SO MUCH TROUBLE IN THE WORLD

SO MUCH TROUBLE IN THE WORLD
(Random thoughts)

Somethings wrong with this world

there's so much trouble, so much trouble

better be silent than a fool

people claim to care they really don't

people want to change inside they wont

so much trouble in the world

so much evil left untold

so much wrongs to turn right

many more battles to fight

The world is messed up
im not trying to fix it
im trying to run away to nowhere near
im trying to hide but who to confide
so much trouble in the world- I've tried
trying to survive the best I know
to be independent is the way to go
one thing I don't want is pity from no one
just to make it on my own is so fun
Im alone and nobody knows me
nobody knows the deepness of my thoughts


My ways are not the ways of others
I know the plans I have in mind
I know the thoughts I think
I know what I imagine to do
all I need is the courage to
What can I say this world is crazy
Im really a good guy with a misguided heart
been torn, confused from the start
trying to be honest, nobody appreciates truth
I blend in with society , but im different from youth
trying to find a way out this evil system,
and maintain a pure heart
but so much trouble in the world.


Im trying not to change, im trying to be real
I wont ever sell out for a minute of mass appeal
I really don't want to be anything im not
So I ask God to help me alot.
I do talk to him and I know he hears
he listens to every word because he cares
but he works very slow almost non existent
Im trying to let it go, but its hard to be patient
I ask him to help me to keep me on the path
I feel his power, but the pain is to last
I know nothing can move me, it will all be okay
I know Ill find the answers Im searching for one day



Mythical_Poet

WHAT SHOULD I CALL THIS POEM

WHAT SHOULD I CALL THIS POEM?

My life is useless

but words are priceless

im good for nothing

but bad for something

I played it safe

And much Ive gained

others left early, but I remained

I take no risk

So I cant lose

I really don't care

the dice I choose

Im waiting for, and don't know what

the clock is ticking, little time I've got

A POEM FOR MY DEATH
 (In the event of my demise)

Let no soul sing on my death day

let no crowds ring to gather farewells

let no tears fall like drops of rain

as I lay down, six feet underground.

Please no fancy words from worn out mouths

except this poem for death my spouse

remember me not for words unsaid

rejoice ahead over many poems I've read.
And if I never make it to published books
I might lift one soul who takes a look
I came, I saw, I wrote it down
I conquered fear without a frown.

Don't cry for me-the useless life flown by
yet let my poems live on and never die
oh count me not for earthly prosperity
but measure my words with great severity
And as I lay down to rest in peace
may my poems of wisdom never cease.

(Inspired)
27th January 2013

A POEM FOR GIRLS

A POEM FOR GIRLS

For girls who crucify good guys like Jesus Christ

I need to get this stuff off my chest

so listen up to some real words I spill

take a chill stop being ill

cool down and have a seat

good guys down bow down to bad girls

grow some dignity and self respect

I know what you about a mile away

detect you like a radar, see right through like a car

windows down, tricks are for kids.

A poem for girls who break hearts, silly girls without a clue

no true, not all guys follow you, 

see me walking away, I don't budge

you cant move me, it will never be

I don't get weak, I pity you

I see your game, what you do

Im one of a kind, not like other guys

stop the madness and be wise

Stop mistaking kindness for desperation

whats with girls nowadays

Im still amazed about their ways

there feelings change, moods rearrange

and these guys sing them like toys

real men don't fear for women

real talk, weak men cry over them

fight and die over them

not me, it'l never happen, my word.

MY LIFE IS LIKE

MY LIFE IS LIKE

What would I compare my life to?

To lonely roads, silent paths

quiet streets, broken dreams

memories without meaning

identity without understanding

hope 

blessings like rivers of love

strength from God above

My life is like a movie first time seen

wanting to know the ending, asking, watching

a puzzle piece ,  a game of chess

my life is a mess

My life has too many questions

not many answers

my life is like this

separation from crowds, searching a home

wandering the streets, renegade

that's the life I live

a quiet life where nobody relates

a stranger in this place, but giving thanks

no crowds for me, im not sorry

that's what my life is like.

Im the truth, all eyes can see

all eyes on me, who can I trust

in this land of souless saints

who understands, who can judge me, who relates

who do I give account, where do I belong

I have no plan, im alone cant you see

that may be the only life for me

Im free 

ALL HUMBLE BOYS DESERVE FAVORS

All humble guys these words are true

never ever let these girls destroy you

don't give them a slim chance to glance

protect your heart , be smart

walk in your lane and never look back

go for the prize and stay on track

For all humble boys standing tall

all humble sons great and small

all single guys raise the glass

pour the wine and drink it fast

if you don't care have a cheer

do your thing --without a fear.

