IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS

IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS 1


Watch me Neo this Matrix...
stay cool like an AC
to peep in my rhyme book
then you better pay me
in the presence of greatness
evading this great stress
keep it Budha and Ghandi
with words that I invest
always young at heart
im saving this for kids...
the greatness is of them

Never mind climbing when

stuck in the hard dirt

pick yourself up fast

keep keep going only the best last

IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS 2

Gracing the worlds stage in the presence of greatness
found that im enslaved, perhaps u should be a atheist
turned my anger to poetry, emotions so lovely
on top of the mount, breathing on top of my breath
paradise lost a boulevard of broken dreams
never alone but mostly its me and my lone
gaze at a King, a god, a warrior man child
they'll never get me jump away on that wild side
make it alive think twice just to survive
ironically the greatest blessing is staying alive
watching time fly high low holding it down
in the presence of greatest whenever am around.

A DARK PAST

A DARK PAST


Once a dark past now a bright future

Change on her way to sing to children
blessed victims of a old broken glass
homeless wanderers facing mother earth
survivers, trying to find their worth
seperated like east is to west
hiding from reality the sour tragedy
the sweet smell of home is lost
only found in the hearts of children
stubborn children
innocent till proven guilty
travel the road the journey of truth
what is hidden will be revealed
as a bright future for the sealed.





A POEM FOR HELP.

Please o God do not hide your face from me
do not put me in the fires of hell I plea
I beg thee let me not suffer the wages of sin
please hurry Lord and come for the world im in
It is getting so terrible, people are sick
And all I want to do is something for you
I want to play a part of your world made new
But its so hard to do what you think to do
instead you do what you think not to do
im tired of making excuse
Lord put me to use
do not let me drift away
keep me strong through the storm I say
help me find a way, give me patience I pray
even if things dont go my way
help me see the brighter day
you know I desire better
I do, down to every last letter
I write my heart from end to start
I thought of you from my very heart
do not stay apart from me, come closer
and help me find a burden  much lighter
though im young, im not a good fighter
so give me power to be a stronger soldier
through a very dark experience
help me find some open window
all the doors are closed it seems
so I can keep on moving
and finish my race, amen,

GOD BLESS THE DEAD

GOD BLESS THE DEAD

God bless the dead that survived all the lies
go ahead ask yur questions life's a surprise
you want to make it alive then try to be wise
patience will unmask the truth in disguise
act too bossy and get cut down to size
come join the race everyone wanting the prize
we all can make it if we just open our eyes
thank God and move on--head to  the skies.

THIS IS WHAT IT IS

THIS IS WHAT IT IS

Was never involved in Rwandas history
and I never will be
I never grew up in Rwanda
I never even visited Africa
yet I have a connection to my people.

I cannot speak about Genocide
I was never involved
I cannot say im affected
I was never even there
but cannot deny I was not

I need to be wise because
it is what it is
what level are you talking?
can I call my self Rwande?
when I dont even speak Kinyarwanda?


Can I say i miss home
when I dont know where home is
can I miss what I never had
life is good why should i be sad
the voice of reason inside

21 questions or twenty one lessons
just give me twenty one reasons
of who am I to talk about Genocide
cuz if I keep silent im guilty inside.


I have nothing to hide except my pride
where was God during Rwanda Genocide
was he asleep or die he die
the sun never stops the birds sing
pay attention I doubt God did something


If I blamed God would I be justified
would I be vindicated in taking my side

could I point the finger and blame him as cause

and be angry, without taking a pause

MY LIFE

MY LIFE

(Lil Wayne)
And im grinding til im tired

 they say "you ain't grinding till you tired"
so Im grinding my eyes wide
looking to find
a way through the day
A light for the night
Dear lord you've done took so many of my people
im just wondering why
you haveent taken my life? (My life* 3)
Like what the hell am I doing right? My life

My Verse rap style poetry (Martin)

Now tell me how could I START I never comprehended IT?
My life took a turn up a road I never meant for it
yow dont judge my English was never good at Math
but I bet a million dollars you'd never figure out my path
wow what am I doing right?Worse what am I doing wrong?
to survive in this struggle man you gotta be the strong
my life is heavy, Im the weight lifter watch me get buff
God knows how we thrive through all the sick stuff
My life's a lawyer, sit down let me ask you some questions
and if you got the answers keep it strictly as pure suggestions
How did I make it here? What am I doing here?
my life's a witness to the reason high 94 isn't clear
switch lanes from year to year gotta keep driving on
lets have a moment of silence the place where I come from
I get tired of climbing-- the hill is merely half my size
but you dont stop until you collect the winners prize.

WHERE IM FROM

WHERE IM FROM (DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW)

IM from the land of ancient wisdom
you know, Ghandi and the Taj Mahal
im from the east, the ancient land
born in India travelled to Jamaica
im from where the river splits
up the ladder where kings sit
am from ancient shores far away
because of traffic jams
I could not stay, where im from
im from where the Apes sleep
im from where children weep
where the land is rich
and the coffee is good
I wish I could, but cannot go
cause where im from I cannot know
im from a tragic past
written in ancient scrolls
where hearts have holes
deep dark secrets, old regrets


From where divided hearts
keep the love apart
from where the truth hurts
and lies feel good
from land of a thousand mountains
and volcanoes like fountains
thats where im from.
im from where Idia min ruled
from multiple nationalities
im from jungles where lions are pets
free like the birds in the sky
I left my home I dont know why
from where woman are pure
where  innocence was raped
and murder is praised
where mother was beaten
and left for dead
where her children survive
on a loaf of bread
her rapists they come and go
her children watch her blood flow
Ive never seen but I know
im from conspiracy theorists
the truth? You cant hear it.


Im from where greedy men feast
from where lions are not the beasts
but dressed in suit and tie
say the least
where the caucasian has his say
and the melanite lost his way
and mother is the victim
her children dont do a thing
where the truth written in books
and only time can read it
from where its better to keep silent
and guerillas are very violent
her children they run away
as Mother is left to decay
where im from I cannot go
and now you know
im from the east, travelled the west
its hard in this gungle
survival of the best
im from where a passport
is not the way out
from where even Jesus had to shout
im from where victims are more
than survivors
and Sunday mornings reveal the liars.

I HEAR THE FLAMES

I HEAR THE FLAMES

I hear the flames calling my name
waiting wondering if im the blame
I see the kind sentencing hand
writing down her final command
I smell the sulfur making me ponder

how the innocent pretend any longer
I feel the rush a thousand voices
teasing about a life of choices.
as for the years they went so fast
clocks tick and time is gonna last
then rejection smiles in my face
I take it strong as end of race
yet only two sides up or down
no middle point no vantage ground
when the master comes to town
and then the ceremony gives a feast
will I make it a life of peace
for in the end id say I do
and then with flames id mary you.

