but excited.


There I stood, I saw the figure of what appeared to be a man. He was well built from the back, a tall man, playing a violin his left hand.It was the most beautiful music I have ever heard. It ran through my soul with such power of euphoria. My heart paused to listen with such intense interest.I began to dance the melodies. Suddenly the man stop playing sensing my presense. I asked him to keep playing, dont stop. He did not say a word. He turned around slowly to face me, I caught a glimse of his face. As we stared then it hit me, this was no usual man. He had a beautiful kingly form. A captain. A general. One with  authority and power, great! His eyes were bright like fire that penetrated my emotions and straight to my soul in a kind of hypnotic transe. His interest was sparked. I could not move for fear had paralyzed me. But he too was wounded by a wound with no cure. The very life was leaving him. His kingdom was being taken away. I saw in him the souls of many men for many were in him. But he was still beautiful with light! Trying to  read my every thought a silent beast he was, as if he knew my deep secrets and hearts desires every fantasy. He challenged me in the spirit sending waves of fear to blind me! He calculated my strength.Pure seductive evil! But I resisted not! He smiled at me, pure mockery!Yet he showed love! What charming wisdom I said.I was reminded of danger, the angels words came home. I desired to fellowship with this God but cried in my spirit to break free from that room- but no name worked except one, the name of the lamb! Who was the child of the east, the one who gave up the pleasures of earth and died as a soldier for truth. The man who made angels cry and changed the mind of death- that holy thing who did not bow but smiled at suffering. And death himself had to confess saying this man looked me in the eye and I did tremble and lose my key.The man put forth his left hand and said come to me my son and taste this earth Its good.Look! Immediately! I did see the world and everything in it, the mansions of rich nations, great power, prestige and lusts of the eye. Everything. You are a gem so special. The man said, forget HIM and follow me. Let me get what you have. O give me your influence. He whispered in my ears, I know the plans I have for you, yes, plans to prosper you and not harm you. I was confused saying no, no, how?Give me your gifts and have whatever you want.He whispered again, I wish above all that you prosper, you wont die but live. What is the first commandment? Go down on your knees! Live now and dont die, I take no pleasure in him that dies, don't suffer my son! Leave me alone, I said, what do you want from me? Look at you you're starving but not for food. A merry heart is good like medicine, hmm, but a broken spirit. Live a little bit and forget the rest. Enjoy yourself, dont you want it?I give you freedom. If I set you free you are free indeed! I gave myself so you wont perish, believe and have everlasting life. Yes, no, stop it.Where is your faith?Haha! My mind was twisted. He whispered, HEs finished with you,HE doesn't really love you! HE doesn't care, why should you fear him? No.Tell me. I tried but couldn't wake from the dream. Right there I wanted to die.I broke down in tears for help and eventually resisted his attack for the spirit of the one in me was stronger- the spirit of truth. For the knowledge of truth made a wall. The angels mighty words came home.
This is his power cried the angel, the power of great light
I now understood,  over those people was a spirit of fear. Suddenly the angel came and took me home.
As I landed I said to him what is your name
the angel replied, my name is Goseca assigned by Yahweh to watch you on condition
of your obedience to HIM 
Child write these scenes down and continue to be good.
Will I see you again? Shh, dont speak just write it.
Whats on your mind?
I murmured, but the angel grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me with gentle force
to encourage me of the things I saw,
he said, dont worry, be strong young man, use your gift and write
HE loves you Martin, remember this
HE believes in you, now do the right thing 
NO! Im going wherever you are going right now! I held on to him firmly with no success
No child! It is not time, not now. You have a life to live!
I wrestled the angel desperately with everything but was put down easily
I tried again and again but was overpowered.
He said shhh, it will be okay, look morning is coming!
Now Let me go, he said. I yelled No! What will you do with me, He replied?
Only If you give me what I want . What do you want?
To forget all of this. No young one, I am just the messenger
you have been given a gift to see. I cannot take it from you
The angel said, Share your writings. But Nobody will believe me
I dont even believe this, I replied,
I just want a normal life, I dont want to write poetry anymore
these moods are terrible and emotions are stormy
stop sending these thoughts, I feel so alone
Shhh, talk to the father and ask him anything 
I let go the angel. Close your eyes, he said.
My eyes are closed

As he took off he said, HEs always near, just call!!
Remember the words, ask and it shall be given seek and ye shall find, knock
Be strong precious one!!! (Echoed)

Immediately the dream left me.
I opened my eyes. It was over. I heard the birds and dogs outside
I did not move from that bed until day light.
I was very sad.
I wrote it down effortlessly before noon and then went about my business
trying to forget the ordeal.

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WARNING: I can take no credit for a dream. I hope it will be the last. I take no credit for these words expressed. They are not mine.I wish to be left alone! Sincerely


Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Blessed Irony (let his will be done)

O the goodness of God he allows the good and bad
good to die from cancer, bad live rich and glad
For the goodness of God is he lets a child get raped
but if you shout his name you're just as good as saved!
O the mercies of God- make your prayer request
Try the Blessed Irony and put him to the test.
O the sweetness of life it all works down to plan
To win some, then lose some, a coin flip in his hand.
For God wills the death of children, 'mysterious ways'
Genocide and hunger is just a game he plays
He loves you he lets you to see another day
but the rest  unlucky, a life is thrown away.

