Thinking Thoughts

THINKING THOUGHTS

Nothing in life is guaranteed
so every day just sow a seed
but dont be sure life starts tomorrow
live with joy but better with sorrow
A quiet place I think my thoughts
to ponder wonder all life's faults
A calm cool space up in the hills
I stay away from a life of thrills
cause life is life and life is ill
im thinking thoughts of joys that kill
what can I say its not my will
I hold my frowns and take a chill.

Mind on ecstasy, thoughts come to me
suddenly like wind moves on trees
pen in hand,down in like quick-sand
where did thinking thoughts begin?
a heart on fire a burning desire
im touched by sounds of higher grounds
I speak, I hear I will not fear
every word in sight I write my dear
Im high im high up like a kite
my mind is bright, tears cannot fight
my thinking thoughts take flight tonight
before too long HEs out of sight.

Mythical_Poet

draft 1

Poetic Isolation

POETIC ISOLATION

Its not poetic he meant, its 'profectic'
to be understood you can forget it, Oh
but better accept it, you cannot change
friends few but thoughts are strange
bizarre bizarre im out in hills
nothing around but silent chills
I felt the spills inside the life
voices low with reverent awes, awe!
this is not wine or drunkards dreams
you pray its dreams or so it seems
the way you are and cannot change
call it trouble, moody old scenes
All in the dirt, cold and hard
floating into worlds of dreamy stars.

Changes changes going through changes
making peace with self I fight, fight
and the struggle lasts throughout the night
its not a beard that makes me what I am
but thoughts so weird, imaginations feared
cause the seasons shifted now Im drifted
soul to sigh, the paper ground  dry,
I isolate myself and dont know why
the well is empty, where rain was plenty
the sky is lonely, am I the only?
My poetic isolation got me stationed
talking to myself-solitary conversations
here we go again-emotional rotations
words of blessings- artistic creations

Fallen on rocks where deserts are many
where is me with power to help thee
Inspiration flew like birds in a tree
fuel was up now down like economies
fermented wine with loss of time
I sit alone inside my home
or a cave, a grave, a wilderness slave
Im drained, im drained, repair me now.
the hand above does take a bow
my engine changed all screws and bolts
no oil remains, old clothes with stains
new oil to come, when hands are done
cause im a son a patient one
a brand new me purification come


Let the rain fall down and make me feel
warm warm dreams of heavenly themes
feeling different is never what  seems
isolation roams the night like a thief
to rob and steal sanity appeal
My thoughts before I never could reveal
but in the begining when time was real
and what is real is not what you see
reverse the order and let things be
my fear to fly is time going by
down  from high, the legend of the fall
cause nothing is perfect that feels perfect
defying the rules -a price to pay
or just obey than go astray



Mythical_Poetic@artist
draft 1

Life Aint Fair

Life aint fair, Life aint fair,

thats why I dont care

cause it aint fair.

Death is near, death is fair

everyone has to die

dont ask me why

for we equal in death, not in life

and thats what we fear

how we die and when we die

dont ask me why

everyone has to die

Ask yourself, why am I born, why here

what deep purpose is there

living life just for tommorow

trying your best to put away sorrow

afraid of this horrow, no tommorow

this deep deep horrow called life

whats the point

we all fear tommorow, the ending

causing fearing death is fearing life

one on the same coin,

flip flip we die tommorow

life aint fair unless you're brave

life aint fair its not your blame

life aint fair but play the game

where winners are loosers who sell their soul

from mountain tops palaces of Gold

 wake up inside and cannot hide

asking the questions but know not the answers

just maybe I do living in denial

prophecies preach its going down.

Its all a trick- so call me crazy

or read the book they say will save thee.

Mythical_Poet

draft 1 (workin on)

Deadly Magnets

Deadly magnets pulling  like quick-sand
slowly by slowly falling away from land
Never should have touched this magnetic fruit

run close or played with the other side.
Now these deadly magnets are weighing down
to escape deadly magnets will take a frown.
Cause all magnets attract those with metalic objects,
deadly magnets alluring  much, metalic me!
This poison  tasted as pure innocent fun
now poor metalic soul and cannot run.
Stay away from deadly magnets all around
or die your precious gold, O precious soul.
For Magnetic thoughts pull magnetic actions,
magnetic actions make magnetic habits
all habits -magnetic ways, ways of deadly magnets.