THIS WORLD

THIS WORLD

This world is so cold make sure you wear a sweater
when I look at all its woes its never getting better
I try to understand all thats done in this land
now its so clear to me that its all in Gods hand
so then I sit back, relax and take a deep breath

cause half the truth will never be told

and thats just the way it goes.


WENT TO THE BARBER

I went to the barber today and cut that beard away
and then I felt a little sad about what I once had
And then the lord came on me and this what he said
having a beard doesn't make me love you more
it doesn't make u spiritual, it doesn't make u pure

keep a good heart thats whats best to me



SURVIVAL OF THE BEST

Listen up little hombre, hear the truth I say
its a dog eat dog mentality if you wanna survive.

From Egypt to Johannesburg its survival of the best
from Canada to Miami its survival of the best
dont lose sleep u dont have to confess
you have to understand
its survival of the best.

From the moment of birth,survival of the best
until your last breath, survival of the best
dont ask questions if you join the contest
its all about power, survival of the best.
From Washington DC its survival of the best
bloodshed over bread, survival of the best
its a dirty old game one we came to see
accept it little hombre,survival of the best.

TO MY LOVE

TO MY LOVE (ORIGINAL)


Your eyes are warm like the sun
your lips are plump like pink cake
your hair is long like ropes
let me climb on top of your heart
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, so
 lets celebrate it with a toast
and just get lost in this tonight
its summer time you are summer fine
of all the girls im drunk on your wine
I cant keep strong my hands they shake
you make me feel like an earthquake
you are my epicenter,
lets build a high magnitude of love
tell me you care, my thoughts I share
im space-bound I must be a rocket ship
and you are the moon, eyes like the sun
you leave me breathless, must be the altitude
cause im not the same when you're around.


I can go deeper expressing your curvature
you are a goddess let me kiss your feet
I just wanna hold you and consume your fire
I need your heat to keep this life going
how can any creature be so beautiful
im guilty for craving your brown skin
your foreign accent,
my love is innocent so I want to beleive
then why does she shoot hearts out the sky
the impact not as bad as the long fall
right through the yellow bricked wall
can I go on without you my love?
survive on memories of a moment in time?
Lets take a walk on the other side of life
lets climb the mountains in Africa
I'll take ya
my love id buy ya the world if I could
you deserve to be treated with everything good
so Lets go to Egypt and do as the Pharaohs
boo, its true you have the right to remain silent
for your crimes you deserve a life sentence.

THIS IS NOT POETRY

THIS IS NOT POETRY

This is not poetry, this me trying to write
something, but nothing is coming in so
this is wasting not deserving of being
called poetry. this is art, splattered on
the walls of my mind squealing to be free
this is not poetry this distorted reality
foolish rambling gambling with words silly
this my mind on half a glass of whiskey
thats risky when I write so freely

this not poetry so dont judge the
contents of these fine crimes of non sense
writing whatever comes to mind I find
much highs in rhymes attention getting
it helps to express words I felt somehere
not too long ago dont know dont remember
but yo, this is not poetry.




WE ARE THE NORMAL KIDS

We walk around talking trash politics
we hate school and act cool
cuz we are the normal kids
we lie of our age and all the tricks
but why we do this
cuz we are the normal kids
we want to be free from all of this
you say we crazy
but we are the normal kids
you think us lazy, okay
yet we are the normal kids
think before sayin whos fault it is
growing up you wanted us less talkative
we came we saw and we not with this

rebels we became

 because we are the normal kids

CUT YOUR BEARD CRAZY MAN

CUT YOUR BEARD CRAZY MAN
Cut your beard crazy man, they sing in unison
why grow that bushy Christly mass
why look like men on street corners olden
or thuggish youths with ganja joints smoken
Mother Father look at your eldest son
has gone the way of the Nazarene one
turn from me, not me you hurt
but hear these words dont turn your heart
do you not hear this still little voice

crying for the sins of humanity's choice
I bushy my beard and now im fit for hell?
look beneath, now who can tell?
Why judge this bushy rusty look
what do you fear if not the priestly truth
misunderstood, heaven I share your pain
who will listen to truths I share?
Noah Noah build a ark,
build it tall and let it spark
behold he shall be called a Narazene
he came to his own and was not seen.

Mutabazi

QUINTESSENCE OF MADNESS

QUINTESSENCE OF MADNESS

 Broken clocks come climb on mountains
come ride tall chariots to heavens
noisy rivers of deep sweat asunder

lava hearts frown on miseries bed
all alone down hells kitchen torment
Gods bed warms like children at play
joints of smoke ticking clouds breathless
dirty sands dirty hands go together
rainy days run and wash this pain.

I BELONG TO THEE.
Father please forgive me I know not what I do
my heart sings to you through and through
from the moment you heard me when I cried
that day I promised to never leave your side
I belong to thee and that is my destiny
to be with thee and do thy works faithfully
In my moment of despair you lent me your ear
preserving my name lending thoughts to share
because of thy favors im soul bou...nd to thee
writing pure poems of praise everlastingly
what is this gift if not a loan from high
keep me strong let this love bond never die
for I belong with thee from tender birth
you raised me up so I could find my worth
for im with the Lord my strength and hope
always at home with my rescuing rope
for when in my childhood I cried your name
in my terrible hour of my terrible pain
you opened heaven and came down for me
then I cried for joy because I could see
no words can express what you did for me
so I'll always remember I belong with thee
Sincerely.

ANOTHER ONE

Accept this gift I wrap to you
let me use them only for you
let me carve my heart this night
and spell it out in open sight
allow me now a time to share
deepest thoughts, deepest prayers
cause when its all said and done
I wrote it for my number one

DEADLY TIMES.
Standing on the tower life pressed on both ends
dancing death in hand and life in demand
look real and enter into time with face strong
a work of art or a madman's pen decide the one
deadly times deadly times a toast to that
whats left old mother whats left of this youth
swim good swim good little poor children
deadly times deadly times a toast to that.

...
PICTURES.
Picture a moment in time of nights
what to write in loud hungry rooms
special help call for special help
danger, all are lost, forget me now
pray for souls, baptize in holy ice
live tomorrow and drown in seas ago
home alone, home alone to eternity
nothing more than blessed life assured


BAPTIZE ME NOW.
Baptize me now tender as youth,mature like virgins
cry for Mary, for her poor little lamb is slain
pay no mind to doggs and old fairies- Cinderella
go to sleep and pray to never wake princess
live inside and dont roam my dear child
all is lost, every soul like ghost my ears
baptize me now before time, for time is old
virgin hearts and cowardly ones all alike
drown me then for what pleasure is the other side
a mirror of truth I beg to differ holy man
roll the dice roll the dice and pick your team
for old clock ticks is ticking down the stream.