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Spun a Web (Inspired)


They spun a web for me, spun me a web
they plot to capture me o release me!
They spun a web for me, what did I do?
They spun a web for me, it true.

They spun a web for me, I cant run away
They spun a web for me, I cant even play
I cant work or eat the things I like
Im just a slave till I rest in my grave.

They spun a web for me, I cant get money
They spun a web for me, aint nothing funny
They spun a web for me, all I feel is pain
horror movies, killer spiders all the same

They spun a web for me, the world is mine
They spun a web for me, but still im tryin
They spun a web for me, im just a stranger
and I wont rest until I meet my savior.

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Is the World Coming to End? pt2

Many people say the world is coming to and End, yet the world is begining for so many people
born everyday. My experience with God is so different from everyone elses, that is why the
bible encourages us to seek the lord, it is an individual and personal sacred thing like a marriage.
God will only come to you as far as you reach for him. If you dont risk anything you wont feel.
God is calling everybody into a relationship with him. Saying, give yourself to me. Only we
have the key to start a relationship with God. We all have a mind of our own, seperate and unique
in its own right. God wants us to love ourselves and embrace our peculiarity- he intended this.


Our experiences are purely psychological-what we see as real or fantasy.When I write that much of the world is not open to spiritual things its because we have been distracted from loving ourselves which is actually the first thing we must do before serving others.If we are not selfish how can we be selfless. Everybody has a selfish nature- dont deny it to a certain degree it is a normal part of you. Allot of the world is living an illusion about who God is! This is because they have been deceived. They are under a spell, a spell for the mind. What many people consider God is actually Satan and what they see as Satan is actually God. Its a mystery

Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling! Once you pass the point of no return you're 
on your own. You go through changes.Theres no coming back. Your mind will become what you give it. It will only go in the direction you drive it. There is plenty at stake. If you dont take control of your mind. Somebody else will. If you leave your car open- it will be stolen. Freeing your mind is a difficult thing-especially after you are accustomed to thinking a way for a long time. If you dont have an open heart- it means you are frozen and God cannot help you. God calls you to freedom and salvation is delicate. Do not let anybody change you. Everyone who believes will and can hear the voice of God for themselves

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What Happened to Me on April 4, 2009

 On April 4, 2009 I heard the voice of the holy-spirit.
It endured for the duration of a minute or two. It was so real!
In the night time of the spring  season
I was sitting in my home when everyone had gone to sleep
I was by myself and alone when it happened.

It happened suddenly and unexpectedly
Inspired by the spirit to speak I said to God, Father why are you stirring up my memories? 
God said, " I am reminding you of my love. Always remember what I
have done for you".

I said--Why are you doing this?

God-"Because I love you Martin"

The voice said to me
" bad terrible things are going to happen". I sensed an impending danger in the near future.The voice said, "no matter what happens remember to be faithful and be ready".
"Be a good christian, be faithful to the end"
 For a mere second I was afraid. I saw a unsure doom coming . I thought Jamaica was in danger.
 Later on I felt like I should warn people. But how?
Then I remembered that the voice only spoke to me and did not give any command.


 I thought to myself perhaps the world was in danger. I could not understand
why me?It happened at a moment I least expected.
God speaking to me? I was in denial for a few weeks or so
trying to understand the meaning of this experience, it was really
on my mind. From time to time I would remember.
Then
I felt in my spirit a kind of doom and fear about what was going to happen, something terrible in the distance was coming but I was not allowed to despair for the presence of that spirit moved through me and stirred up mine own, it was a rather  blissful experience.
 My heart was stirred with the spirit of God, from head to toe.
Fully awake
I shed tears of joy, for such pure love bestowed on me, why me?
It was as if I was floating on a cloud, such calm rest and quiet soft words
I did not deserve it. My heart bled in indescribable joy, I was loved.
I felt forgiveness and grace and mercy and compassion all at once

 I asked the spirit what was going to happen with anxious sincere interest and desire but no answer was given me. Instead the spirit encouraged me to remember these words and to never forget.
Gods final words were, "The world is soon coming to an End Martin"
And that was it, it was over like that.
What refreshment it was. The whole thing was a refreshing, I was so refreshed

Except for a few, I kept the whole thing to myself- never said a word
for it was on my mind, it troubled me. I was very careful to close my mouth
The words were comforting, full of assurance yet full of weight on my part

 This occurred early Saturday morning 1:00 am or perhaps late the Friday evening.It happened after I resided to my sleep but no sleep was in me. I resolved to get up and not long after my spirit was slowly stirred up, more and more, which led to my utterance. I was fully awake and conscious. I felt passion and euphoria. I knew immediately it was the lord. Emotions of joy filled me and tears came rolling down, and then I spoke.  Nine months later the news of the Haiti earthquake visited me.
Could this be the beginning of what the lord was saying-terrible things are about to happen?There's more that I would like to say. In those moments I felt as though the lords heart was broken as he spoke to me.He was saddened by what is to happen. Its as if he wanted me to think.
Indirectly he was saying a test is coming


What is about to happen will not be what the lord is doing!
It is what the lord is going to allow. That is whats very horrific about it:
God was pulling himself back in order for something to happen.
he was removing his restraining  power

I continued to ask questions but no reply was given. The spirit left me but he words stuck on my heart
 and mind for I never forgot nor could I It had been permanently fixed

The next thing was to write the words down before I went my to bed because it was late.

