what is wrong.

I'm tired of always being asked what is wrong? ! 
Sometimes I like to ponder and think, 
I like to be silent and observe the world around me, 
There isn't always something wrong, 
Maybe I just feel like being quite, 
Maybe I just feel like not smiling, 
Maybe I just want to think, 
And being around people who are loud
Make it hard to think.
Please stop asking me what is wrong, 
Cause in all honesty there is nothing wrong, 
I’m fine, 
I'm sane, 
I'm happy, 
I just want think and stare at the world around me, 
There is nothing wrong! ! ! 
I wrote this cause it is true there isn't always something wrong, something isn't always bothering me.
Maybe I just want to recall the day, think about tomorrow, or just think.
I would love it if people would stop asking me what is wrong.

Let's just be Human

Guns are hard, 
Knifes are sharp, 
Fire burns, 
And water drowns, 
Rope can hang
And Bombs can kill you to smithereens.
People tend to fear theses Weapons, 
But truth be told, 
They can't do anything alone, 
Fear the person welding the weapon, 
Not the weapon it's self, 
Weapons Hurt, but .... People kill!
why does it have to be black or white or any race at all? 
Can't we just be man and women? 
Let's take even these out tho
Let's just be Human. 

Desire

Caught between desire and duty, 
the right choice becomes blurred.
Do I give in to heart or head
when you smile at me? 
The right choice is the hardest, 
tearing me in two.
Do I give you my heart or my mind
or do I give you both? 
Lost and confused, 
I search vainly for help.
Do I feel relief or pain
when your smile is not for me? 
Heart, soul, body, and mind, 
all point to you.
Do I tell you how I feel
when I know we have no chance? 

As for the love ...love wants two

When you love a person, you love them without conditions, 
you leave your childishness at the door - you love them.
You learn to give of yourself and you learn you are not alone, 
but it's hard to love - when your love is not your own.You wear a smile as easy as a mask to cover the pain below, 
turning from the one who you thought you loved once.
The heart demands another though the mind is torn between, 
how can you love someone else - your heart becomes torn.One half flutters and spins, living in the world you have, 
bathing in the safety of comfort, never moving though screaming.
The other half drifts away to a place where you can be yourself, 
no judgments nor demands - you cry over what might be.One path or the other, the mind cannot choose either, 
the heart shrieks and screams, but comes out as a whisper.
Both may love you, both may lie -
but one love is rushing forth; the other one dry. 

Sympathy

This is a man...
Who wears Death on his cuff.
Would you sit beside him in his grave,
When the chemo's not enough?
This is a girl...
Whose soul is bound to go.
Would you lay with her on her deathbed,
To cry her tears of woe?
This is a boy...
Who holds the gun up to his brow
Would you take his hand,
On the chance he'll put it down?
Sympathy
One of the cursed emotions
The one that tries, in vain
To take notice of a stranger
And feel away the pain. 

Money or Soul...!

Years have fallen like flowers
and time is flying by hours
Yet more or less, I am a beginner
rather a poor beginner
What have I gained? 
What have I lost? 
Gained I have nothing
Lost I have every farthing
My early attempt has turned a failure
a futile attempt to live
A life from hand to mouth
Only my soul l did save
From all dishonest thoughts and deeds
I barred my heart from all such weeds
but still hunger has stole upon me
Money is supreme of all man’s needs
It was merely a matter of question
a question too much a triffle to notice
What you want to save
your soul or money? 
Whatever you choose
the other you loss
For me it was a question of choice and need
I went for soul
And this is what I have gained
a tried conscience
and endless poverty
It seems my values had lived ages pest
For if I held up my head 
my soul was bound to be in mud But then, 
I held up my soul
and my head was in mud. 

Don't believe in yourself

Whatever you do, don't believe in yourself
They say this is the key to happiness and wealth
But if you tread this path, or ease into this warm bath, 
The fates will turn their heads and laugh.
He who believes in himself has no time to believe in you
All that's left in his heart is residue
For if we all believed in each other
We could walk the earth as brothers. 