IM SAYING

100 PERCENT OF INNOCENT

who's 100 percent innocent
who's 100 percent pure
whos 100 percent perfect
who's 100 percent sure
who knows 100 percent
of everything there to knows
who can say 100 percent
thats the way to go

 


IM SAYING

Its easy to write poems but very hard to get paid for them.
To make songs is cool but you'll have a warm time gettin play
I dont care I just write, not cuz I want to, I have to

 

HIT-LIST

There,s a hit-list for all young people of the land
listen to my words children and try to overstand
you're in danger so this time try to know your maker
for they're out to get you unless you change that number
I know times are harder, just gotta tough it out
but if you believe you'll find some water in the drought
we are young so we cant let them win
don't give up my friends,you just go...tta look within
there's a hit-list out with your name on it
if you don't mind it wont matter no worry's about it
don't let them get you, just be strong and do you
their time is already over, so keep going & stay true
the question is are you gonna go down by swallowing
what they give you to eat?
Or will you rise to the occasion celebrating their defeat?
The choice is yours

Martin m Semu
12-May 2013

If you are sick then say it. If you know it not, am sorry.
If you are tired, then take a nap and come back soon
if you are weak, then its better to stay out of fights
if you are strong then dont admit it, someone is watching
"A Poet confessing to mental illness is like a weigh lifter
admitting to muscles"-Roddy Lumsden
why then are Poets not able to seek help openly
society can take from the pages... of Poets
after all didnt Poets write the greatest book of all time?
To admit a Poets name is to identify with the street madman
To call yourself a Poet is a serious thing indeed
Can you jump off a cliff? Can you swim with sharks?
Are you nuts enough to join the Poets tribe?
It is a lonely road and one without a definite end.
take it from me.

DIRECTION

Where is my direction? You have to know.
Giving up is easier than giving in.
Dont give up!
Give in
When you give up, only place left is down
When you give in you can give out your best
I dont give up, I give in
forget the odds keep counting
... dont look down, look a head
it will take a head to keep you going.
Give in, just give in and start living
no matter what comes dont give up
give in and then give out

Today ive been thinking about all this we do
are we moving in the right direction
or are we going with the flow of things
Are we living or just surviving
There is much confusion between the two
If you are surviving it means you stay alive
if you are living it means you are alive
If you follow the flow you go down stream
if you follow the sky then you're above it all
Id rather follow the sky for I was made to fly
and Id rather do it alone than walk with crowds
crowds will take you where sheep get slaughter
sky's are where eagles reside and do not hide

Martin M Semu
12-May 2013

SILENCE 

Why do I keep silence? it is safer. Why do I stay to myself? I cant help it.
Why do I think these thoughts. Its the way I am. Why am I the way I am?
Because God made me so. And I love him for that.

Why don't I keep much friends? Its the same reason I write. What is the
best thing I ever did? Accept the way I am. What is my worst fear?
That there is no cure for my disease. What is my painful pleasure?
Everytime I pick a pen. That is my medicine

 QUESTION

Are there good girls left they say? Worry not for that. Rather is there any such
thing as good. What is good? What is bad? Is it possible to be bad and still
be good. I don't know. perhaps. What better way to be good than to admit
you're not.

 WHAT IS LIFE

What is life without friends, not all friends are friends, so better to have one friend
than ten friends who are not friends. Show me what a good time is?
There is no good time except NOW. NOW is the only good time we have, so
spend it wisely and keep the change for later.

 IGNORANCE

If ignorance is the start then knowledge is the end

but opinion is the bridge between the two, that is true, that is true. 

You can prove your knowledge by showing your ignorance,

 but you cant prove your ignorance by knowledge. knowledge 

will protect you like a warm coat in winter, 

but ignorance waits to chain you to a life of hard labor
called he say she say.

Martin. m semugeshi

 SOCIETY

I question society and this thin line of sanity stretched by humanity
called reality; could it be fantasy that we take so factually
to be reality while rationally forsaking opinions for opinions?
Prove your opinion as sanity without prompting an accepting
of a possibility blindly and then we may know the better theory

Martin M. Semu

TRACING A PROPHETS PEN

What pains do labors pay for pleasure
such times are there for a Pennys work
much sense relies on words of spook
the tracings of Prophets poetry fits truth
do deeper like wells dug for living waters
so higher than kites flown in summer knights
Such madness is words such insanity is writing
tottering on the edge of glory my pledging curse

damned for a life of verse, a moody trust
the opposite of times line after line in rhymes
the sickness of joy and the wellness of tears
lo, do not try to understand these lines of mine
tracing a Prophets pen nonsense, nonsense then
sweet ecstasy in silence, pay for your highness
double edged lines of mine constantly trying
look up for your showers,eternal towers of youth
ta ta children dried mouth victims of savagery
chirp chirp clock speaking revealing humble truth
mighty men bow in lions den, all victims in them.

Mythical_Poet
draft 1- 11-May 2013

POETRY'S SECRET TRUTH

(here we go again like
epics of Gilgamesh)

Wordplay
This like an epic of Gilgamesh
trying to treat the sickest poem
but where to find the words
my skill level is still a baby on

the breast milk of her mommy
all I need is the mic of inspiration
to put pen to paper properly
how can I say whats on my mind
when the words I cannot find?
But im sure I'll sneak a way
to steal poetry's secret truth
record it in my mental booth
then play it back to the youths
yet,
nothing I write is good enough
reason to keep writing stuff
the truth she kept it silently
I raid my thoughts so violently

Mythical_Poet

GOD TOLD ME TO MARRY A PROSTITUTE

GOD TOLD ME TO MARRY A PROSTITUTE

(True Story)


One day I was walking by when I saw this young girl in the corner of my eye
hair done nails done every thing done,oh lord I said, she gotta be one
I dont wanna be here you know I dont like seeing girls like that
this girl is a dangerous fire and I cant handle that
but this time twas different I had to step in

why you may ask cuz God was telling me something

So I did, and couldn't resist, I loved this girl, so she went on my list

I got her number and we started to talk

I broke my sabbath and we went for a walk

so she said Isnt this your sabbath should you be here?