From that moment onward
 I received a new strength of confidence like never before. Weeks on I was still in denial. Was I in the presence of the lord? Why would the lord speak to me?Indeed I felt his spirit, but it was like a ray of the suns warmth on a summer day. I was one with God.

I SHARE IT.

THE POINT OF THE MESSAGE
The above is not my own words, I could not ever invent such things
Please give your heart to God, something evil, very evil is awaiting the world
Give him your heart while there is still time.
Let us pray and encourage each other.
you and I need the protection of God or we will not survive whats coming
This is a prophetic message given to me
I am not perfect, but I believe God wants me to share this
and do my part to win souls for him, like everyone else I mess up sometimes.
The truth is
Great evil is coming at the same time great power from God is also coming
Are we ready for the outpouring- it is almost here
Do you feel it? Are you ready?
Which side will you be found on when the destiny of every mans soul
will be decided in the spiritual world where our thoughts live.

Something to think about.


Martin Mutabazi

Monday, 4 June 2012

Poetry Saved My Life


Poetry saved my life, poetry saved my life, if only poetry could be my wife.
Poetry stayed with me when nothing else could be. Poetry talked to me when
I was lonely. Poetry is my friend who knows God personally so when I was lonely
poetry connected me. See when I say poetry saved my life, I mean exact that.

Poetry has known me for many many years, for many many years I never knew poetry
Poetry is in me, and im not joking, I tried to run away from the word spoken
I didnt choose poetry, poetry chose me, I didnt know how much poetry so loved me
And now I write poetry and it will be, my legacy, my story for eternity.

Why did poetry choose me? Maybe because I humbly sought a way to escape reality
When I was lonely it was the only thing there. Sincerely poetry answered my prayer.
God reads poetry. He inspires poetry. Hes a lover of poetry. Poetry is beauty.
I know he read my poetry and thats how he saved me. Cause God is love. And God is poetry.

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Everything I Am

Everything that was made me everything I am
Everything in time made me write this rhyme
Everything's a child sleeping deep in my mind
Everything im not made me everything I am.

Everything introverted is everything I am
Everything poetic is everything expressive
Everything normally is manic reality
Everything crazy is depressive fantasy

It turns pain to joy like water to wine
It turns thoughts to words in poems sublime
Ill make fame a fool she'll fall to the floor
I isolate myself to make sense of life no more

For why do I cry without a reason why
Why does God speak and have a need of me
Why do I laugh with no joking staff
Everything I lack made me everything I am.

Cause no way can explain the way I am
I only feel pained for the victims of lithium
like tears from the sun to quench this crush
Im in love with a mixed sorrow everything I am.


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Fairy Fantasy.



Catchy clubs with toilet tubs all been done before
every grab a tubby journey deep down on the floor
All the while a dreamy cool and calm boy resides
a place of horror gravestone sorrow homesick all the while
close the eye and make a wish and risk a what can be
or shut a hole and drown a soul in fairy fantasy.

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Game of Circles




Ring a frown come to town stick around and play
all the way yesterday its all to go astray
chubby chucks, dairy ducks, giggly games I wait
One and all, rich and small enter silly gates
Now and then ring a frown meet a clown and pray
lovi dov comfy snugs it all will be okay.

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Sunday, 3 June 2012

Dont Try (silent thought)

Dont try to run from me Im only your friend
I see you when you cry in the dark dont pretend
Ive been watching you from a far- you're mine
We will always be one, come on, its time
I say, leave me alone, I run away and fast
hes faster and much quicker so I cannot last
He says, no, where will you run, im behind you,
mind you always beside you, im inside you.

You're not who you think, so stop the pretend
embrace me now and stop suffering a friend
No! I dont want any part  leave me alone
yes you do lying to yourself acting like a stone
No I dont, so leave me alone, help!
I told you before, your soul is mine quit trying
come on try me and see that im good.
Yes, I mean No!And thats final. Understood?

(Haha ha haaa haha ha!!) me or him, a choice.
thats about the only truth listen to my voice
let me teach you arts- make music to me
write a verse of poetry
celebrate me and be free
this world has made you change
dont you remember me, look down inside, 
you are what you are you dont have to hide.

Dont try to run from me you'll only make things worse
Dont try to be good or ill make your good into a curse
You'll never be rid of me so forget thoughts so silly
I cant get up, I cant climb  up the road  so hilly
finally the weather changes- im back to normal,
but now it starts all over again- dont try to be formal.
What did I do is what I dont want - its abnormal.
Dont try, okay, shhh silence is the way- a criminal

Draft one-June
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