Break a few hearts

I know what i want, 
I know what i need, 
I see it everyday, the sweet place that calls out for me...
Too long have I dreamed, its time to leave, and do something, what i seek...
I know where it lies, 
Between the mountains, it shines; I thank God, for giving me this gift; But I ask God, for all the things He gave, why, He left courage out, , , , 
The courage to leave out the front door; 
The power to say goodbye to, whom i have endured; 
And who've given me something, which is heaven for most; 
is it OK to leave heaven, 
Is it OK, to break a few hearts, to mend your own..!!

Sixty-seven words

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more, 
and also to appease the mutes, 
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover, 
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond, 
I know she's used up all her words, 
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe. 

into light

As the walls cave in
I look through to the end
I see you
You hold out your hand for me to reach
But the door closes
I want to meet you at the end
Though now I can't see clear to the light
I try my best to break the lock
Though I didn't have enough force

Death's fortress made of ash
Cemented by blood
Floats from captured spirits
Unforgiving for mistakes
Causing death.
Chambers lined with skeletons
Frozen in time
Reeking of fermented lives.
Spirits unseen
From bodies
Leaving wrinkled memories.
Heads bald
Like a tree without it's leaves
Hair used as nooses
Nails as murderous knifes
As precious as ivory.

Ask, Seek and try to knock

Ask and you shall receive, 
Seek and you shall find, 
Knock and the door will open, 
Dwell on this in your mind.
What is really the main problem ? 
Most people don’t believe today ? 
We expect it to be like the New Testament, When miracles happened right away
Ask, seek and knock, 
Why does it take so long ? 
Is there something I’m not doing ? 
Just what the heck is going on ? 
God’s denials do not mean no, 
Or that you don’t have the faith, 
your quality’s being tested, This is the reason you have to wait.
Exactly what am I being tested for? 
Miracles are supposed to be free, God allowed everyone to be blessed, 
Without waiting for what seemed like eternity.
We live in a different age and time, 
Well, at least it is to all those who choose, yet at times our numbers look to be few, 
Read the paper or watch television news, what are we as humans supposed to do? 
Does believe, trust, rely and adhere too ring a bell? 
It is not to our insight or understanding, why are these words so difficult to sell? 
I know it’s tough when others are faring well, You’re struggling doing good yet by evil they excel, 
Don’t forget that you are not here to judge, It takes even longer when holding a grudge.
God knows exactly what He wants to do, Without needing any counseling from you, 
How do you know it is coming and why ? 
It will happen because God cannot tell a lie.
So don’t question Him and complain, 
What makes you think He has to explain? 

Smoking, drinking and doing drugs.. if only I would have known.!!