I said not to worry you're the interest my dear

sit down girl lend me your ear, listen up I have something to share
so we sit down somewhere in town
then this guy walks to her and I begin to frown



Baby girl the hell like who is this dude
that be checking you out now  hes very rude
I grab her hand darling lets get out of here
for all these guys I dont know why they got to stare
So we drive around I say girl Im feeling you
from the bottom of my heart its true I really do
before we go further there's something I gotta do
I gotta ask you sweetie who were those men checking you
she says please take me home I had a nice time
I really like you but I think your out of line

But now wait a minute, I think its only fair
I told you my secrets now its time you ought to share
She says, I thought you'd see that im not a virgin
love,you need to find a girl that is more deserving
you're a good guy so I dont want to lie
I cant keep seeing you so this is goodbye
Iyy, ya yay, ya ,yay


God I think Im in love and I dont understand why
this innocent young girl shot my heart out the sky
sitting at home singing Natasha Bedingfield
but these words are my own from my heart flown
I love you, I love you I love you I love you
theres no other way to better say I love yoy
Now I wish you'd love me too.
so Im calling im texting cuz I want you
but not the way those other guys do
im different look through , maybe I can fix you
but I feel its something I gotta do
Can I be your superman? Can I rescue you

Okay she gone do me like that,
not calling me, giving me back chat
gyal a we me do you make you do me dat
gyal a we me do you make you do me dat
gyal a we me do you make you do me dat
 all me do a treat you nice



Then God says to me go back to that young girl
tell how you feel that you'd give her the pearls
dont give up so easy, thats not the way
you injured her heart, so your doing okay
I say what do you mean I injured her heart
from the very first day you tore her apart
you may not know what you did to that girl
but shes not the same since you came in her world
God you got me in this mess now you clean it up
I care for this girl and that is whats up
I dont understand whats making me do this
but deep down I think you already knew this
God why did you do this?

WHAT IS THE MATRIX

WHAT IS THE MATRIX

What is it all about, what is this thing I shout
Ive been there done that & am still stuck inside
I know what you want, you want it all, you want
the money, the cars you want to take that fall
but guess what theres a price to pay are you
built that way, are you the one?, I am!
no if or but or maybe either you are or not
If I fail to find fluent words to finish this poem
then I lost already, No more running from Smiths
agents of the system trying to find a victim
letting it all go, fear, doubt, free your mind.

You cant kill me Im already dead
I dont live here I live elsewhere
I walk around in body but my mind floats
trap my body in this prison my thoughts keep escaping
there is no faking either you got it or you dont
either you're real or not, get ready cuz its hot
Im letting go im tired of fighting Smiths
im letting it all go, fear, doubt, disbeleif
I really dont give a fuck, im out of luck
I cant win so I might as well not play
I want out the monopoly I want out the race
It is inevitable do your worse,
taking my stand I break the curse.


Girl take it easy, maybe your thinkin im needy
I tell you this life is so greedy, but truth gotta beleive me
come over and just chill, tell me how does it feel
dont trick just be real
Ive been there Ive done that
Im quiet but I think loud
Im awake not asleep
Im letting it all go, only God knows
only he can judge, lately im feeling judged
I did it there way, not im doing it mine
was on the parade, now am out of line
I really dont care, I just dont belong here

Sometimes life seem so unfortante thats why
I dont give a shit, the poor stay poor the rich
get richer its just so disproportionate, you dont
know just what I go through thats why I would
rather show just how far that I can take it
every rule im breaking it.

LITTLE BIG BOOK

LITTLE BIG BOOK

To hell with this little big book

and to all readers of this little big book, look
I took a look in my little big book
then one day I wished I never looked
for I took a look and kept looking

without asking
what do I have to do with this book
now I wish I never ever did look

this little big book is ruining me
from this little big book I must flee
im better off without this little big
book, this little big book tricked me
No, I took a look in that little big book.
dont look

ITS COLD OUTSIDE

ITS COLD OUTSIDE

Its cold outside better keep your hands warm
nights far spent but the day's still owed
we at war I dont think you got enough men
turtoise steps & your sure to make the food chain
dont hold your breath its a lions chess game
its cold outside and I bet you cant hide
dont roam too far cause your safer inside
its warmer when you closer to the fire I light
cause time wont allow the darkness the night.

THE DARK SIDE

THE DARK SIDE


Look I know what its like I was there
for a second I stopped and stared
I went on the other side the dark side
the side where many go and few return
I had questions too, things I wanted to do
I know it seems hard to beleive; me?
of course me, who else would it be
days turned to weeks, weeks to months
just when I had enough it pulled me in
I began to change, I was stuck
something happened inside, wasn't the same
now all am thinking is who to blame
its not all that, as they make it seem
what is fantasized is only a dream
an illusion spun to cause your confusion
dont bite the apple, I only looked, smelt
dont be a hero, become less than zero
you cant win, when dealing with sin
he plays for keeps, lost sheep's
the dark side is the gate wide
narrow is the way that leads to wins
count your blessings learn your lessons
God is good, God is love,
sending mercy from above
im not trying to preach, I want to teach

dont do it, its not worth it to risk it

a season is not a good enough reason
look dont enter in to contract with him,
its over he lost its all over, over, over

Mythical_Poet

BABYLON DOWN

BABYLON DOWN

Babylon, we watch you as you fall to the ground

we the children will not be part of your scam

Oh gullible nation get back to your creation

cant you see the liars masking as your friends

its a dirty game only few will remain standing

caught in the matrix between real and fantasy

locked bodies in the system trying to break free

news flash nobody is exempt from the backlash

get the cash get the power lost souls get devoured

who'll stand who'll demand

who'll oppose the oppressors hand

many called few chosen its getting hot like an oven

overstand the underhand the secrets kept

will come to light, stand up children we have to fight

O MIGHTY RACE, ACCOMPLISH WHAT YOU WILL

Babylon your children see the tricks in politics

how much longer can you play slick with this

we see the demons in religions, inhumane decisions

of human confusion a chaotic illusion

of prosperity mixed for minorities, whores of vanity

can society not see the stupidity of this reality?

Of wanting fame and prosperity at the cost of majorities

of kids, what about the kids? what about their future?

lying to them, preaching converting misusing them

only for them to grow up rudely awakened to the sour taste

the bitter waste to find their place in a world of haste

they say the sun don't shine forever, so too must Babylon go down

Brainwashed education ruling the nation,

spending freedom for slavery, lending time for bankruptcy

its all a fantasy, that moment of clarity

its going down, will not stay around, get tricked by the beast

where to flee, flee to mountain tops solitary stops.

