CAN I REFUSE GOD OR MYSELF

CAN I REFUSE GOD OR MYSELF

Lord why have you given me these burdensome news

why have you made me the way I am a hopeless soul

Shall I refuse the call and be an ordinary man

or run away from my soul which shall never change

help me to understand my ways, your ways are set

why cant I leave this alone I have to speak yet

How hard it is for me to turn from you o God

how hard to forget  of your loving kindness

I am set from before I was ever in this land

I am possessed by holiness and the ways of heaven

I fight this possession but cannot resist my nature

resistance is a sour taste in my mouth

the desire of mine eyes is your calling on me

but hard is the works of your suggestions

danger is the path I trod--my mouth a trap

sincerity is my heart direction or an evil deception

I cannot hide my mouth no more my eyes they see

I seek to doom myself, men they wait for me

and hearts whom to trust I stay away from them

can I refuse God or myself, can I stay away

to hold my mouth is to sign my condemnation

now catch me almighty hand I flee to distant lands

I flee from myself the way things ought to be

to speak your words or dig my grave I've lost all sanity.

COME ALONE TO HOME ALONE

COME ALONE TO HOME ALONE.

Come with me to the dark side of the Forrest

a lonely boy could drown in a sea of trees

where souls have gone when cold wind blows

never perfect return for only God knows.

A boy on a journey life is not a straight road

there's much to learn youngin keep your head up

and wait your time cuz you only live once

what surprise lies ahead no one will know.

The proofs in the pudding so get your hands in

the battle with God son no one can win

there's always more you'll never catch the wind

the view remains black till sunrise comes in.

From a sea of trees may I exit please

been travelling some time this long cloudy road

so distant from the light side of the Forrest

No man would boldly come to this land.

A place where devils dream and sinners sing

where cowards hide in the narrow wide

come with me to the dark side

Come alone to home alone.

I say come come alone to home alone

only silence can solve  the  great unknown

Silence, look and don't say nothing

youngin just look around but don't say nothing.

DON'T SAY NUTHIN

Keep listening, keep thinking, never give in

got sweat, got blood, got tears leaking outta my pen

some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times

Ive seen things you would not believe

seen others reach heights you thought who can achieve

the higher levels, the game is not a simple one

I'm trapped so all I do is write keep silent through the night

shhh, look around but don't say nuthin

keep looking, keep looking but don't say nuthin.


DEAR GOD MAY I EXIT PLEASE

Dear God may I exit please
May I leave this place just once I plead
May I reach new heights and sight new shores
please set me free, please open doors
I know you read all of my works
just read my heart and what it sings
release me from islands and times long spent
don't hold me back, may I exit please.



TO GIVER OF GIFTS

To giver of gifts I write this one
you who gave me this one
I smile .
To giver of gifts I write this song
a song of my heart
I smile.
To giver of gifts who  bless me dear
with words I share
I smile.

TRUTH HURTS

TRUTH HURTS

Stuck in this game without a plan

how so did I get to this cold earth

there's no peace for me until at death

my favorite day perhaps the day I die

Im stuck in the game what am I doing

life has no  meaning am not living

im nobody till Im dead with that said

truth hurts and the pain never ends

I cried all my tears for this world

now no more tears in the sky to cry

when I woke from weary dreams awhile

whats a lad to do in this old cold world

things are never as they seem to be

for truth hurts and the pain never ends

im nobody till im dead with that said

I live the life I live and keep alone

truth hurts & the writings on the wall

They say I have a good heart, they say

but im still misunderstood I am so very

living by the rules I do what im told

now im more trapped than ever before

wish my day would come end this misery

enjoyed the good times despite fantasy.

WHAT IS SO WRONG WITH DEATH

I sing my thoughts to death that lady

who comes and goes but once a mystery

she dressed in black like the night

wanders about looking souls to fright

should I take her offer and dance away

this precious gift but once is given

I ask a million unanswered questions

yet never a glance in her direction

why does a young man ponder such a lady

like a snake who flirt she poisoned many

though life be untimely what can we do

nothing, to think that day she visits you.

A WORD TO SATAN

Dear overlord take these words very seriously

Im not gonna waste my time on you fools

This my poem to  you Satan Ill get right to point

Dear Satan this a warning rhyme

And for all his soldiers as well

Listen up and listen good you evil pricks

Im not going down with you vindictive bastards

I know you read my timeline posts, I know you

follow me up every-where, I know you want to get me in bed.