Mythical_Poet

WHERE IM FROM

WHERE IM FROM

Living the life of a solitary son, a free gun, nowhere to run

where im from. not from here, stop all the fun

I live behind the thin line of reality and fantasy

its all a calamity, from where justice died, once alive

FROM behind closed doors, hidden mountains

away from dark continents seeking a better day, another way

trying to find my way home, lost to roam, but never left

where im from, inner worlds, perfect silence, high mountains

real life story in poetry, mysteries written in words

im from crime, the other half that has never been told

im from islands, peaceful places, no troubles

from lonely roads where families cross

wandering the globe trying to find my way

searching, asking, walking, thinking, always in

never out of my mind, always indoors, fast running

Im from where there is no rules, im the exception

im one of a kind, walking the line, walking alone

seeking a way out of droughts, giving thanks

im from where the race is rough, rigid, and people loose

people drop, survival streets where hustlers pray

once a week, then back to work, from faith fountains

from church doors and family homes, the straight and narrow

im from college doors and nine to fives where patience is key

from nowhere special, I ride it, wait it, feel it, beleive me

my life, blessed and cursed, rich and poor, chosen to live

a story with no explanation, amazing grace how sweet the sound

im from fortunate circles, and lonely lanes

and the suns getting brighter each year, shining stronger

superman, Clark Kent, heaven sent, naa you wouldn't understand

im from far away lands that av never seen, never been.

Mythical_Poet

BUBBLY FEELING

BUBBLY FEELING (A spliff from Heaven)

Yesterday was ugly, she lost her magic

today's smile is bubbly forgetting tragic

I feel this bubbly feeling overwhelmingly

It springs inside flows tremendously

Just yesterday was down like dirt

but today the son shines the earth

This mood is good that fills my eye

A bubbly feeling as time runs by

its for this bubbly feeling,

Im alive and can write ten million songs

I have thousands more of poems to pen

My spirit so high in me, my heart could leave

my life radiates all over my body like chills

my cup overflows, bright beams in my eye

my soul sings songs  praising HIM above the sky

then give thanks that im so filled with love.

GIVING OFFERING IS A MUST

GIVING OFFERING IS A MUST

Last week I went to church! I felt so blessed being at church.

God has been merciful and I dont take him for granted.

Heres the story, God has blessed me with a job & some money

, so I went to

church. I havent given offering in a while (okay ive been very bad)

but this particular Saturday when the offerin call was given

I heard a voice tell me, "you know what you must do, give it

 freely". I had a couple thousand dollars in my church

Jacket which I left from the night before. I did not know it 

was in there, but I wore that same Jacket to church.

I never intended to give offering that week. First thing im

 thinking-did God set me up? I heard the voice get stronger

and stronger.

So as the deacons tip toed around the back isle, I could hear

the persuading voice of God saying, "you know what you have to

do", lets just say I had a change of heart cause I could literally

feel the presence of God right there in the room. It was frightening

and humbling at the same time. Nobody saw what was happening but I

could feel the presence of angels on the two sides looking to

see what I would do. So I smiled

at put some money in the plate, closed my eyes and said thank

you lord, that you still talk to me. And I still alive.

But the point is I didn't give it because I felt Gods presence

and I was scared. Nor did I do it to show off, infact I wasnt

going to give anything. I did it based on my relationship with God

I know his voice. And when I heard it, I knew. God knows how to 

reason and be reasonable. I left church feeling good

THOUGHTS ON LIFE

THOUGHTS ON LIFE

You can fool people but you cant fool yourself

Life is your wife depending on how you treat her
you might come up successful or you could get a divorce
you could loose all in a day then she'd leave with half

and we're all gonna die its just a matter of time

no one is better that the other- we all equal

but some are more equal than others

take life as it comes, day after day

don't worry about your future just pray
be yourself and let YOUR light shine

If you humble God wont keep a secret from you
unless your stupid then his message wont get through
in fact he been here before you were born
what makes you think he wont be here after you gone
you not the center of the universe, your not all that important
the sun, moon and stars will shine on without you
life will continue without you, your just a spectacle on her back
the earth will move on like you never even existed
and all because of  the truth you resisted
It makes no sense to wait for him
its better for you to wait on him
He been God before your birth, he will away's be


If life gives you apples then make apple juice
its all about choice so pick the fruit
will God blame you for making apples Juice from Apples
then the world is yours made in the image of God
Its elementary but we have made it seem like Chemistry
If you want it go get it, but be careful what you wish for
cause you just might get it.

