Oh little red fire,
How beautiful is your flame.
That walks on dry bushes,
And leaves a black burnt stain.

Oh little red flame,
Moving in trails like a train.
And all you consume is oxygen,
So your health can be retained.

Oh little red flame,
What is your name?
What are you to be?
Can your light be obtained.

Oh little red flame,
Your fire cannot be reclaimed.
For there is no made study,
For your death or pain.

Twinkle Twinkle little star,
I always wondered what you are.
Up above the sky so high,
A fume of gas up, far and wide.
That has no shape but a shinny light.

That's sometimes there or out of sight,
And brightens up the night so bright.
Who helps the moon and shares the night.
Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Now I know what you are.

A plan was set in place,
Not sure if it'll work but it's a leap of faith.
God will lends a hand like he always do,
When I can't carry on anymore, HE helps me through.

I have few regrets, I mean who doesn't,
I need to climb I've learnt from failed attempts.
I hope this young lady I'm with reaches her goals,
I don't think I have it in me to let this one go.

My future is what I was working towards,
Whatever comes with it I pray it's good,
It has been so hard to continue progressing forward.
I keep fighting day by day as I should,
God alone knows if I had the power to remove myself from existence I would.

My plan has taken its course,
I will try my best through God's merciful grace.
This child that will add struggle yet a greater purpose to ,my life,
Lord in you I trust but I pray that in her decisions she meditated day and night.

When one and one join as two,
They stand together as one.
True love, a couple can't resist.
And when confusion comes around,
A simple kiss on the lips and all confusion is dismissed.

They laugh together,
Enjoy good times together.
Cry together,
And if life was in our control,
They would choose to die together.

Love is like a mother to her child,
Like unity of animals in the wild.
And it's where the wind blow,
There is where sad souls go.

maybe to come together and search for love,
An emotional gift from the one above.
When purity is seen in a couple.
It may be represented as a white dove.
Or a heart, or a touch, or a smile to show true love.

Love, you are my friend.
To have you in my life is essential.
Tho you may not be with me in the end,
Where I need you the most to help show potential.

You're my protection from my hate,
You help keep me in a proper mind state.
Your insubstantial touch upon my tender heart,
And every bit of you tickle my lips.

Love, you are my enemy.
Having you in my life was the best for me,
But when my heart shed that long lasting tear,
When ever I hear the word LOVE, I feel a sense of anger and fear.

You're the revolution of sensation that's lost.
Every remembrance of you is like remembrance of Christ on the cross.
You're so evil, come when you want a leave the same.
Love, I cannot take pain you'll drive me insane.

Love, my friend and my enemy.
You penetrate my life's choices and emotions.
making me happy when skies are blue,
And you get me excited to see the sun.
Love, I maybe don't love or love you.

Because love you're my friend and my enemy.
Am I your friend or enemy?
Due to the fact of past and present.
I do less harm to you as you do to me.

March the fifth, could be just any day,
But for me it's a time to sit back and meditate.
Not because it's my birthday, I'll want what others expect.
For 9 to 10 years I haven't celebrated it as expected.

It's a day to remind me the pain my mother went through.
The pain all mothers will never forget they went through.
And between me and you,
I think she feels that pain every time she cries and I think I feel it too.

What a day, just a day for someone else tho.
But they don't know, they're focused on their birthday.
That's how the world work for all of us.
Only your family and friends or maybe people in your class or work place may know.

March the fifth, could just be any day,
But I thank God for not only my birthday but for every other day.
Because I could have been dead before it had arrived.
So I'm grateful even tho I never enjoyed it that much ever in life.

I embarked on a situation, create the hypothesis for mistakes,
Mistakes isn't knowingly adding too much sugar to the cake,
Then you let it bake, afterwards the cake is baked it's too sweet, now it's a mistake.
Or is it?
But adding the right servings of salt and the cap releases allowing half the bottle to fall and the cake is salty, that's a mistake.

Don't get me wrong that simple explanation won't explain the full extent of what a mistake is and what it meant was that mistakes are depended on the understanding that knowing and not knowing finalizes the decision of making such mistakes.

If you can meditate on things that are wrong trying to put it in form to disguise it as a mistake, then that's your mistake.
Initially you make mistakes when the ignorance of something is present.
On the contrary carefully analyzing your actions and thoughts making proper covers for loopholes then doing the decided portion isn't considered a mistake.

don't tell me lies and afterwards say sorry it was a mistake,
You had time to think over those lies and the in this it results in life sentences.
Heart with no recompences,
Anger of the soul tenses,
Your mistake commences,
Now we're left with negative consequences.