No it wont be okay! when millions cant cross the poverty line

thousands underpaid but overqualified

that's the truth they try to hide

we all cant make it, don't bother to fake it

its such a dirty game they're all the same

potent power of pastors, politicians poetic

professionals putting pressure

on poor souls to pay, pay for what? Slavery?

Prison planet, poverty, pain, I look to the sky

Lord who will remain.

Want to make a name in the system, be Babylons victim

half foot out half foot in

pondering contemplating, still hesitating

its all about the rating, same thing

get the money, get the cash do what you must to survive

yet its all about the paper, the world isn't safer

cause still am a stranger, who to trust I see danger

AS LONG AS YOUR PLUGGED IN THE MATRIX YOUR AN AGENT

persecuting the disobedient, division is convenient

This thing is bigger than you this thing is bigger than me

but true love lies within, many are caught in sin

mankind is dangerous, be careful who you trust

Sons and daughters, listen to a Prophets warning

don't be found needing, don't be found wanting

come out of the system, don't keep depending

nature is calling, to hell you'll be heading

keep praying, keep enduring.

Cant say we never cried against the land and its pride

stay out the rat race, its poisoned cheese on top

Babylon is going down and nothing is to stop

the answer sleeps within is what they try to seal

keepin you blind with ignorance, their lies you must reveal

PEACE OUT

Mythical_Poet

draft 1

SHUT EYES

SHUT EYES

Silence, no more violence please

set me o mother, set me free

I came to this land, I dont understand

maybe I should take matters into hand

you might prefer a dream to a nightmare

or a fantasy to seeing a blur

I am dysfunctional, a criminal

Is this the real life or is this fantasy

I say is this real all that I feel

send me back the wheels of time

Im here! Im here! Hello im here!

I question this world year after year.

Mythical_Poet

A LIFE TIME OF PAIN

A LIFETIME OF PAIN

(I think)

When I think of life I think of pain
when I think of work I think of slavery
when I think of people I think of danger
when I think of time I think of short
When I think of school im thinking bullshit
when I think of church I think of rules
when I think of rules I think of Jail
and that is how I see this life to be

when I think of money I think of death
when I think of death I think of peace
when I think of love I know it does
cause when I think of it, I smile it was
when I think of success I think it sucks
when I think of freedom I think nonsense
when Im thinking nonsense I write poetry
and that is how I see this life to be

Mythical_Poet




 GOLD DIGGERS

Three friends went into the Forrest one day
all they were searching for gold
starting together they maintained good pace
but soon got tired and hungry in place
the first one said I will go my way and so
he took the wide path down the yellow patch
but sooner he reached nowhere a bear met him
and that was the end of that.
the second traveler decided to stop and rest
climbed a tree and had a good view of the see
but a snake found him there he could go nowhere
and that was the end of that
the last one, here is what he did he kept
going did not stop sooner he reached a cliff
realized there is no gold mine so he said fine
 turned back and never crossed the line
behold untold in the ground a shiny object
he picked it found a stream washed it up
looked in and saw a image in it, the gold.

JOHN THE POET

JOHN THE REVELATOR OR JOHN THE POET

John the poet who didnt know it
john reveals what men must feel
john the great or john too late
john writes in lines and verses
john opens those hidden curses
who can crack lines in Johns book
except 144,000 who take a look

WE ALL CRAZY

WE ALL CRAZY

Walking men sleep in lions den
a thin line to pay the price
all the world seeks a toy
playing games in lions den
the jungle calls a one today
non to pass or glance her way
if all could the brighter side
stand in jungle non can hide.

GENIUS MINDS

Genius minds lead the blind
those to follow none behind
a thin line to pay the price
the walking dead live awhile
non can come to genius land
but all who flee earthy hand
sitting towns mind a curse
writing pain inside a verse

FUNNY FACES

FUNNY FACES

Teenage years escalate these tears
secret affairs what has no name
this crush could kill this fantasy
Im finally realizing that I need help.

Somethings wrong that feels so right

where is the switch wheres the light
where can I go?I dont know
this thing is so subtle so slow.

I dont understand it, I cant deny it

cursed with moods that have no end
I cant escape this  pit im in
 how can riding high ever be sin.

Sometimes  happy, sometimes  sad
north pole and south pole
where is my equator?
rage and passion poured in hot fashion
I fear the worst is yet to come.

My mind has a mind of its own
If it were not for these poems
how would I cope? Im on a rope.

Its all psychologic, minds on dope
Im burnt out so tired so weak
time is slowed to turtoise pace
how can I ever endure this race.

draft 1

ARE ARTISTIC PEOPLE INSANE?

ARE ARTISTIC PEOPLE INSANE?

Well let me see, we spend most our time alone
hearing things with wings flying high unknown
respond to things with wings we claim we see
nobody believes we see what we see when we see
slowly drifting on the low clouds of melancholy
then up like a shooting star goes the artists.

mind has a mind of its own a mind unknown
even when we think we're sane we from from plane
paranoid doesn't even begin to explain
the sad the happy, the mad the dandy
rational insanity part of the perfect package
creative thoughts build to brew some damage

Are artistic people insane? I really dont know
ask the countless stars pill popping pow dead
one to the head, now a tortured  mind with led
too much fire for desire, emotions swept crept
all the way to heaven hell a earth bound spell
childhood nightmares, pain pouring pressures

relax by any measure hedonistic fantasy easy
thrill seeking junkies parties weed smoking
self destructive hot heads-no break pads
raging, drooling on the edge of glory
listen very keenly to the artists story
always doutin what to do, few make it past 32.

So next time you hear an artist ranting
about some voice, some sight you never seen
dont be mean listen keen dont cause a scene
waiting for aliens, spaceships from startreks
sitting on hills counting talking to the skies,
be nice try to see the world through their eyes

Are artistic people insane? We're not to blame
for hearing sounds of God talking calling warning
from hills on lonely mountain tops it dont stop
its that voice of reason of choice, that noise,
let me see we live on playground called moody
up and down on that swing riding the waves.

draft 1

MY MIND

MY MIND

My mind has a mind of its own
it travels a road not known
here there a little everywhere
before it decides to come home
I don't understand how it works
from time to time it lurks
I keep it tamed what has no name
or else I fear to be the blame
a secret love shared with my heart
much secrets seen from end to start
I do my best to keep in check
a mind that proves a nervous wreck


  DANGEROUS

One of a kind, one of the last that you will find
look for a sign, times up for busta rhymes
searching the streets, rising above the defeats
never relaxed, on top running the tracks
dangerous game, you play safe a dangerous win
dangerous pact to last long you dangerous sin
like dangerous minds watch out for dangerous kinds
looking heads up like soldiers times of the signs