Remember that God is real and so are YOU
you only get what you ask for and that is true
so if you ask for limes then limes you'l get
but chances are its sour so don't regret
without money would you enter a restaurant and order food?
would you ask for fish when you really want fried chicken
would you make yourself hungry if you got money to eat?
why would you deny yourself a pleasure in life?
If you listen you'd know that it was you all along
you got what you wanted, you created this one
like I created this verse, coming from the universe
thoughts on life I share, its all been done before


You make a sacrifice for whatever you want
if you want it you have to pay for it- nothing is free
God made that sacrifice for US, we need to follow his example
what are we willing to give up for what we want
how hard are we willing to work?
thoughts on life- think about this


Ain't nothing new under the sun, ain't nothing new to come
what you struggle with now, people struggled with before
history repeats itself like a movie you've seen before
its all been done before, all been done before
nothing new to explore, nothing new to explore
I share my thoughts on life, how bout a penny for a Poet

Relax and let it be, life is not physics or chemistry
life is me, life is you, life is what you DO
I preach to myself cause I need my own advise
to take my advise would be wise
while we wait for Christs coming, do we wait in fear?
but Christ has always been coming year after year
I know you don't wanna hear it but his coming has gone
you missed it by the day you were born
you're late at least by a couple thousand years
so don't you worry and stop counting tears
release all your fears be ready as you can be.

So what if he comes and finds you not ready?
then its YOU who made that choice to not be ready
and if you ready then you wont have a fear
cause fear only subdues the weak in heart
but tell yourself your strong and that's a great way to start!

A second time experience cannot replace a first time experience
we experience life only ONCE, so it must be lived
for we dont know if we shall get another
we are all waiting for what is to come
because we don't know, there is not a man that knows everything
If he coming a second time then he must have came a first
yet nobody alive has ever seen the first.
Then really its not the second coming for you but the first
cause there is a first time for everything we all look forward to
a first time to be young, a first time to be old, a first time to cry
and even a first to die, we all wait for the first and not the second
a first time for love and pain. for hurt and shame, for loss and grief
but it comes ONCE so don't miss it
cause you rarely get a second chance in life for a first time experience
but how often we blow our chances away
thoughts on life that's all I have to say


Thepoet
Inspired by my depression

DON'T BLAME THE GANJA

DON'T BLAME THE GANJA

Don't blame it on the ganja

this poem is not about ganja

its about this brain and my psyche

its about my energy flow. the highs and lows

its about the manic, the depressive

and all that comes with it.

Its about my left hand and these thoughts I have

so don't blame the ganja, the marijuana

that's not the reason that im high 

I've got a brain problem and I don't know why

Mythical_Poet

A NATURAL MYSTIC

A NATURAL MYSTIC

There's a natural mystic coming out my pen

I write it carefully so you can hear

It could be the first poem, might as well be the last

If you read its in my poems, if you look you'd see the truth

such a natural mystic flowing out my pen

I wont tell no lie

Such a natural mystic coming out my pen

I said, much more blood will be split
many more children will die
I wont tell no lie
Such a futuristic coming out my pen

BIBLICAL TENDENCIES

BIBLICAL TENDENCIES

Never have I ever called myself a Prophet

or have I never given myself that name

but look at everything ive written is coming

and im afraid of my pen cause if I write it,

it must have a purpose then

everything I wrote is coming through, everything,

Everything I speak comes to pass- how is that?

Nearly everything I predict is in the making

and the proof is in the poems- there is no faking.

Its some biblical stuff all I have to do is see

then structure it in poems 

clear as how I see I tell a story

then now I see it taking shape 

is this coincidence I dont think so

WHY THE FUCK I WRITE

 WHY THE FUCK I WRITE

You want me to write something, kite
its called- "why the fuck I write" -aight
I write cuz I know how to
I write cuz I have to write
I write to uncover some secret inside
I write it instead of trying to hide
I write cuz nobody hears
I write cuz nobody cares
Nobody reads when I write
except the lord of all might
but that's aight
when its all said and done
I still ama write

Mythical_Poet

WHERE I'M COMING FROM

Im coming from a place I dont know

but the place has kept me safe all the way

Im coming from dark pasts, hidden mysteries

Is where im coming from

Where im coming from I cant yet go

I dont know how to go

where im coming from

I have to know, where im coming from

where im coming from, where im coming

where am I coming from

I'm coming from a place I don't know

WHERE IM GOING

Nobody can save me, I'm in a category by myself

Where I'm going I don't know

but ill find out when I do

How the journey ends, who knows

the story of my life, how it goes

but I travel the road by faith

and when I get there is not clear

taken from Africa, born in India

carried to Jamaica never to return

I'm looking for a way

God forgives- I dont

I know I should but I wont

but am reaching near to home year after year

until the day I fly away, leave this scene

theres no where for me to go

where i'm going

MY STORY

My lyrical ability God has given me to set
me free, why, he probably feels sorry for me
or should I feel sorry for myself, my story
should not be written like ten blisters you musnt pop
I write line after and still cant stop
it just comes out my brain like a train packed
until im slapped back to reality this my fantasy
my story.
See im a reneage, a wanderer with no home
theres no where for me to go, a run away slave
looking for a home
a wanderer without a clue yet I survive through
I sojourned the seven seas and still having to roam
I walk this empty street of broken dreams
but its home to me and I walk alone
I have no friend yet I don't remain friendless
I have no equal but I'm searching whence I came
I adapt the poets life and take the poets name
cause I am the poet without fear and shame
Theres no place for me I blend with society
but feel so alone
I walk with the crowds still searching for my own
Its my night, my pain, my llegacy, my destiny