Back to the beginning of your path heartbroken apart asking yourself, "Was that mistake worth making?"
Was that toothache sweet cake worth baking?
Was the thinking process worth taking?

Mistakes are out of the ordinary,
With lack of knowledge and wisdom and doing as we think rather than we know, it slow, we think, NO I don't think so, but even though our minds are clogged like someone's front door at Christmas with snow, we go the distance to allow our ignorant selves say or do things that we don't comprehend or have the evidence to show then we say sorry under low yet we learn and we will grow because that was a mistake.

So, before you approach me saying sorry it was a mistake think before you speak the same way you thought before you spoke or acted, rewind the tape repeat the situation again and again correct the matter in your brain before I ask you to maintain the words you are choosing to speak in vain..... "I'm sorry, I made a mistake!"
Or did you?

I woke up this morning,
Like Bob Marley said,
To the morning rising sun.
Thankful for the breath of life,
And for all the other things that come.

I woke up this morning,
To the morning rising sun,
Can't see the little birds.
But I can hear them singing,
Truely singing sweet songs.
Songs of love and a sign that they are living.

I woke up this morning.
To no pain and aches,
Thanking God for life,
Life, a lot in which the enemy can take.
Praying to keep me grounded and safe,
From all evil, who's wishing to destroy my faith.

So Thank him in the morning,
In the evening and in the night.
Because God never sleeps and for his children, he will never stop fight.

Many things in life make me feel at peace and relaxed.
But the best of them all is music some way say it's a fact.
I am different, I mean my music is different to others,
Let me give you an example of these such in life that matters.

Lending a helping hand to a person who needs it, so I can heard them rejoice, music to my ears.
Giving a friend advice for problems he or she is facing, so I can hear them give praise, music to my ears.

Approaching a person who looks melancholy, to make them smile, so I can hear them be joyful, music to my ears.
Giving support to a person in any ways necessary, so they can thank God for his helpers, music to my ears.

So you see, my music is different, a lot more different than others.
Because I like to make others happy, that makes me happy, and that matters.
To be as God required me to be, singing praises, music to my ears.

I once had a cat.
Her name was sapphire and she was a little fat.
She always likes to fight my feet,
When she roles long the living room mat.

She was white and loved to nap,
And one thing she never did,
Was chased or ate a rat.
And if she did't feel well she would lay on my lap.

She had grey beautiful eyes.
And loved looking at bats.
I love squeezing her tight and to give her a pat,
On her back, then she steared at me for hours.
Just so she can get a snack.

Then she roles upon the mat,
And maybe sometimes chose to fight my cap,
Instead of my feet tho.
And she ate and ate and got more fat and fat,
So she was a lazy cat, she was my cat.

What's every man's greatest fear, is it death, is it, love, is it demons or is it angels or the coming of Christ. Is it girls or are they shy to speak to others, what are their nightmares and qho or what do they see. In this dream are they in control, are they possessed by an uncontrollable desire or being. What is men daily and nightmare and what or whom they go to, to assist with over coming it. Is it the dark, I remember being afraid of the dark and the voices that penetrates the shadows that look at me. But then I searched myself a little further and I realised that my greatest fear and nightmare is to fail. It's not a natural fear everyone will have or will expect to encounter in life. Because there are a lot of people that helped me reach where I am and are still willing to lend a helping hand to assist in my fight to success. I thank God for them and I appreciate it every day that I rise in the day and rest in the night. My fear is to fail, not only me but failing those who helped me reach where I am today. I am willing to learn for my earnings and I will never appreciate myself if I become my father. I will not allow this to happen.

My mind has a wicked plan,
To destroy all in sight in result of a desolate land.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To **** peoples feelings and forbid them to stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A plan to die and never understand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To separate myself from everyone and don't give a ****.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Today I want you to live but tomorrow die please, and go back to the sand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Like why I have siblings, why can't they disappear and go back to where they came from.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A seldom echo that makes me want to run.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Slit the wrist, and burst my life bands.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Sometimes I want my mom around, most times It's her I can't stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To set a trap to catch any wicked man.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Maybe for the best or just for ******* fun.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Running away from home to my happy clan.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Demonstrate my dislike, still shows love dislikes any evil fan.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Don't care for tomorrow so live for today, or ******* and go far away.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I will fight for what I want even if I'm the only person loving my decision.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I won't let it be a tool of my own destruction.

My Queen, yes you my majesty,
I'm your humble servant, and I'm here to help.
Your riches are your smile and personality.
And that's your most precious wealth.

My Queen, yes you my majesty,
Sitting, reminiscing about the love ur giving.
I know your loving and a very caring.
So soft so tender, so big and so uplifting.

My Queen, yes you my majesty,
If I told you a flower can bloom in a dark room, would u trust me.
Because your enthusiasm lights up the room.
And I feel shivers when you sit next to me.