Mythical_Poet@artist

draft 1

The Way I Am 2

Always been emotional from even childhood days

its the way I am

my moods got out of control at seventeen

if anything im glad I never did drugs or alcohol

If I ever did drugs I may never recover

meaning im prone to addiction

its the way I am.

Ive always been left handed, from childhood

its the way I am

everything I do is with my left hand

I may seem quiet but really its my personality

just a witty side of me Ive yet to agree.

Im not antisocial Im just not social
im not mean, im just too kind, which means
I dont want to be the way I am
Sometimes these moods get the best of me
let me talk about them a lil bit
See im not a drug addict, never tasted drugs
nor an alcoholic, never tried those things, yet
I feel im addicted to something else
something not seen, not fully understood


Cause I dont take drugs, I am a drug
yet look what these drugs are doing to my body
Im tall and skiny but let me explain the highs.
See the highs come and go like wind moves on trees
suddenly, dont know where it comes from only how it feels
I cant sleep thoughts start to race so does laughter and then I cry
its confusion but fun, its good then bad and then im sad
I feel energetic, hell ye im creative, with ideas never so plenty
I feel it coming in the air o I touch the sky
feeling so creative gets things done one by one
writing poems in minutes like magic dust sprinkled on my head
hear comes my showers of blessing flowing from above, im alive.
These occurences push me to ask the following question
Am I normal? Yes, but im far from it.
Cause my stuttering is annoying so im writing to avoid speaking
and my left brain is rebelling , right brain  enjoying the feeling
of a roaler coaster moving faster im afraid it wont last.
For these negative feeling plague me like a disease
but i'll be okay cause its just the way I am!
My mind goes on trips around the world
in my living room where thoughts travel to places new

Its either the holy spirit or im hypermanic
or an evil spirit making me this giggly and comic
I feel like dancing and skipping with just one high
im so happy that I start to cry
its bliss, O heaven must feel like this.
But why me? Never did a thing to get these highs
Dont smoke! Dont drink! Nothing
Inside my brain is something, same time its nothing
cause im poetic, artistic, destructive to myself!
holding myself together like a thread
 hanging of the edge of the cliff of insanity
should I ever let go would be a calamity of calamity
cause I think outside the box, escaped a mental house
but nothings wrong with me, Im only dreaming
the way I am. Truth is
I fear I am not ready, I fear I am too weak
I prayed that glorious voice was mere imagination
that I never was moved by a power so strong
so gentle and so tender it melted my heart away
That I never did speak back to that tender voice
that I never did have dreams as a kid, I only wish.
For the dreams I never understood I now do
the things I never knew I now know
that some force is watching me, even as I am solitary

Could I watch this world suffer and not do a thing?
Could I hide myself away and not hear the world cry
Every true prophet risks his life, can this one?
The divine habit is of not rescuing prophets
I wont be a dead prophet
HE better take this gift from me, this poetic abilitity
this spiritual sensisitivity of scriptural comprehension
this wisdom, all the things I never took to myself
cause I never could ask to be this way,
 I weep for humanity, for a life of calamity
but for how long can light hide, will it not be seen
lest it be put out into utter darkness, the evil side.
For the ones least expect will be this way
never knew it would be like this for me
Always knew I was different, but never understoody why
and this is not attention seeking, this is reality accepting
who do you beleive in?
Is it God? Is it money? The finer or the wiser things
I beleive in God and God beleives in me
So what does that make me?
Materialistic society chasing that money
I fear for society and the truth it fears
that whe're  all living a fantasy dressed in the garments of reality
cause the truth is theres a thin line between insanity and sanity
Who do you beleive in?