So, you are smoking, drinking & doing drugs, 
'That is right and I should not because ? 
Our bodies are a Temple, to the Sanctuary of Christ, They are only on loan due to his sacrifice.
One minute you are giving thanks and praising the Lord, then you’re filling your body with crap you can’t afford, Well, I make enough money, who does it hurt ? 
Those funds would be better spent in the coffers of church.
However, whom do you call when down on your luck? 
Certainly not one of the corporations i can listed,  Soon as you’re out of money they’ll show you no love, Lying on your death bed in a cancer or liver fight, Don’t expect them to pitch in and make everything right.
Most drivers walk away from accidents, 
Standing in front of a judge they swear to repent, 
On the other hand this is not said of the victims lives, 
Forever crippled, lying in comas, maybe needless die.
While the addict or drunk get to do it all over again, Lives ripped apart are never afforded the chance to mend, Robbing a convenience store for cartons of cigarettes, Beating a clerk in the head hoping he or she forgets.
I went to my mechanic today to repair my car, 
I noticed a guy staggering down the isle, kind of tipsy you know, 
Sat next to me, his body and clothes smelling like booze and cigarettes, 
I didn't enjoy the flick cause for nine hours I couldn't hold my breath.
Then there are those who can’t pay the rent, between smokes, alcohol and drugs the paycheck is spent, or the people they've robbed and the house they broke in, Enough money wasn't obtained, the crime is committed again.
Instead of spending time in a bar tell me who would be hurt? 
By going to bed early and getting up to attend a church, or losing all your money at a gambling table as dice you toss, Ever hear of a City Mission, Salvation Army or the Red Cross? 
I understand you've earned it and that’s how you relax later i'll tell you why i surly knew, everyone is not as blessed so why not give some back? 
Satan is on duty 24/7 we are under constant attack, Show the devil he hasn't won, help our Lord pick up the slack.
God did not create mankind to smoke, get drunk and be high, These are mere tools or traits of the devil, here’s why, You will loose your focus on being sincere, humble and meek,  It’s easier for Satan to control your mind when addicted and weak.
Women and children cheaply selling their bodies, For drugs and more often than not needles they share, It’s not my child waiting in the lounge of an AIDS Clinic, Someone tell me why in the hell should I care? 
You only hope that this is not the case, There is a reason these problems have grown, 
Don’t be a parent or sibling on the evening news, Tears in your eyes, “if only I would have known.”
Finally, how about losing your job, friends, family and kids, Locked up for years and maybe forever thanks to what you did, Because you are so stoned out of your mind strung out on drugs, Instead of family it’s now other inmates you’ll love, kiss and hug. 
Those with one or all three of these problems like to laugh it off as a joke, However, only magicians can make something disappear in a puff of smoke, The evil one has no boundaries when aiming and releasing his fiery darts, 
Smoking, drinking and drugs doesn't just destroy lives it tears families apart.
What is sad ? That it can happen with anyone not just to the so-called stars, 
For every 1 person going to church there will be 2 found hanging out in bars, 
The main ingredient is still missing from all programs for changing a life, 
A close personal relationship with our Lord
Listen, no matter the race, creed, color, sex, country or who you are, 
Even a most gifted athlete or the brightest shining entertainment star, 
Preacher, teacher, parent, doctor, lawyer, butcher, baker, Indian chief, 
Final result by indulging in Satan’s destructive trio? Nothing but Grief! 

inviting

look on this is me standing here on the side lines
quiet, but acutely aware of you
maybe you noticed.
look on 
while i sing a song only i know
and think of your smile
soft, and inviting.
this is my life
exposed and naked
i want to share it with you. 
look on
while i watch this world slowly unravel
with you in it unfazed. 
this is me.

Pride

the sun can't shine too far or else
we burn up whole and devour the rest
of our inanimate lectures
on wrong and wrong and still moral wrong
in all that we do we sink our teeth 
into what can be done with our sinking beat
and the music is playing, devouring us
consuming our post-modern attitudes
and attributes
so your right he's right she's right who's right
and it fades into a banter yell
so clear, and clearly shaken and expected
to be condemned with rebellion in the souls 
of our shoes as we say 
this is not my fault i didn't know
and believe we have the key to the destiny 
told not on cards palms globes
but hearts evil and persisting, perspiring
with the oath to tear it down at all costs
despite cruel intentions to make it outlast 
our lust in the moment of the hour
for the lifetime we only know once
before passing 
and passing 
this choice we shouldn't be making but we do
in the face of social suicide genocide egocide
and we let the tide
bring us to the middle
of our sin of our ride of our emotion
all fake none real nonetheless
fathomless bottom fakeless pretense
and no one understands what they all know
for the sake of random stupidity 
rather than landing on the ocean tied to what we care
to ask for wish for reach for 

I'm not

Do not think me gentle
because I speak in praise
of gentleness, or elegant
because I honor the grace
that keeps this world. I am
a man crude as any,
gross of speech, intolerant,
stubborn, angry, full
of fits and furies. That I 
may have spoken well
at times, is not natural.
A wonder is what it is. 

What we need is here.

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Now geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. 
Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, 
clear in the ancient faith: 
what we need is here. 
And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, 
but to be quiet in heart and in eye .. clear. 
What we need was, is and will always be .. here. 

Zero

Till your last breath you can sow some seeds
And make a lasting presence 
Elementary mathematics shows that even a zero can make a difference 
You may not create a garden but shift some thorns on the way and remove some weeds.
Warm smile is the best cosmetic for a woman 
A friendly hand shake can make a difference to any man 
Two sides of the same coin are infinity and Zero.
Making a difference is a step in self-actualization 
Lighting a match stick by everyone in a congregation at night
Makes it brighter than day light 
Even If you think you are a zero you can make a solid difference
A handful of nuclear dust can fuel a long space flight.
So, even a Zero can make a difference ..

