Together We Cry

Amongst stromy weather,.
let's stay together,
I make you cry
you make me cry,
so lets cry together,
we know we need each other,
Yes we are lovers,
but friends first,
yes baby I said "for better are for worse,"
Even though we have problems,
only God will slove them.
With him our love is not dead.
But alive,
and yet it thrives,
So passionately burning to survive,
together, together, we cry,
But our love will never die.

May Your Seasons Be Jolly

Holiday Rhyme

Oh, with great cheer,

the holiday season is here,

so let us be thankful we are still here.

take time out and light a candle

For the problems we cannot handle.

Let his praise ring,

Joy to the King,

Pray for all the Tiny Tims,

Sing a  hymn,

Teach your kids the real reason,

and the meaning for the season.

Mrs. Rosa The Soulja

Mrs. Rosa was a soulja
who fought for justice
for us.
She carried the torch for civil rights to be addressed,
helped spark the revolution for progress,
oh Lord bless her soul.
May she rest,
she gave her life and best
to make things better for me and you.
Mrs. Rosa we will never forget you.
As I pay homage
with a poetic passage
only to speak the message
of hope and necssary equality.
For true happiness, and liberty
God rest her your majesty.
Letting her legacy
to be forever embedded in our memories,
and in our hearts.
Thank You.
Mrs. Rosa Parks.

Through Each Day

As I go through each day,
sometimes I feel as if I have lost my way.
I stop then take time to pray,
and then I feel okay.
To know your love is forever,
not just an error.
It is everlasting grace,
and I find that amazing in this crazy place.

Simplicity

It is easy to drift into complexity,
But simplicity is what I want you to see.
When life is simple, I am free
to be what I am.
Ordinary
is okay
with that I am free
and so full of simplicity.

My Soul

I study the best,
and struggle for success,
that I manifest
to forget is to be forgotten,
left dead, spoiled,and rotten.
So my song
is not to forget where I came from,
or I am done.
I must try to live like God's son,
pursue goals,
persevering through pain and be  bold.
Most of all I must never lose my soul.

Friends

Friends, we make them,
then lose them.
Sometimes use them,
abuse them,
choose them,
and then leave them
but wait,
life goes on.

A Soliloquy of Tears

Tears are bitter, but sweet
as they flow
they are the medicine that helps us grow,
they can be sorrowful and pitful,
in them is emontional truth and love,
there is artistic beauty in tears
they capture the enssence of fear,
what we perceive
is not always what we believe.
Through tears we yearn
and learn
more about life.
As it realates
to love and correlates
with hate.
The paradox
when men and women deal with emontions
is unorthodox.
Others say that is the way we are taught
holding on to that thought
Yes, when successes have gone awry,
those bitter sweet tears I cry.

Katrina

God bless humanity
for this deathly insanity,
and tragedy.
That inflicted poverty and despair
while some don't care.
For those who lost their lives,
for those trying to survive.
This turblent beast
in the south east.
Mrs., why did you this to people
who did nothing to you?
Saying that is questioning God,
but the pain still throbs.

Why Must We Play The Game

Love, why do we play the game,
when it is over we feel the heartache and pain.
To some it is just game,
some think if  a man's heart is soft,
then he is lame,
oh love, why do we play the game.
When it is over we feel ashamed,
and swear never to love again
then turn around and love again.
Love again.

Ponder

As I wonder
I ponder,
thoughts
of many plots,
dreams
as my eyes beam,
the voices inside me scream.
as long as I grow,
I know
that life can be bliss
even in loneliness.

Many Struggles

Struggles are many, never few,
But through God we make it through.
Life's pains come and go,
Like the rain and the rainbows,
the sun sets
as the more difficult life gets.
 Oh, the obstacles we face,
making our way through only by God's grace.

Oppressed Child

Oppressed Child

A child who contemplates life and death,
till there is nothing left.
There is a lack of knowledge,
like a book that sits on a shelf.
No inspiration,
 so there is no motivation.
No postive role models,
so there is no aspiration,
to be a scholar like Aristole.
An abyss of emptiness, of poverty,
only to live in a caged society.
He is held down by things that he does not know.
He never grows,
or sees things flourish,
or has sweet memories to cherish.

This World

This world is a paradise lost,
at all cost.
Everybody wants to be the boss
but have not paid the price
doomed to live in with a den of vice.
A place of sin,
and a mentality of fame and dividends
worldy lives
lead by lies.
The enemy always spies,
and deception is always on the rise.
Only the true paradise lies
seen with hearts not eyes
in heavenly skies.

This World

The Fight

The fight for racial equality,
and the struggle for humanity,
is never won.
This is why a revoltion has begun,
I understand there is not a utopia society
and that is just a part of reality,
but there ain't sovereignty
 for poverty
how would the rich feel,
if they started to miss alot of meals,
cut backs on social security,
has the whole country
losing its identity,
knowing there cannot be parity,
is life-long rarity,
but life is an education of many different varieties.

Reptile Resemblance

I like turtles,
they resemble my life,
determined but slow,
 yet they get where they want to go.

Why

Why?
Why do we cry?
Why do people die?
Why do birds fly?
Why is there disease and no cure?
Why is the love for God pure?
Why does the love of money cause greed?
Why in human nature do we plant a seed?
Why do people hate?
Why do I live in this mind state?
Oh why?
Oh why?
God I love you and I.
Why?

Self Experience

In life I thought,
I fought,
I read,
I wrote,
I spoke,
But on that note,
it was love I sought.
So in life I was taught.

When Dreams Die

What happens when dreams die?
I say this with a sigh
to come up shy
of your goals
a life that is not whole.
To have alot of would-have beens,
a lot of regrets deep within.
To lose sight of your dreams
and not do postive things.
So what happens when dreams die?

The Path We Take

We metamorph from a caterpillar to a cocoon
to a beautiful butterfly.
Until we die,
as our souls grow
what path we take
only God knows.