Mythical_Poet@artist
- draft 1

Nah Mean (My Version)

Verse 1
Wa! Haha! Track Evil E, mad you nuh, nah mean

real militant song from Damian Junior Gong

Time fi mix my verse wid dis, nah mean

im going in

Unu better realize its the signs of di times
Straight jeans, ghetto youths and dem lock him a Jail
tings are not what they seem
mi no judge nobody dat mean

open your eyes to di wolves in disguise

fill up your lamps and dont beg  no oil

eat up dis food fore it spoil

u nah mean

Dis black man a real african nah mean

it run inna mi vein like Usain nah mean

mi tall like Paul Kagame nah mean

real child of Rwanda nah mean

mi poetry prophetically seen nah mean

mi hear words clear like a beam nah mean
mi drunk an sick off dis pen nah mean

come sample this lyrical cuisine nah mean

cooked straight from my mental canteen nah mean

mi fi de inna books of esteem nah mean

cause man stan up firm wid Jah team nah mean

yey yey, nah mean

Verse 2

Floated to a few scenes nah mean
but Jamaica a di real deal nah mean

Mi verses visit like the Queen nah mean

get highs like me smoke dat green nah mean
It coulda inna man genes nah mean
man ano false prophet zeen dat mean

dis is real, me is genuine nah mean
flashing final scenes nah mean, quiet audible voice nah mean

baptize from before me was a  teen nah mean
life hard but mi nah complain nah mean
hold di faith and neva give in nah mean
sell me soul you must be dreaming nah mean
under Jah guide me living nah mean
cause only the strong will survive nah mean
and all the sell outs wont be seen nah mean
Jah fire burn without Kerosine nah mean
I will be found endureen nah mean!

Some gyal style wild wid dem ting nah mean
better wait n don  run in nah mean!
body like m16 nah mean
bus up yu whole upper range nah mean
cyan manage dem machine nah mean
dem wan physical discipleene nah mean
wan man inject some vaccine nah mean
but man walk firm wid Jah zeen nah mean
bad gyal better beleive nah mean
dem fi clean  rinse out wid salene nah mean
spiritual hygiene fi dem heat nah mean
respect, and mi nah demean nah mean
my motives are umpteen nah mean
Kathlene u better cool whats between nah mean
and back off like a dumper truck nah mean
mi still looking a Queen nah mean
dedicate dis verse cause dem mean nah mean


Dem cyan fine man like Dudus nah mean
mi no inna nicotine nah mean
all bout natural living nah mean, mi is a Augusteen nah mean
no coke an no damn heroin nah mean
bwoy record  clean and clean nah mean
smarter tactics fighting di scheme nah mean
righeousness stick like a glue nah mean
thoughts bark when mi mouth pan seam nah mean
prison i'll never visit nah mean
God give man talent fi use it nah mean
a life mi a pree nah mean, 24 hour routine nah mean
you betta get fi know bout di king nah mean
fore him touch di road and start blaze nah mean
rather be humble and clean nah mean

Verse 3
Pick up a book an read  nah mean
cause man a dead inna di street nah mean
be vigilant and be unseen nah mean
mi no wan no bullet no coffin nah mean
and drug man get tripple 16 nah mean
locked up or never again seen nah mean
and knowledge is the door and the key nah mean
him hype  but unsigned no deal  nah mean
and dis easy like cake to me nah mean
im speaking arrogant themes it seems
mi use up mi spit like a tool nah mean
di reason why mi go a school nah mean
I write of shakespearean themes nah mean
cyan spell tambourine nah man
inspiration unforeseen nah mean
lyrics deep like submarine nah mean
in di middle of the Phillipines- marines
flow scary like is halloween nah mean
Im set like im gelatine dat means
wires lost some tangarines nah mean
up and down like a trampoline nah mean
it could be the holy spirit inna me nah mean
spilling words like red beans nah mean
skiny like Ghandi nah mean
a India man born fi real, conceived
I end with this simile nah mean
Thanks for reading up keen nah mean