Mythical_Poet

SUCCESS

U choose to serve God you set yourself up for failure

dare to be a Daniel dare to be different, you must have heart
because Satan loves a challenge and wants to do some damage
if perfection is a ladder then failure are the steps
but there is a reward for climbing and wanting to grow
and there is a great joy in reaching the top
the further you go so dont look back

Think of the worse and most dangerous animal you know
man is a more dangerous animal than that

ONE DAY AT A TIME

ONE DAY AT A TIME

Everyday im moving on everyday im keepin strong
lightin up writing rhymes thinking up better times
keep it real keep it real everything I speak I feal
streams flow effortless humility reigns the best
a lyrical animal dont ask me what I am on
can take credit for this one, now onto the next one
simple words simple flows, simple is the way to go
never been a bully no, keep it calm and spiritwal
watch it now and catch the flow, ini mini myni mo
katch a poet by his toe and if you ever let him go

lol

writing rap style poetry this music is so lovely
so tell me hows it gonna be,isnt this a tragedy
growing up you couldnt see,blinded by the trickery
money making more money, economy is so funny
go school get the grade finish now you getting paid
major this major that, major every thing in fact
gave all what you got reached the top  didnt stop
system a catastrophy misleading humanity
causing much insanity, much are lost to vanity
better find serenity,  escape the severity

(again)

Flashback,life you lived. did you realy realy live
or did you take and take instead of give and give
pleasure in this melody touch this heart inside of me
angelic so heavenly enought pain to set me free
poetry you ruined me butchering the old old me
words live on immortally like how sounds recapture me
go places u never seen, travel worlds u never been
blowin breath in these words, my poetry will be heard
writing books,bigger blogs, painting poems picture logs
And I will always touch the sky even if I never try.

HOUSE ON FIRE

HOUSE ON FIRE

A rich man had a house, and in that house he lived well.
he loved that house but did not do well by it
he had servants in that house and many laborers in it
and whenever it would rain the poor of the village men
women and children would rest under its sheds,
then the rich man would see what they do and remove them.

One day while the rich was asleep a fire kindled at the
lower portions, the servants and those beneath gave
a warning to all those in the house shouting
house on fire!, house on fire!, but the rich man was
all the way on the last floor that he could not
hear and worse he was fast asleep.Few people
did hear and manage to come out of the house
and they were safe before the house collapsed
except the few, no one else was saved. because
they did not hear, even though the warning was given.

WHEN THEY COME TO TAKE ME

WHEN THEY COME TO TAKE ME

When they come to take me
when they come to take me I go with Jesus
when they come to take me
when they come to take me I go with Jesus
I am not afraid see
I am not afraid he told me it would happen
standing on the glass see
standing on the sea dont cry for me
its over there's no worry
it is finished, finished, no more worry
watch out and you gone see
you gone see him come in clouds of glory
fuck it this world bores me
its over for your system end of story
said fuck it this world bores me
its over for your system end of story.

IT WAS WRITTEN

IT WAS WRITTEN

And it was written
we shall be changed and taken
grow and heal live and feel
all a part of life's big wheel

what I write is real
nothing in life is guaranteed
so every day just sow a seed
dont be sure life start tomorrow
live with joy better with sorrow
And it was written-we shall overcome
so endure the sun for it wont be long

 

Mythical_Poet

SAYING

Jommy jew has friends but few who lived to do many new
works for you thats when he knew his call is true

MERCIFUL FATHER

MERCIFUL FATHER

Why I got to smoke Ganja to get high I got a merciful father in the sky
no need to smoke Ganja get high all the time let my prayers in poems
be sweet incense and my meditation desire be the fire to spark the burn
to live and learn all the days long to get better each year to stay strong
to dwell far from wrong and do the right, to find grace like hidden treasures
seek and find even though im blind, to conquer the evil that lives within
right wisdom, right knowledge, right overstanding are things I seek
to keep it calm, pure and meek, to think thoughts through before I speak
and though im weak at times I keep getting stronger
travelin the journey I see all thy mercy and ponder all thy mystery
and then it dawns on me ever so often that I played a part in my destiny.

BLAZE IT

Never ever thought Id say this

or even have the guts to do this

but in my heart of hearts I know

green incense I have to blow

The world is cold  time I heat it up

im afraid. but God says to give it up

eat it up, heal it up so you can live it up

but hurry up before the time is up

Never thought id have these thoughts

of burning leaves until im frost

how can good boys keep such thoughts

so heres my will and last testament

Life in danger with thoughts I harbor
blaze on the altar sweet scented larva
the outcome I ponder seriously wonder

the answer this formula could be my savior

A BELLY FULL

A BELLY FUL

writing lyrics is a belly full
of a favorite dish so wonderful
expressing thoughts so powerful
... like feeling high and magical
rhyming easy like A B C
satisfaction, writing gives me
creating life like humanity
in the beginning, my pen and me
so let there be

REMEMBER THE NAME

A FLOWERY DAY (poem from Mother)


This morning is a smile from my darling
a flowery day when children  play
my son he's out and out to stay
early in the morning shining warming
wet due and sand, children of the land
the birds salute and every sweet fruit
but no child do dance with him, to welcome
and never stretch a hand but seldom
so he dims astray until another day.



REMEMBER THE NAME

v1
Remember the name
like how I turn pleasure to pain
water to wine
like putting all my thought in a rhyme
constanty tryin
to maintain, my words are divine
always on time
metaphors in every line
poetrys mine
I have no reason for lying
my mission is why
Im lifting my head to the sky
remember the name
be reading all that im saying
cause when I am gone
my poems and books will live on.


v2
In futures to come
they meditate on every slang
im writing it now
tommorow may not be allow
not looking for fame
Shakespeare, Matthew or john
just to express
the pain, this life at its best
if it wasnt for this poetry
that I recieve
how would I cope o u better beleive
remember the name
remember every poem I write
cause when I  am gone
my books only thing left in sight
but too late they say
Damn this writer was right.


v3
My poems are best
Africa east America west
been writing for years
converting words into tears
I know what I have
still I know what they'll say
If Kartel is white
then I know Kartel can write
mentally ill
Hide it in a rhyme book
people are shook
dont you judge by a look
I am what I am
I wont stop writing the truth
youth,
even if I never see a booth


Mythical_Poet

LYRICAL LYRICALS

Cant hide if u cannot run, run u cannot hide
Writing my lyricals im thinkin all spiritual
that lyrical lyrical so good like a miracle
gazing at prophecies propaganda catastrophes
nothing is as it seems land of a thousand schemes
never mind promises just see it for what it is
world order propensity of globally immensity
they challenge astrology, scientific analogy
pastoral hypocrossy, pulpit demonology
which is idolatry, I said it, it wasn't me
secret society shadowy monopoly, money
making more miss eternity which is this
bratantly poly-tricks when taxing the fatherless
stressing society, the poorest majority
inhuman activity you sleeping if you dont see
that the target of them is WE...