I dont get down like that im straight

But im telling you right now and here to leave me alone

Im seeing what you do and am not for games.

No matter how many arrows ima keep getting up, that's right

you don't know what you dealing with. I respect you

I admit you have some power, but just leave Gods

child alone before you get a knock on the door.

I promise you that hes very jealous and he will

take me out before you can ever get the chance to do that

let it not come to that we cool

so do us both a favor and stay away

it would be better for us both.

I have the kind of protection you use to know about

Im praying for you

okay

good boy?

LONELY ROAD

 LONELY ROAD

I woke up one day to find a lonely road.

This lonely road I found, I was bound,

It, filled with lights and signs nowhere.

There are many paths a boy could trod

but I travel alone with shadow beside

 no soul to confide and my heart as guide

This lonely road has many beasts to scare

 To where it leads I will in time get there

There’s no place to run or hide I’ve tried.

My life my life makes me wanna run away

But I know I’ll make it somehow someday

I chose this road and that’s the difference.

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POEM AFTER POEM

POEM AFTER POEM

Im not normal somethings off in my brain

I feel a poem coming...I feel like dancing

a bit of sorrow to last till tommorow

better write it before the high floors

will never forget the poem I read at OMG

I was definately floating on top of clouds

only if I felt this way every single day

things would be okay with crowds id play

OTHER POETICS

OTHER POETICS

Just be real with me. I may not have alot of 'friends' but

my peculiarity comes with a few advantages.

Infact I never had alot of friends growing up. Im not antisocial

but Its too stressing to be around people, lol

I read people very well and 9 out of 10 im never wrong. 

9 out of 10 my intution is reliable

8 out of 10 I see the future 

and if you think im joking just read my poems to see what will happen next.

 I feel I don't belong on this earth. Im a stranger, 

but im here for a reason, that's if I don't fail

THINKING FEELING

Im a feeler, that's my personality type

im intuitive that's my strongest trait

If you lie to me I will know it

if you are troubled I will see it

like a radio station frequency

things come at me from all over

I have a strong feminine 

my masculine still developing

even though im a guy

my outward is masculine

I see through the feminine

its the feminine energy

mos guys are afraid of their feminine

they wont even show affection to each other

like why is hugging considered gay

thats what Jamaican men say

many people don't give women

credit in society

But its the women who hold it

women nurture, women care

women are smarter than men think!

and if a woman comes after you

YOU IN TROUBLE, BIG trouble

ENGLISH POEM

ENGLISH POEM

Shall I compare my thoughts to empty dreams

my words to the lines of a promisory note

my eyes  hold the sight of prophets old

habits like the ways of hills and streams.

Thou art my strenght and salvation forevermore

my lightpost, an ever present compass within,

shall I lose myself amongst daughters of men

Oh the God of my salvation walks with me, amen.

What a friend I have in times of need

when roads get rough my heart I bleed

Thou raised me up to stand on mountain tops

exalting your name for names sake alone.

My days are young though time be old

my health preserved in the times of trouble

the beasts cannot touch a hair of my head

the serpent looks but cannot find its prey.

I walk alone greater is HE walkin with me

I fear nothing my soul pure as refiners gold

you order my precious way who could judge my steps

you separated me from before the world was.

The source of all life and wisdom

The I AM that I AM

Selah!,

I travel this road my hope rests in my maker

all the days of my life I want to be with you

My protector, my guidance, be my guidance now
my provider, my comforter restore my strenght

till the day I ascend to glory

lead me in the path of peace and prosperity

never let me stray from your holy way

give me strength to travel the road of life

Fill me with your heavenly power, pour it O.

let the rain fall down and wash me clean

you who hover  in ships and moving clouds

I hear your beam telepathically

They tap my mind to awaken their children.

I feel the end is near, I see the ships

you bid me prepare to stand the test

the ships are here the chariots of fire

come take me now with  all your children.

Africa my fathers land, my ancestral lineage

prepare the way for the celestial age

come now my people lets move at once

the master returns old time is spent.

its over, its going down down down

tap all the children in frontal lobes

let them rise in pure white robes.