Mythical_Poet@artist
draft 1- workin progress
A buffet of sumptuous similies

No Drugs Just Me

Im a nobody, not important like a Holiday.
Hello brain! How are you doing today?
If you dont read these words its just a waste
Sometimes I feel like im floating in space
like im on drugs but im not- its just me!
Good young average boy, clean like a whistle,
the only drug im on is this brain- its strange.
When did I get mixed up in thoughts defying 'logic'.
where did I get this talent for composing words?
Maybe its not my fault, it could be my left hand!
Thats slowly killing me without warning like oh no.
Im very peculiar hard to stop these thoughts
occasionally they would jump at me suddenly
like a mental ambush robbing me of sanity
 feeling like a Junkie  lately, I've been so lazy
myself in this mirror is my only enemy
Its sporadic, manic, and no drugs just me!
I wont shave my beard again, keeps growing back
I feel 'D---evil' beard  again  taking over.
No marijuana, no ganga the reason why im high
no Vodka, no Martini thats inside me- O why!
To keep these thoughts inside is dangerous
I write poems and verses to detox.
Ive written  verses in minutes then wonder how
I ask someone to read it and they say wow!
Everything comes naturally, flowing like a stream
Im down so I cry, im happy and then I fly
round and round then back to the sky
I laugh and write wicked words, I wave them goodbye.
I get dreams that come true,O yes they do!
Is anybody out there who is just like me, I shout
keep talking to myself to reason things out.
Its like am walking through a town but feel O alone
people staring me, but it could be just me
Am I paranoid.
Its like I see and hear things cant be seen
Im like weather, changing  and storming
cause as the rain stops falling the sun starts shining.
I speak to myself- am I crazy? Is anybody even normal?
Does anybody even hear me, its a mad mad world.
Like why would I blend in where I dont belong in?
Or why should I fake myself to fit in?
This brain is slowly killing me, and seriously
my poems dont belong to me occasionally they visit me!
Everyone has some form of addiction or insanity
Theres a bit of crazy in a bit of everybody
so when you point at somebody it hurts emotionally
Its confusing but makes sense mentally
No drug has ever kissed or physically touch me.
No drugs, just innocent virgin me.
Who'll condemn me, like a puzzle who'll solve me
Who'll say im mad, who can figure me
They'll never figure me, no drugs in me just me.


Mythical_Poet@artist
expressing the way I am
draft 1

Peculiar Child

What has school done for me except bring
pain and misery. I never did fit in.
Who were my friends in school I never
did have many, maybe two if any.
Why did I feel like such a lonely kid
why did I isolate myself from reality.
Why were my grades never so good except in
poetry and English, I never like Sciences
I hated Math, I couldn't tolerate it.
Why was I average as a child, introverted.
Why am I the way I am- why is summer hot?
Why was I this shy, why does time go by?
Why was I so sensitive, so emotional and antisocial
Why was I so quiet.
Tell me why am so sensitive and ask so much questions
my emotions is the hardest task I ever had to manage
My teachers said Im lazy and eat too much food
but im not trying to be lazy im trying to be good
Im trying to be perfect and not do what I think inside
from myself and reality am trying to hide.
Was always willing, they took advantage of this
still nobody knew me, Maybe one or two close friends.
Reading was hard but spelling was easy.
Use to daydream alot so they said to pull up my socks
never got into fights except one time without warning


Why did no one pay attention to me, teach me
Teacher teacher why are you shouting at me?
I was attentive but the whole class was noisy.
Its clear that nobody understood me, gentle me
awards day in primary was my worst memory
nobody listened, saw or heard me. I want award too!
I must be a ghost cause no one knew me.
A peculiar child, unusual child, solitary child
curious child, average, average.
My two worse days- awards day and graduation.
Was I stupid for never seeing an A
I Was never an A student SO how did I make it?
A VERY peculiar child I was and still am.
As a child I had a wild imagination, strange too.
Before the age of ten I thought an angel fed me cookies
I would see objects in the clouds forming, why?
I had dreams but not many. One was very scary
and the other was less scary.
At one age I thought Jesus was coming and ran
to tell my mother.
In school I was always left handed, teased and
bullied sometimes. I dont know why. But I was shy.
Why was I this way, I really want to know
cause nothing was wrong with me, honestly