ROAD LESS TRAVELLED BY

HAND LEFT SIDE
(A little rusty with rap style poetry)

Writing these rhymes Im thinking of times head stuck-in  thick mines dan-cing
over the crime wave as high as a sky cave above where the night plays
and souls be resisting all over the system and damaging victims
those constantly kneeling in buildings concealing the real what they preaching
and bury it deep in a book that they wrote in my poems are crying
and talent is wasting not wantin a damn thing to do with this system
you see it is falling been warned so am running from evil thats coming

you smell what im writing, a rapper without weed, and women and fast cars
am one of the last stars, climbing to reach mars, nubian child east, an
african high priest ether a sun born, a tutsi of tall form, going against
norms and I will be resting in weather demanding, ancestors be guiding
and checking my gene pool awakening transform, that spiritual third eye
realler than cannabis, blisser like heavens kiss this earth I will never miss
repetitiously taking trips already left all this,
never your average kid, resisting a high bid, a-lien migrate
fighting but too late, Shait-an on my plate, shoulderin holding weight
a burdensome night dream, hopeless it may seem wondering outcomes
ponderin how comes I make it without lungs surviving in hard slums
a loner without lone, to make it on my own, sitting on high thrones
cause when it is all done I ran like a good son cuz I am the lost one
the prodigal bad one, my story has begun.


Left hand not right hand, right brain not left brain
honing on my skill a verse with tight thrill, beat or no beat
track yes or no track I spill it cause  im real, feel it or no feel
my poems you will steal, fame lame  appeal
money is that trick I spent it or bank it
if could I would burn it Gods knows I dont love it
its evil and thats it, I get if I need it
I chop it I eat it much calories it gives
that chicken or fried fish a heart clogging dish
the top is a lifetime achievement in my mind
I seek so I'll find,  my future is not blind
school or a damn fool, Im letting it all go
some thoughts with a sick flow, no cannabis no no
cause naturally I glow, rasta in my soul
been playing by the rules been doing what they say
this time it is no way Im rising with what comes
rejoining the lost ones, changing the system
preparing the Christ age, they have left a page
And when it all goes down
dont look cause I left town
I will not be going down, be floating on high ground
Im ending it right here, so listen then you'll hear


 Poet

I AM LOVED

I AM LOVED 

Let us pen poems
for others to read, let us make songs
for others to sing, let us warn
so many can heed, create a world
for people to live, tell-of things to come

the past, present and future

is one

I am not THE ALL

I am part of it, of he of that

which does not change)

Okay, let me start---I
I am to endure forever more
I am what I am,
existing,  beginning
I am meant to be
I am meant to see
to smell, to touch to feel
to taste all that is real
What I am is what I am,
the I am the voice inside
the I am that cannot hide
I am not what you think I am
yet I am what I am
thoughts is what I am
let there be is what I am
 by using what I am
Let us create what I am
In words that I am
I know what I am
a litter lower is what I am
cause spirit is what I am
then body makes me man
to express what I am
in love which I am
no ending what I am

POETIC STYLE

POETIC STYLE (Rap in Stanza)

chorus

Oh Its a revelation

Oh Its a revelation

Oh Its a revelation

Oh Its a revelation

Said, who'll be the last man standing

look around this life is so demanding

sit down get some overstanding

many weighed and  are found wanting

listen up let me tell you something

make sure you the last man standing 

take time to learn the damn thing

Said who'll be the last man standing

Go inside and lock your doors

dont come out until the fire burns out

dont cry dont shout take the silence route

I came I see what got nothing to do with me

leave my mark with words unsaid

they say your nothing till your dead

but no matter what happens i'll be here

learn from my wrongs like sad songs

Im going nowhere, im the ocean wide

stand firm, a soldier till its all over

think good boys dont get high think again
Im deadly like a venomous snake

i ain't nothing nice, think twice
I fear the mirror and whats within
im so good that im so bad
finally fully realizing
I am what I am how can I change
musics in my blood, strong concentration
forever awkward, forever weird, my name is
My destiny I chose artistry over prophecy
Talented to celebacy, poetry over pastory
soitary for popularity, mystery my name
id rather live alone than live a lie
God forever endures, forever unappears
im in my own lane set my own trend
writing my thoughts so I cant offend
you think I care you're sadly mistaken
I exist, one in a million, a diamond
who care nothing for this life
trapped in my thoughts
lost in my world
living in higher realms
walk the earth but sleep in heaven
my ganga meditation, is my creation
I go to places you've never seen
never been
im home alone
and never left
cause im left, now check the facts
written in history,a major minority.

I'M ON

I'M ON

Dont you worry bout me im on since birth
travelled the world, yet never left home
situation moving slow, thats how it goes
I hold my peace like a Buddhist monk
skeletons in my closet, back of the car trunk
my endurance forever like I ate the sun
Im guilty of pleasure, check my bad weather
on high meditation, verbal creation
poetic inspiration is what im on
ye, right brain, left lane, am I sane?
Thoughts-plane- in vain,- not playing
keep praying, keep moving, not loosing
im trying, not lying, the worlds dying
finish my race in this place then im on.
to the next and the next challenge

 keep it strong

 LYRICAL LYRICS

 Ifyou are anything of a loner
you always felt different in school
like you never fit in
but you are good at expressing
then let me tell you something
I beleive you got that thing
that only few people get
dont look at the negatives
focus on what you do best
And let HIM do the rest

POEM

POEM

And the Kingdom of Heaven is like this
A teacher is paid to teach his subject.
He arrives to a place at an appointed time
each day for a duration of time.
On the first day he arrives and finds
7 students, so he conducts a class with
the seven. On the second day six, so
he conducts the class with the six,
on the third day three, so he works with
the three. On the fourth day, none.
So now the teacher waits for his students

yet no student arrives except one, called the
children, the ready and the chosen
so he, the teacher,gives the one student
a word and goes his way.

but endured much  according to the bastards

saying--come to class!
but it so happened the teacher would come
and find no student, every single time
so the teacher arrived, and said "where are
my students"? ONE DAY the teacher
could endure no more, he packed his bags
and left the school. On the final hour
before the test the rebels arrived
in there flock shouting where is the
teacher,the teacher, we wish  to see him at once.
But the teacher was nowhere to be found!
Except the one student, He KNEW.
Then all their eyes  opened and they
together fell to the earth in tears.
However the one went out in the the SUN
 and did blossom richly in mighty ways
Thus as it was in the days of Noah...

so it will be in the time of the Sun
My spirit wont always strive with men
says the Lord Yeshua.
COME I say, let all who overstand come.