My Queen, yes you my majesty,
I will love you forever and forever.
Stand with you in the dark and help the sun brighten your day,
And in my heart I'll allow you to stay.

Aaliyah my sister, always combing her hair.
Every time she comes from school she's talking about her peers.
Very straight forward and she doesn't care.
A simple harsh phrase from her mouth can make you disappear.

There is another thing,
She always loves to sing.
Whether it's at home,
Or when we're in the spring.

Eli my brother, he gets angry very fast.
Very short and small maybe the smallest in his class.
And he is very ignorant and doesn't like to listen,
And when he speaks out loud, his words shoot out like missiles.

He's not that fortitude,
Has a bad attitude.
Where ever we may go,
He'll always be mean to you.

Ishmael my brother, the second to last of them all.
Hes has a big heart although he's very small.
He may be quite quiet, but a little bit mischievous.
Although we don't live together, he's always good to us.

He has a beautiful smile,
Very loving and kind.
It doesn't matter who he meets,
He'll always be a brother of mine.

Nathaniel my youngest brother, even tho he's little he teaches me to stay together.
Yes the youngest and most annoying.
He's very cute and afraid of everything but nothing.

Small and afraid of the dark,
And it smells nasty when he farts.
It doesn't matter if he pees his bed, a lot,
I'll always love and cherish him in my heart.

And we will never stand apart,
Yes! my siblings and I.

Outside he smiles,
Inside he cry.
As humble as he is,
He still tries,
To make his dreams live but it dies.
And no one knows his hardest strives,
And no one will ever live his life.
So when you see him, he'll always smile.
To hide the pain and hurt inside,
And to help keep it from all of you'll eyes.
Because if you see it, there's nothing to like,
That's why his smile is only for a while.
So he smiles at you all the time,
Because he don't want you to see him cry.
And when they ask who's that child,
Its just me smiling, sitting by the side.

He who fights with his monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

There's one thing a man should always do,
Mainly to himself be true,
Never let anyone change your point of view,
Unless what he brings makes sense to you.

You should never judge him by sight alone,
Or by the height that he has grown,
And when you're speaking always keep a moderate tone,
Because raised voice, they turn hearts to stone.

See from the beginning it was brother killed brother,
The morals in life, live, love and respect one another.
But then there're those they'll always try to be smart,
They'll take a decent man and they'll alter his heart,
Until he seeks to tear them apart.

These men, no man should call friend,
They bend lies around truths,
Until they meet their end.

Thank
God
For the
Day,
And
Thank
God
For the
Night,
Thank
God
For the
Wrongs,
And
Thank
God
For the
Rights,
No
Man is
Alone,
Nor
No
Man is
Alright,
But
God
Giveth life
So
Thank
God
For the
Light.

There's no justice for the just,
No form of grace for humanity.
Not even a slight freedom of mental slavery for us.
Neither any practice of equality.

Not everyone has a good warm heart,
Therefore not everything will be appreciated.
And the revolution of biblical days has already start.
So how long would we wait for a good deed as demonstration.

Slavery made the black man hate the whites, confirmed no love.
And the white men believed that they were all Gods.
But God made men equal, no matter of color or race, we all bleed blood.
Reason why equality can't stand because men became frauds.

So no love for the beloved,
No justice for the just humanity.
No freedom like the wild elation of the white dove.
And neither any practice of equality.

One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.
  No cement needed,
But sweat, tears and blood.
I will place one brick as perfect as one brick can be placed,
Soon I'll have my wall.
I look back,
I remember the walls I was trying to build,
"She" broke them down.
So now I must look forward,
I must say she is happy now.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.

I don't need friends,
They're unreliable and not trustworthy.
Sustain me,
Revive me,
Hydrate me,
I am running out of fluid to build my wall.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.

I feel unwanted,
I feel unappreciated,
I feel unloved,
I feel unstable,
I feel unhappy,
A good companion is so hard to find.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.
The earth has the moon,
For the dark night.
The earth has the sun,
For the bright day,
Again I must say,
One brick everyday.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.

Hear, my children the instruction of a father,  and give attention to know understanding; for I give you good doctrine; do not forsake my law. - Proverbs:4:1-2.

Open your eyes young men, to understanding, knowledge and wisdom.
Open your eyes young men, and behold,  take heed to the Kingdom.
Open your eyes young men, be aware and awake,  start giving.
Open your eyes young men, to take a place in the land of the living.

Be careful towards the occupations of the evil ones,
And understand the powers and principalities of the fallen doves.
Act with wisdom and take to you their measures,
Because when you slip, your trash become their treasures.