So school has done nothing for me, really
I learn differently, I ask too many questions
My head in the clouds, my body in a chair
Sometimes I use to think why am I here
im so bored I get so depressed sitting this test
sporadic thoughts, unpredictable like weather
I sometimes wonder if im in control of this ship.
I feel too much I let people too close to me
I trust too much, am innocent to reality
im too kind and them im way too mean
Im selfish, unusually strange and mythical
my temperament is a secret I had better keep
my behavior is kind, gentle, my bipolar story
Was a very quiet child who never fit in
making friends was hard for me
I somehow felt like nobody liked me
Hated going to school, but went anyway
took alot of bullshit and ate it silently
often my anxiety would kill me slowly.
At 17 I had my first emotional breakdown
This continued for years until I learned to cope
The ups and downs, the highs and lows
The voices were few, the dreams were too
I felt like a burden to my parents and everyone
I wanted to run away but to where?
I did my best in school and never dropped out
I learned to cope with the stress, the tests
Eventually got better. My story.

Mythical_Poet- 1st draft

Judgement Is Coming

Keep going, keep keep going for judgement is coming

the world is crying, crying the world is, its judgement!

Its coming, its coming, its coming, judgement is coming

I wish I was dreaming, dreaming, wish I was dreaming

It will be hot, it will be hot, judgement is coming

A day of pain and depression every man tested, sealing

A day of confusion, misery and destruction massive

Its already here, take a look around, its not fantasy

Only the strong will continue, only the righeous will live

only heaven will remain, I fear of this pain, pain

Oh God have mercy, the world leaves no choice, choice

Who will last the battle, who will win the war

who can stand the test, and come out as the best

The day is hot, everything will burn, who will stand

Who is righeous, who is unrigheous, the curtain will rise

As God makes his entrance, its already here, judgement.

I can see the sinner break down and the proud frown

I can see the weak rejoice, as haughty fall down

I can see the rich poor and the poor rich

The heart of man will melt like butter, like fire

the holy spirit will work mighty in that day

Families will mourn, people will loathe

we brought this our way,they say, we caused this calamity

the trutn will shout on that day, the dead will rise

the sinners will cry, every one of them will die

The profit mongers will take their breathe.

Like a storm blowing the trees, every soul on his on knees, O

the battle of Armagedon, good and evil will meet the ring

But ill be okay cause I know the lord and he knows me

see he spoke to me and thats my word

three years ago his voice I heard

he let me know its alright and the end is near I have to fight

and the fight is faith a glass full, im a soldier I stand tall

cause no matter the weather whether rain or snow

imma make it, ill never let go

Im stronger today than I was Yesterday

Ill never bow down, never will I stray

I know who I am theres no stopping

I keep on keeping on when Judgement is coming

I fall I get back up I fall again

I keep on falling, but keep getting up

If I was weak I wouldnt be here, I must be strong, a fighter

Only the strong will continue, lets see how I am

cause If God is with me then I am.

Theres nothing I cant live through If I just beleive

I do beleive

I feel the power of the holy spirit, ill never sell him out

Hes mighty I feel him so now Im strong

The world mourns but I will laugh when its all said and done

what Id do to hear his voice once more

cause If you ever heard his voice you'll cry for joy

Mythical_Poet- 1st draft

Man and Woman Story

If Jesus is the Groom then the Church is the Bride

if the bride is the woman then Jesus is a man

If woman came from man then man birthed the church

Man and Woman is one, the church and Jesus the same.

Jesus is the church and the church is Jesus

what is Jesus without the church, whats the church without Jesus.

cause if the church is people, I am the church

Ans if I am the church that means I am Jesus?

Every man is Jesus. Every man the Devil

So the temple is the church, no, the body is the temple!

weighed on the scale of choice, its all choice.