OH MOMMY O DADDY (Song)

OH MOMMY O DADDY

Chorus

Oh Mommy o Daddy

why do you keep us away

from our culture, in Rwanda

Rpt*2

Verse 1

We grew up in Jamaica

Our family is from Rwanda

As a baby I use to wonder

how come we never leave the area

all of our family are scatter

when I ask it never seem to matter

but the Father knows that im bothered

growing up and always use to ponder

Verse 2

Life dont always have the answer

sincerity create certain measures

our people got caught in bad weather

but with choice we can come together

to show the world that we can do better

in our history God writes a love letter

Lets forgive and stop feeling bitter

cause you'll only get burnt by that fire

I know you feel pain

Verse 3

I tell you something is wrong

A young man living and trying to be strong

why we stay away from each other so long

let us unite to right all our wrong

listen to the message I put in this song

know where going first know where you're from

now is the time to build back our home

its not good for us to roam

Verse 4

So I say where in this world do we fit

no more secrets so lets be legit

tell us the truth and stop hiding it

who are we really and where do we sit

I want to know now is this really it

look how we're living we not making it

we have a problem o dont you see it

can go on and one without scratching it

we lost our way so lets just face it

but the solution we wont accept it

the answer is LOVE so let come to it

o mommy o daddy we too far from it

too far from home like sheep we have roam

I say we have all gone astray

Chorus

Oh Mommy o Daddy

why do you keep us away

from our culture, in Rwanda

Rpt*2

MY CHILD SELF

MY CHILD SELF

Im seldom seen cause I live within
a time of long ago-my child self
I talk to him when I go inside
this thing about him I cannot hide
he never ages or leaves his home
always with me we sing alone
I see him always, he always sees me
in my heart and mind how close to me.

Draft 1

ONE VERSE (Rap)

ONE VERSE (Rap)

 

 

Im not a rapper yet

Let me spit my one word from one mic
Listen to one verse from a Prophet
I dont rehearse
Im living my life
a gift in a curse
This not the worst
its yet to come
believe I was born this way
I'll never change okay
im a soldier to my own misery
its history I know ill see a day
when I come up, until im stuck
trying to pass time writing rhymes
cuz we all gonna get that day
just make sure you on the
straight and narrow way okay
there many roads you can
take to reach where you going
stop ignoring and start knowing

read the storyline
we better get our act together
aint no time called forever
we have to ride the weather
its cold outside
get your sweater

put on your shoes and watch the news
spend some money on God
and every letter
stay out of trouble my sisters you better
and be clever
theres no telling
im yelling you only live once
so you ought to look out
and while you look out
dont forget to look in
ask the lord to forgive your sin
im telling you, you fight
the Devil  alone you cant win

on his ground dont be found
and dont even give in

give Jesus your heart he'll get you in

before its too late
keep your eyes to the sky
he loves you guys
so you better try
fore its bye bye

Listen to one verse from a Prophet

make sure your in the one forty four

SIXTEEN QUESTIONS

SIXTEEN QUESTIONS


Do all hungry children get a pass to heaven?
And Africa will she one day rule the earth again?

What about those who died before living life,
im talking about babies born dead?
Can they grow in that new place no pain no sin?
Do I even care about questions Im asking?
Am I lying or do I really want to know?
Do we really, really care about heaven?

my friend  its only a place you heard off.
Can I trust anyone when I cant trust myself?
Is it the second coming or is it the first...
if so show me who saw the second? Not me.
Do we really love or do we want what we love?
What do we love? Is it God or just our selves?
Is it money or material prosperity?
Who do you beleive in?
Power.prayers or the man upstairs?
Are we really who we think we are?
Reveal the real, the real reveal

oh it will be a revelation

From Israeli to Africa. from Europe to America

hide from ships and crafts, angels or aliens

the mystery revealed as the world twirls like a wheel

believers sing with hands up as they're pulled into ships

faster than the speed of light zoom zoom off into glory

144 need I say more, cuz
"you can get the money you can get the power
keep your eyes on the final hour"-Lauren Hill
But still we stray
how many will make it that day?

MUSIC

MUSIC

 In the beginning was the Word

the word fell as lightening

 high as the morning star

low enough to walk the earth

Music is like a drug press play and sniff it

she opens doors to heavens gate
like a angel she whispers sweet truth
such power, who can resist her touch
in every note a message
with every curve a sensual seduction

every chorus written for us to recite

enough power to bring salvation

will you listen?

Wisdom seeks- just be open

She sings expression

she cry's joy

she shouts vengance

whispers redemption

her glory climbs above the stars

open your eyes child you

Must Understand Satan Is Christ





 GO HOME

Go home before your moneys all gone
ain't nothing out there to share
they're not your friends so go home
nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

Try and stay there's no other way
you want to leave good luck my dear
dont roam too far not many come back
they'll never tell you so listen up.

You cannot win might as well give in
you want your own way, truth is
its there way or the highway, son
you came into a prison, so be good.

LITTLE POEM BOOK

WHAT I FAIL TO SAY WITH WORDS


The words of poetry or the poetry of words
the deep things of life of spirit and soul
is what I want to write but fail to say
cuz truth cannot be spelled with a pen
so silence is the best weapon in hand.
Do you overstand?



LIFE-SECRET-TRUTH

Life-secret-truth, dont question it
it shall come to you in time my dear
dont fear, dont tear, just listen
be humble, be still, be low
then your heart and soul will know
that there's more than meets the eye

LIFE

Lifes a precious gift,take or leave it
shes here to stay every precious moment
listen to her, theres nothing else to do
where are you going and what to do
so many voices want to be heard
so many chapters to turn
many more lessons to learn


OUT

Go out and spend the day in town
sing with crowds all around
meet new people and grow tall
enlarge visions that seem small
live and learn life's long lesson
every answer is for a question.

LIFE'S LIKE THIS

Life is a river too deep and too wide
you cannot cross it alone to the other side
dont try to solve it like a mathematics equation
lay low and say you dont understand
thats the best solution

She has a PHD in educating the 'wise'
and a doctorate of science in surprise
you cant outlive, out think her ways
she resists the proud
but gives grace to the humble.