When

When all the world is sad and weary, 
When all the eyes are moist and teary, 
When all one does is mad and leery, 
That's when God's love shines through.
When all the hearts are full of sorrow, 
And nothing bright comes in the 'morrow, 
When all your hopes are there to borrow, 
That's when God's word comes true.
When you have emptiness and heartache, 
When all your wishes lie in your wake, 
When there is nothing else that one can take, 
That's when God's hand will reach to you.
When all the tragic sense of loss is there, 
When you feel as though no one's to care, 
When they tell you that your life's not fair, 
That's when God's voice will only will do.
That's when you'll shed the blues of doubt, 
That's when you'll know what love's about, 
That's when you'll feel the very joy to shout, 
That's when you'll know, the love you thought, but never really never knew. 

Terrorism and religions

Terrorism please kindly stop it 
Peace please kindly welcome it, 
Our all prophets disliked terrorism the act of unfit, 
Stop killing our innocent generation, 
Humanity is the best and sacred religion of all, 
As God loves all human beings but we love our own, 
Because we have hatred nature that is our great fall, 
Let us have the love of humanity like our prophets, 
Friends, what benefit have we taken for terrorism ? 
To become the terrorists we are killing ourselves, 
Let us pray to Almighty God to lead us to humanism, 
As God help those people who help themselves, 
Every one thinks that his religion is the best and pure, 
Pity on animals they have no religion but it is sure.

hand-on-heart

Until... whenever... who can say? 
Let's meet again another day... 
Let's share the looks that lingered so 
That voiced the love we hoped to know. 
While we stood close, enough to kiss, 
We both held back on joy we'd miss! 
Our sense of duty stood between 
Just like a thief to intervene 
And steal away our minds and souls 
To focus well on pressing goals! 
Thus romance roamed the universe 
As if true love to reimburse, 
As if to end each crisis met, 
To overcome what made us fret, 
So we'd be free to live and love... 
To share the joy there's none above, 
Beneath the silver shining moon, 
That all romantics call a boon... 
Until... whenever... who can say? 
I'll always love you, come what may! 
I've seen your strength and courage, too! 
Like me, a sense of duty's due... 
Yet bid me come within your dreams, 
Apart from duty's hard extremes, 
So I might hold you in my arms - 
Away from fears and harsh alarms... 
Away somewhere, some time alone... 
Beneath the stars till love has grown, 
So that we'd never want to wake - 
To feel again the awesome ache... 
Of lovers forced to live apart - 
Each lover sighing hand-on-heart
Until... whenever... who can say...? 

Live

On your way back, leave a print
That has a flavour of mint
Don't run away
Because you may one day
Tell us good bye
Do only good
With the nice and the rude
Be healthy, have character
Without stress, without anger
Smile and think positive
We don't know if we longer live

O sea ~~

I've lived in a boat, in a middle of an endless sea
I've drank from its devotion and safety was always exist with me.
I've hid away from humans.. constantly they spread deceit 
everytime the waves become higher
its Shake my sail .. i was completely lost in the sea
From the beginning .. on the mainland it's gave up me
Every time i scream so loud
O sea
O sea, Why i was accepted all this
Please, take me
Do not leave me with those traitors people 
Injured, crafty and pretend to be acquittal
i'll accept any words from you but please
Take me away .. Far from them

Pity

Pity is on the thin line

Between 

Arrogance and Self-satisfied

Why do I miss you?

Once, long ago my father told me
That you can't miss something you never had.
I had told you wrong,
But you pursued on saying I was a fool.
You left me
To face the world alone.
And I went on, living off my tears
And breathing my sobs, but I was too stubborn to realize the truth in front of me..
I missed the feel of your lips on mine
Although you never kissed me
I missed the sound of your snores when you feel asleep
But I have never seen you asleep
I missed it when you wiped away my tears
Yet you have never comforted me
I missed feeling weightless when you swept me off my feet
Even though we never once embraced.
Now it's flashing over me again
That i can't miss something i never had
But ever since you've been gone
I've realized the truth:
I missed the love that we shared
Even though it didn't exist...
And that's the truth.
So why do I feel like I've had it all along?
You can't miss something you never had
Then why do I miss you?