Mythical_Poet

THE POWER IN POETRY

THE POWER IN POETRY

Whoever said poetry cant pay those bills

does not really know what poetry is,

poetry is power packed in beautiful words

poetry is 66 books plus 6 days of creation

Writing poetry got me through university

switching major some thought me crazy

looking within I found what I was seeking

my journey began, before writing this one

I had not a clue, about what I was to do

poetry so lovely she helped me find my way

holding my hand whispering precious secrets

assuring me that everything will be okay.

then when I picked the pen and wrote my first

it was not the best but yet still not the worst

and I got better with every letter, ever word

somehow someone near  my poems heard

And then it hit me like a asteroid-my gifting

all this time what joys I've been missing

Im connected to a higher force through words

and it found me in its time not mine.

What potent power in poetry she opens doors

of expression releasing tensions  through creation

to the pure in heart she holds nothing good back

abuse her gift she'll erase you from the book of life

So as I pen this I remember the one who heard

the one who saw every thought I thought every word

the one who gives and takes away, he shows

everything that will happen in time he knows.

draft 1

CAN YOU SEE THE END?

CAN YOU SEE THE END?

Time goes by so slowly her end is near

the tank is nearly full, no space to spear

its going down like a jet without fuel

like a engine without oil,

the perfect picture will spoil

Can you see the end

Are you able to comprehend?

Are you ready for when old time will end

Do you see what I see?

Do you see what I see?

I see churches, I see schools

I see man made rules

I see blood, bodies, buildings, piling pouring

Do you hear me? You don't hear me

I say its going down, no word can pen

Are you ready for when old time will end?

draft 1

MY SOLITARY NATURE

MY SOLITARY NATURE

I live with the hills

and talk with the skies

I keep a Dog as pet

with such there is no threat

My only real companions

been this way since a baby

how can I explain you 

my solitary nature

I walk alone, yet still not alone

I got trust issues

I can see right through

my advantage-poetry- that is true

I barely leave the house

now where would I go

I feel I have no friends

no one comprehends

I can write all day 

about my solitary way

how I never fit in

when t'was time to play

being  so misunderstood 

time and time again

this the way I am

so I cant pretend

My solitary nature

is the reason I write poems

the reason im selfish

and kind in the same breath

I get many thoughts while in solitary state

imaginations my best teacher

I see far so I stay far

I hear much so I talk less

that's the way I am.

Don't ask me why I have no 'friends'

don't ask me why I walk alone

I have no home, no solid bone

I talk with whoever when I roam

Im here and there like the wind

I find more joy in my own world

more connection with my own soul

more conversation in my own thoughts

I am one with myself

I walk with myself, talk with myself

I am what I am

my ways are not your ways

my thoughts are not your thoughts

I am separate and unique

the truth is what I speak

I belong in my thoughts

in imagination, in creation

I speak things into existence

I say and I do

I am one to one

I and I all the way

I have no crowds I stand alone

I mingle in crowds but im my own

my solitary nature

draft 1

WHY I WONT TRY MARIJUANA

WHY I WONT TRY MARIJUANA

It would be so cool for me to be a fool

and destroy myself without thinking twice

it would be so easy to be just lazy

to turn myself into being crazy

why I wont try marijuana, marijuana is danger

I might as well put a gun to my head

then dig a hole and bury myself in
 releasing inhibitions- it could really free me
it could open doors I closed on myself
windows of opportunities or liabilities
some doors are not to be opened
like some keys should not be found
some secrets are better left alone
these words are all my own
why would I want to kill my natural high
that natural flow of rhythm and motion
these rhymes come in times
inspiration is my natural gift
then to disturb this wind would not be wise
how I see it through my own eyes

this not a diss to marijuana smoking people

marijuana is medicine that's true

but marijuana don't like marijuana

Cannabis don't like Cannabis

weird don't like weird that's whats feared
dont trust ganja, cuz I dont trust myself
dats basically what its all about
mirror mirror on the wall whose the fearest of dem all
I am.

The left hand is not the right

the right brain is not the left
Satan fears Satan cuz the game is in the gamble

the trigger belongs to the puller
like the words from the writer
I know im much much brighter
than to travel on that other side.

draft 1

DON'T TAKE MY POETRY

DON'T TAKE MY POETRY

If you take away poetry, u take me out my element

if you take my freedom of expression you kill my soul

im no more than a slave, expression is what I crave

don't take my music, it soothes away my pain

it puts a smile on my face and keeps me sane

I love music, I love expression, I love poetry

I love nature, I love money, the finer things

I love beauty, I love art, I love solitary.

don't take these things from me

let me think free

If you take away poetry what else would I own

except myself and my lone

u take away my God, you take away my throne

take away my food, Ill starve to death

if you take my culture there's nothing left

but nature my refuge and strength.