PLEASE I say, seek God early in the day,
In the evening and before you rest your head to lay.
Keep your eyes open and balance spirit and carnal with it.
As it is in the carnal as it is in the spirit.

As young men put on your Holy amor and take up your mantle.
Because in the beginning He won the war and in the end God will win the battle.
Open your eyes young men; the revelation is coming to past,
So evolve in the spirit by praying and keeping fasts.

Yes, young men stay with me!!

"He who testifies to these things says, Surely I come quickly."

My
Lost soul,
These tears are my Morse code.
The pain seeing,
Your own future foretold.
and
There's no "sustain" mode.
Still hard to accept,
That I failed though.
While I die slow,
The scars and open wounds,
I can't show.
I'm in the darkness,
But I can't glow.
I feel suffocated,
There's not rain or sunlight,
So I can't grow.
Like a dried canal,
I can't flow.
I'm a prohibited space,
Not even I can't go.
Vain punishment?
or
Vain scold?
Standing at Hell's gate
In my hand,
There's Heaven's scroll.
Stranger in the dark texted my mom,
It told her I'm not coming home.
WHY??
She replied,
I said because I'm running away from all the,
PAIN I HOLD!
THE SINS I MOLD!
THE WRONGS I DID!
THE GRIEF I SOLD!
AND
This suffering cry deep inside my soul.
No sun too hot,
No deep to cold.
Famished,
The crust of my lips crave for food of thought,
and
Thirst for a drink of gold.
Yet much will stay unfold,
Yet more will be untold.
and
Even when all is said and done,
More will be forgotten,
and little will be engraved in stone,
Above the head of the lonely troll.
For this lost soul,
Much is borrowed,
Verily, verily less is owed.

Life wasn't designed to grant peace of mind,
Yet mankind strive everyday to at least try to find,
Inclined to the evil side so their hearts are so unkind,
We need God to help unbind the chains on our young minds.

The grind is perfectly outlined,
To the point where you can literally see the lines,
Of the supremacy and deceit of the "High signed",
Well timed and I don't need to rhyme to unwind,
The twined ropes around the necks of the youths and their feeble minds.

Push forward and don't drop behind,
You must think out of the box, we need a mastermind, to mastermind the misinterpretation life's stranded vine,
We need to wipe our eyes from the lies to show we are no longer lame, no longer silent and no longer blind,
Combine the strength and power of love and loyalty to define,
What the rest of mankind is trying to find,
The pure of heart of one's self and the inner peace of one's mind.

Poetry is life and life is art,
Creating a new piece conceives a new life's start.
Poetry saved my brother, yes it's true.
Even though he messed up, poetry pulled him through.
The art of poetry is so divine and magnificent,
Words like mountains grounded firm such omnipotence.  
The passion is in the emotions the poet sets in words,
Every synthesis of symphony, the similes, metaphors tingle every nerve.
Categorizing vocabulary, an encyclopedia your brain should be,
Hitting the bull, yes that sweet spot definitely.
Like a tree your poetry must grow so tall, so strong, so big,
The simplest of words can make your poems more than you think.
Poetry saved my brother from the hands of the stern court of disclosure,
Though he was wrong, he held his composure.
His heart was made pure and sincere through faith earnestly to God he held on to.
Tempted in the garden, yet poetry saw him through.
Some of his brothers disowned him and remembered him no more,
Thou shall not get caught, he failed to observe the 11th law.
Some who called him friend and partaker in the crime,
Like Judas they threw him to the crucifixion line.
Whispers of him going astray and gossips, that he was selfish they assured themselves that he was wrong,
The proud man stood leaving their heads bowed to the ground.
Poetry saved my brother, and on forward his head held high,
A man who can acknowledge his deeds, the most respect never past him by.

People say practice makes perfect, but perfect is an imagination,
They practice with "PERFECTION" in mind so they fail unnecessarily all the time.
Level up yourselves, forward you ascend up the path you take,
Once you commit yourselves, you have success to make.

Practice makes permanent, be honest to your struggle and stay confident,
Do all you do with passion and an attitude to improve.
A wise man said "Practice makes permanent, especially in your prime".
Practice, Practice, Practice until you make it a habit in future time.

When you practice and you practice some more,
You will increase your knowledge that I can assure.
Characteristics will be improved and others you will inspire,
Practice makes only permanent and that is all great things require.

Life is a game, a game that we can choose to play, to either live for tomorrow or to die for today.

It's not a PS 4 so more than four persons can play, and we all have comments which we all have to say.

To enroll in life's journey, some roads will be rough, so we can't sit doing ****, we have to be tough.

It's never hard, but it's how we choose to address, so prepare for the worst and work hard for the best.