Remember

I'm scared,afraid thats what it's called.Now i'm infuriated and burgeanly frustrated but the anger will flare,because nothing stands in my way.What did i be desclosed over so i break free and name myself a hero,take away my name and i still remain with my voice that would be my image.So remember my words because now i yelled"tell me who you are?"

A bit of hope

When it comes you'll hear a sound from the mist,
do not run,bow and say hi...
When it falls from the sky,do not fear,lift a hand and pick it up with pride...
When you salute,wave goodbye,do not throw a stone behind and go...
When will the answers to my questions be puzzled in my mind,leaving me with spaces in between...
This time its called letting go of the past and trailing over to the next ride...longing comfort for i pause in the cold winter day,which way to go next.

Thoughts"pounding heart"

If you woke up with a feeling that says: "Are you okay??. . ." replie by saying "why do you care" **Laughing. . .Its called the heart where you locate the stressful sounds you hear running in reindeer mourn with sore pain,because its too much to bare.Ruling over a defenseless soul but not despair just an act of ponderous saga."Pain is inevitable,suffering is optional" to these deaf ears its unspoken.

Until next time,you keep quiet and listen very carefully. . . .Listen.

Confused"Self image"

We have something in common,the same eye sight and laughter.The same date of birth and image,we are somehow similar though we are no familiar.
Are we from the same mother because my tone still sounds sour.

Say it

Say it like you mean it,spickes in my back evolving like a human creature,a freak they named.

My design of the image in the clouds,lying in my back selecting my perfect picture,said to fly over.say it...

Like you mean it,the pleasure of being born,salute enormously that intch of gass like a mystery but forbidden not inevitable.

when it sails in the ocean left me gazing in the sun with the sand of time i never broke down...i said it.

Differences in my footsteps,they treasure them and paid to view like an ancient art effect,not tomorrow nor another day.

Woke up with surrounded faces of terror just to witness insanity or what... just like that its said.

Say it like you mean it,they lied to solve a complicated story uncompared to a silly joke but still undeserved to appeare.

Failed to announce to the deaf ears of intelligent designs of living,yet broken down to amuse the rest.

Repeated and replay with such figures.Say it like you mean it but leave a clue or trail to the end.

Randomly

Young minded"thinking"

For once i have had a clear conscious and it feels good,burgeon as i wish not to change for my destination isn't my final stage in life.
The is always a peack of timeless success in each way my journey leads,although it's oppressive i never let it rampant me down.
My aim is to overcome the privilege of my responsibilities and more to come...

Well known

Sold to the slide face creature in the middle of the ocean.
Made slave selling potato bacorns in the jungle.

Told not to enter with muddy footsteps creating chaos,
what has mankind turned into after sins dusted out.

Awaken in the early mornings of winter with a class of milk and no bread.
Atleast God watched over him.

Soon he turned into a king.
Fair with a share not to see history repeats itself.

Each night singing like the night he was sold to be a slave and serve a man with no mercy.

Found peace and happiness after being an example of no truth to life given.

Vowed not to see misery in each and everyone of them,
but given the precious gifts to please his blessings.
Not forgeting what sees him through.

Everythings comes to an end at some point yet believing in each soul that begges for shelter or food,
just to sees through the day or rain.

Wicked like the city that demolished for its disgusting acts.
Never been drown into unhealthy states for faith kept in the heart.
"Now that came true what next..."

No journey has been these long,
they stare with surprise why he still stands up.
Courage and dedication...
honour and careful attention to every detail.

"slite step"...thats the sound of the wicked wishing but not distracted.
Continued with love and giving out guidens for he had nothing to fear.

Placing his hands on the right sight,
holding on close until this day.
No longer able to walk and spreed what turned him into a well spoken man he is,

well known for his work no longer a slave but a saviour to mankind...remember that...

Stranger

I twisted my body and turned,to look at her walking away with those weird looking gorillas.
I turned and saw her wicked smile cursing me with a sign,that says...
"Help!!"
I stopped walking and called up her name but failed.
I never stopped staring,
i gave her my word that she will never be misleaded by pretty things.
I kept it with me and gave her a symbol,without expecting anything in return.
I walked away but footsteps from behind,shakened by fear i turn to look nothing was there,
I kept it with me and stayed simple and asked to be guided to her position.
I still believed,i could help although she kept telling me lies.
but these streets are owned by those who seek respect by force.
I kept walking with fright but frustration for i wasnt able to help.
Should i feel guilty or smile for she saw the good side in me and i looked away.
That would be a lie for i was honest with her but she kept lying to me.
Yet i listened and finally she arrived,hope safe and sound,with no pain or regret.
I was patient and careful,
i wasnt fooled by her pretty face.
I wasnt fooled by her sweet talks and hugs when i paid attention to her state,while she keeps holding me close,
i kept moving away,telling her to head home and rest.
I still feel humiliated,for they thought i was taking adventage of you,but glad i am that you reached home.You saw the next day with no regrets and pain,"i hope shes okay''.

Merry Chrismas

They send their shoutouts to their families,wishes for a best chrismas.
They travel in high ways,keen to see their loved ones,
they party all night,celebrating the birth of son of God...
while some bow down and sing glory to the creator of all things.
They spil blood with intentions of victory to respect like they deserve a crown,
forgeting who says the last word.
They changed it all to their best believe,like they brought it up to be named.
This day doesnt belong to them.but the creator of heaven and earth and his son.So rejoice for the sun of man has been born to wash away our sins and forgive us for our traspasses.Merry christmas enjoy it and remember he who has faith shall be blessed in his name.Rejoice

''Stare"

Walking past the high cars passing by in a speed of light,
Distracted by those gorgeous weman looking fly.
I wonder if they notice me,
even if i shout for one to pause so i could utter a word or two,
shame i'm not a ladies man.
If only i knew what to say at the right time.
I look with despair,
drooling over my favourate shirt
struck like a high school kid,thinking... only the popular guys get the chance and have the courage.
"My friends would call me a chicken,if they see me now".
...Still walking,
i stare with a blazing eye sight,
although i like food,but this moment you would say,
i stare at them like nothing would taste more than jus a touch of her face.

The she is with her friends saying only if he was walking this side of the road.
What a bammer,"
i'm close to home,see what next road will tell."

Wondering

Now let just say your wondering who this freak is,what's so special about him.whatever you found about me yot will wish to search for more.but non or less you will wish i shout your name up.I'm a friend and i love it when a nigger or chick greets me with respect an i send out my love.I am just happy today its X-mas eve and wishes to all my blog readers.

. . . . . . . . . .santa better not make your wish come true.peaCe

"Conscious"

Shallowed tears,bleeding heart.
there is one of those times i wonder what it takes to be normal?...
If you have an idea to that all then nothing will come close to you.
I always promise myself i will hate no man,but because of the assumtions
i stand back and listen very carefully,not to utter a word for they will mistaken it fo an insult.
I'm bleeding inside but say no word.
Only near future will tell i was wrong.
Yes or no dont have the will to select out the wrong or right.
I still say no word for i am nothing,but one thing i acknowledge,
If you do fear no man,then fear the devil inside then...quite i am!

Journey

God i lift my eyes towards the mountains and ask to walk a distance without fear and hate.I cry aloud to you for them to listen and hear me. . .make and keep your vows to him,let all who are around him bring tribute.

We shall move mountains and walk on rivers for you are amazing and if we stay strong to our faith and believe.God is looking down on us an hears our praisers be glad he gave you life.