Carried from India, a peculiar child
brought to Jamaica, still seeking at trace
of a place I belonged, this place is not my home
but ill never return home for nothing is there
nothing to return to, just a broken record
of a history once known to me
It is a lonely road, but Im never alone
Ironically someone trods beside
someone near and far
so no longer I hide
Its a wanderers life, a one way street
got no place to go, nowhere to run or hide
no matter how hard Ive tried

draft 1- the poet



THE MUSICIAN IN ME

I write my lyrics word for worlds
from the heart of my pen and soul
I seek to cover this hole
and so the poems carry pain and bricks
vindictive pain  which I feed my soul.
Someone forgive me, cause I cant forgive myself
I cant forgive the pain, I cant forgive the game
stuck in the game like a wheel in a ditch
broken bones and cartilage
blood smears the sofas and seats around my bed
God can forgive but I wont
and so God forgives me instead
for not forgiving myself, feeling my pain
close to my heart he remains like money
Who do you beleive in  is it money or prayers
is it power or the man upstairs?
God bless the fleshless children in africa
may he feed them with worms and snails
as they cry to be saved, salvation for dying souls
vengeance is mine, vengeance in time
don't ask me why I stopped giving a fuck
you have a heart to care then good luck
I cry my heart is still hot but cold as ice
before you try to change this world think twice
you might cash in for a surprise
find a scope, get a clue and solve it fast
or strap your belt and be the first to last
We all cant last but the strong will continue
Dont ask me where im from or where im going
who I am or whats my cause
my only sin is being naive and so my heart in chest I leave
And I cant be the way I am anymore
its about my own survival and nothing more.

draft 1- poet

MY DISAGREEABLENESS

MY DISAGREEABLENESS

This constant war I wage in mind

wont let me win on either side
The thing I wish I do it not
the thing I desire most I leave allot
the good I mold it runs from me

the strenght I need I STILL don't see

WORLDS APART

WORLDS APART

Girl trust me when I say we are worlds apart
im nothing like you and you're not like me
im different and im not trying to brag
and thats what hurts me cause we can never be
we are worlds apart like Africa to America
but you trapped my heart from the very start
and though I need someone It cant be you
you are not like me and im not like you

MY NAME IS

MY NAME IS

My name is a curse that brings rich blessings
I write it in verse and poems the way it is
My name is a mystery and sacredly unknown
but I own it though for it is my own
My name is demanding, it demands discipline
it is holy and that keeps me from sinning
My name is surely the reason I'm me
it came from Africa my name is Semugeshi

Mythical_Poet

WHEN I WAKE FROM SLEEP

WHEN I WAKE FROM SLEEP

When I wake from sleep thanks I give
to tell the morning clouds that I live.
I sit up straight and ponder deep
the thought of me not awake from sleep,
the gloom it roams all round my head
but thanks I give that am not dead

THE LAD WHO REFUSE TO BE A PROPHET

THE LAD WHO REFUSE TO BE A PROPHET

There lives a lad, a certain lad who owns a talent of words and

thoughts, he had a gift, a certain gift which set him apart from others, a

peculiar trait and nature. This talent made him special, so special

he was sensitive, so sensitive he could percieve things intutively, so intuitive

others could not understand his ways of thinking and acting

He owned this gift but did not like this gift, this gift called prophecy.

One day he went to the lords house and said, "lord, creator of heaven and earth,

take this gift from me that is ruining my life, the same that prevents me

from being normal and sane. I only want to be like normal people since

nobody understands when I share the heights of my thoughts, they too deep

for even my own mind"

After he finished, he waited for a response but received nothing, for no
word was given. So he left the house of God. So from time to time he would
say those words to the lord, but nothing. Then one day the lord appeared to him
in a clear audible voice saying, "my son I made you for my own glory and love you
the way you are, I love you, remember this always".

This touched him so much he began to cry tears of joy right there, that flowed
from his eye like drops of rain from a green leaf in the freshness of the morning.
The boy contemplated on the words of the lord, contemplated so
much he began to beleive the words. It seemed God worked through his
refusal


HOW IM FEELING RIGHT NOW

Unknown to me the future, giving thanks for today
having no cares for tomorrow, today is all I see
thinking of success, moving closer, closer to me
how im feeling right now,and what I want to be




STORY TO BE CONTINUED