A virgin lacks experience like a fool lacks wisdom
and pain is the tool that gives birth to knowledge
A living sacrifice of body, heart and soul

a marriage is made when the woman says I do
the two souls become whole

she takes her vows, profesed before crowds

but the crowd is the world watching events.

See not all the crowd is married who witness the marriage

not all the married witness who are in the crowds

a tricky situation with knowledge played loud.
Cause Jesus the blood sacrifice and the woman the murderer

not all the world sees the lamb as the saviour

woman lives with husband like the church with God

but the woman is divided with life in her belly

not all will survive, not all will stay alive, we all try
in every child a promise, a gift for a curse
And Mary was a virgin when she gave birth a son
and the son became the light brighter than sunlight.
Man and woman love, man and woman fight
man and woman is God shining with light bright
Cause when the two come together O what a sight
forgiveness they grow in grace
Its man and woman story, its humanity, the great controversy
history, llegacy of society
The fame of travel, Jesus never left the east.
A story of life, a story of death, a story of survival
a story of love. A story of sacrifice of human life
the value of life to ensure all have life

Mythical_Poet

draft 1

Gentle Stranger (Another Version)

We spoke at first some years ago

I heard her voice as clear as snow

but where did she so sudden go

oh, only she would surely know

Few would see her poems kept

for when she stepped for joy I wept

and on that night she moved me up

a mighty joy she swept abrupt

Of memories years ago she brought

a comfort voice, a comfort thought

today she comes, tomorrow she goes

where is she from perhaps God knows

One thing for sure she made me strong

her words and might a brand new song

She always will, will always be

the closest  someone could be to me

When will I hear my friend again

my patience tried out in the rain

she comes and goes just as she sees

suddenly like wind moves on trees

Though years go by as things do change

will always recall her voice so strange

so when I think where could she be

somwhere afar in clouds of melody.

Mythical_Poet

The Way I am

Dont remember who I am, where I am

its like am half awake living in a dream,

bouncing back and forth to reality

my childhood is a fantasy

only a memory of fiction, not reality

I paint a perfect picture piecing together the puzzle.

Mirror mirror what do I see

close my eyes to escape reality

of a fantasy world we all live

all created to survive this game

there is no one to blame, blame it on the game

The way I am

Im a shadow, a myth, a ghost, dont even exist

Am I even alive? Can I drink and drive? I insist.

Im sleeping beauty, Alice in wonderland, Snow White

little Red Riding Hood is no good

I walk to a different beat, in the hills

im gone from here

My world is like no other, my mind the eighth wonder

my step peculiar, thoughs like lottery, number is seven.

this is the way I am, can I go to heaven?
who'd you say I am, I want to know
the way I am is the way I am
understand?

My hand is left, feelings emotional
my name is mystery, born from tradgedy
to be free is to be lonely, im free, free.
Im Neo, the one, all the rules I've broken
I stand alone, forever, im shady, I die hard

My life is blessed but complicated
from fantasy im alienated
im a walking breathing extra-terestrial
a nomad I wander the earth- A Highlander

So far from where I came from
A superman from a Krypton
I hide to save the nation
a solitary salvation.
Will always be a mystery
the way I am is history
Cause I am what I am.

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Mortal Man

Mortal Man, not everlasting man, but simple man

heart beating man, living man, bleeding man

The Gods envy mortal men, men of one life

one breath, one time for all mortal men.

Mortal man, not immortal man, but feeling man

fist fighting man, working man, hungry man.

The Gods live in mortal men, men of one mother-earth

one mind, one wish for mortal men

Mortal man is weak man, willing man

created like immortal Gods of immortal llegacy

his immortal story, immortal memories of

immortal activities for mortal man.

Oh, Mortal man, mortal man I am that Mortal Man

not supernatural man but simple man, man with no plan

How mortal I am, how weak this mortal man

this mortal man, this dust of the land

Oh, the glory of mortal man, simple man

no tommorow man with a simple plan

not really a plan but survive this land, survive Oh, mortal mans!

For all mortal man is dead man, waiting immortal hands.

Mythical_Poet

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