If you take away woman, im a  tired old man

if you take my desire im not alive but dead

if you take my language then I confuse myself

if you take away my people then im an island

You take away my freedom, you put me in hell

I love music, I love expression, I love poetry

take away my self confidence, you have my self respect

you take away my desire, you kill my soul

then I am no longer a man, but an island

I am not a tree but a mere plant trampled underfoot

you take away my worth when you do all these things

take away my color, you take away my image

you take my self esteem along with my dreams

when you tell me LIES as truth in disguise.

draft 1

STILL SEARCHING

STILL SEARCHING

Still in denial about who I am

an introvert trying to find his worth

wondering how im different

STILL pondering my future in this world

like what makes me me, I still cant see

then my feelings flow in full force

I isolate too much with a warm heart

wanting to beleive this who I am

its all pyschologic these thoughts

SEEM  too many too plenty to pen

Introverted in a extroverted world

still in denial about who I am

I wish these poems to spell sacred truth

leave a mark on historys doorpost

or paint a picture of the other half

can I turn myself off how I wished so.

draft 1

WHEN LIFE GETS BORING

WHEN LIFE GETS BORING (look up)


When life gets boring  keep ignoring
cuz life aint boring, no need for snoring
keep on going, keep on climbing
up the ladder in time grow taller
when life gets boring, keep ignoring
like a eagle in sky aim high at  soaring
you will feel better with every letter
for love she writes the sweetest poems
in every verse or every chapter
or every song it wont be long till
her timeless poem feels much better
and time he tells the kindest lessons
when fates charm  whispers in between
and every question is for an answer
and every wish has a card, a well
every wonder in time will spell
And life will solve every secret mystery
right every wrong ever done in history
when old fears dry from burdened eyes
every curse is blessings in disguise
and then you'll see life is not boring
just keep on going, keep on climbing
find the best in all her mess
dont miss a chance to pass her test

Inspired

THE WAY I AM OR CHOSE TO BE


How many poems must I write
how many words can paint this picture

my aura burns slow and low a calm cool vibe
then it ignites like light making me high like a kite
only burn up fast am trying to hold on
im afraid this mind wants to destroy me
A tutsi, my history, my genes
What is this?
So much activity a fantasy in my brain
my moods change, rearrange, its strange
how I move in and out, up and down, smiles
frowns not for long then Im flying off the ground

got a bad case of introversion cant turn 'on' or 'off'

it seems to have a hold on me and controls my every activity

some days slow, some days fast, some day I wonder if id last

then there are times id jump on the bike and ride the wind

and dance with the crowds be4 I fall back down

THE PRICE OF MY HAPPINESS

THE PRICE OF MY HAPPINESS

What is the price of my happiness
a long time ago, a very long time
a child was born, a special child
then he came into the world for me
lived for me, prayed for me, died for me.
dead dead dead like a dead dog
he was laid to rest no faults to test
a perfect child could face a death,
a death as so brutal as that death
then for me to face that priceless price
not as pure as that perfect seed
id rather live then and think twice

the precious price paid for me

he never deserved it, thats why I got it.

the price of my happiness, no man can guess

11 Feb 2013

CROSS ROADS

CROSS ROADS

The Prophet cries to come out of me

but he struggles with his other side

the writer tries, tries to be free

to say whats on his mind internally

the good side denies the evil thing

the evil resists the good to win

caught between the balance of decision

walking a road with no real direction

carrying a load with no rest, my test

to figure out which side of me is best.

THIS EVIL THING

This evil thing is worrying I wish it would not be

I try to hide this evil thing, this evil thing in me

what is this evil thing refusing to leave me alone

I try not to take a blame but I feel it is my own

This evil thing I fight it, I fight it with all I have

I really hate this evil thing right now I feel like giving  in

to this evil thing  which wont let me do good

the good I envision to do

When I speak this evil thing is coming back its true

This evil thing comes, this evil thing goes

I get my self prepared

Im afraid this evil thing is taking over

and that is what I've feared.

SENSITIVITY

SENSITIVITY

Sensitivity is my sixth sense

my sensitivity is my capability.

Creativity is my next activity

my creative equals my ability.

Intuitively I see many things

I pick up signals like radio stations.

Humilitys, my everyday reality

I am this way nothing can change me

Anonymity is my special hobby

I write poetry to pass the time.

My possibility can reach infinity

so many thoughts in my mentality.

potentially you're not safe around me

my sixth sense will see right through.

Relatively my name is introvert

Ive been this way from tender birth.

POEMS FROM MY HEART pt 1

POEMS FROM MY HEART pt 1

What does a man gotta do to be the man

why don't when people read this they understand

these eyes r opening like the sunrise at morning

then it starts to dawn in ain't nobody to trust in.

The evil that men do, who can one be friend to

and ears who to lend to, life aint that simple

poems from my heart, like this just a start,

with girls im very careful cuz few have broke my heart

wont cry me a tearful resist the sweet feel of their pull

forget about bad honeys, lets talk about the monies

money, money, money makes a man act funny

yet a man with no money is a man who goes hungry

then it begins to dawn in ain't nobody to trust in

poems from my heart like this is just a start.

The heart of men, who can comprehend

not every gorgeous glitter is heaven from a pen

its all about the trust and not in who to lust

poems from my heart that seem like worlds apart.

And as far as the doe goes, it brings many more woes

like pockets got a hole as if some greed has stole

cuz you never get enough and that is not a bluff

poems from my heart that seem like worlds apart.

Surely since when is kindness the new weakness

for some reason to speak less is the new stress

All my love goes to God

All my time to money

These are words from my heart

like this is just a start.

I CANT BELIEVE IT

I CANT BELIEVE IT

I cant believe im 25

5  years more to thirty

somethings changed in me

5 years ago I was 20

my head more free now

experience has taught me

I let go childish things

I laught at mildish things

everythings changing slow

I cant beleive im 25

Ive grown

THE GIFT AND CURSE

THE GIFT AND CURSE

If I can only stop getting high

then I would be alright.

But im fighting this thing

cause it wants to consume me

its so good and so bad for me

But I did nothing to cause this

so I guess this d way I am.

Im clean. But people say he

on that ganja, if you only knew

when I get the rush I drop to 

to the ground and my spirit

is high, im on a kite like

giggling, here it goes again!

woe, heaven, my molecules

My brain produces cannabis

times ten, so I have d munchies

yet still he don't eat much

hes sick and finally realizing

but if I get help would I be

the same? Would I ever write

beautiful poems again?

Will I hear angels sing?

300 poems & words cant explain

Im emotionally sensitive

but then when the high goes

oh no! oh no! Im a junkie

teachers used to think im lazy

well maybe, I just need a spark

to beat this mystery thing

dats if Il ever be rid of this thing

that is good and bad for me

I wish It wasn't true- a drug addict

without the drugs, its all psychological

look deep and see who this is for

I like your style want to know more

my poems reveal the real me u see

am a nice guy if you get to know me

will you get to know me, the real me

derz so much I can teach you freely

Id take you out and show you my world

tell you secrets I know you've never heard

not looking for someone just a friend

im not a loner, am just not social

im not public, im private

im one to one, I am what I am.

IM HUNGRY

IM HUNGRY

Im hungry right now with a full belly

I want to eat some money, more money!

boy blew $60,000 in sixty seconds

if I knew where it went id go find it,

picked up some bad habits-rabbit grab it

my eyes set on it so I got to have it.

The picture widened when I left school

the colors changed with all the rules

Im in need of prayer to relieve this spell

All I think is money- am I going to hell?

No wife, no girlfriend, no dependent

twenty, thirty, forty cakes I've spent

yet Id feel better if I knew where it went.

Money wont buy happiness but I've tried

im hungry with green eyes open wide

I have dreams of driving million dollar cars

steady climbing reaching for the stars

I want to come up cuz im kind of skinny
I know for fact there's a hustler in me

$30,000 watches Seiko time excellent

$10,000 on shoes couldn't resist I went
Immigration officer said I couldn't leave the island
so Im stuck here, look what I made with my hand!

Am a child of the King you cant take that from me
So when im hungry I lose that money
then find it back the next day- no worry.