Promises Of Tomorrow

Seven years of waiting in a Prism of the Past As the River flows as swiftly as my Blood
I know my life won't always last But the Rose of all life Slumbers still inside its bud.
Another year passes, a few more days Yet all that surrounds me continues to Enchant my mind, So that each day I drop to my knees and Pray Of the Blessings Bestowed upon Mankind.

Days bloom into weeks with each Setting sun, And I still grin at the sign of morning's Dawn In an attempt to Forget everything and everyone Who can't see the Ecstasy that floats across each lawn.
For the world is filled with Sadness and Gloom Where Everything is gone but their own sorrow, So they are Blinded from the rose soon to bloom And the millions of promises of tomorrow.

Why does the world shun the Needy And cast off those Downtrodden with guilt?
How can they possibly be so Greedy To contribute to the Selfishness that's long-since been built?
Do they not see each new day that the world remains Healthy in tact Or do they Focus not only on their Doom?
Unaware they can Change all back To the rose that still waits yet to bloom.
Upon these Realizations I wish and yearn As my Desire grows within my heart's core
For all to Overlook their Troubles and learn That the World can still be restored once more.
Don't give up Faith and Pray for a chance To Prevent the world from sealing our doom As we all look about with a jovial glance When our rosebud finally turns to bloom.

The chance remains Probable and true To Understand the Blessings from the sky That our Lord sent down and knew Of the Miracles we could perform, if only we try.
So open your eyes and Embrace the Lord, Focus on all Good, and not the sorrow For to always work God's will, none will ever grow bored Because each day Promises a New Tomorrow.

When God gave us Life we received a Choice To bask in the wrong or to rejoice To work and do Right or Perform all the wrong But eventually the time will come along Where all will have to eventually move on And Pray at night and Bless the dawn Since life is full of more blessings
Than all the world could understand.

A story to till..

When shall we learn, what should be clear as day,
We cannot choose what we are free to love?
Although the mouse we banished yesterday
Is an enraged rhinoceros today,
Our value is more treatened than we know:
Shabby objections to our present day
Go snooping round its outskirts; night and day
Faces, orations, battles, bait our will
As questionable forms and noises will;
Whole phyla of resentments every day
Give status to the wild men of the world
Who rule the absent-minded and this world.
We are created from and with the world
To suffer with and from it day by day:
Whether we meet in a majestic world
Of solid measurements or a dream world
Of swans and gold, we are required to love
All homeless objects that require a world.
Our claim to own our bodies and our world
Is our catastrophe. What can we know
But panic and caprice until we know
Our dreadful appetite demands a world
Whose order, origin, and purpose will
Be fluent satisfaction of our will?

Drift, Autumn, drift; fall, colors, where you will:
Bald melancholia minces through the world.
Regret, cold oceans, the lymphatic will
Caught in reflection on the right to will:
While violent dogs excite their dying day
To bacchic fury; snarl, though, as they will,
Their teeth are not a triumph for the will
But utter hesitation. What we love
Ourselves for is our power not to love,
To shrink to nothing or explode at will,
To ruin and remember that we know
What ruins and hyenas cannot know.

If in this dark now I less often know
That spiral staircase where the haunted will
Hunts for its stolen luggage, who should know
Better than you, beloved, how I know
What gives security to any world.
Or in whose mirror I begin to know
The chaos of the heart as merchants know
Their coins and cities, genius its own day?
For through our lively traffic all the day,
In my own person I am forced to know
How much must be forgotten out of love,
How much must be forgiven, even love.
Dear flesh, dear mind, dear spirit, O dear love,
In the depths of myself blind monsters know
Your presence and are angry, dreading Love
That asks its image for more than love;
The hot rampageous horses of my will,
Catching the scent of Heaven, whinny: Love
Gives no excuse to evil done for love,
Neither in you, nor me, nor armies, nor the world
Of words and wheels, nor any other world.
Dear fellow-creature, praise our God of Love
That we are so admonished, that no day
Of conscious trial be a wasted day.

Or else we make a scarecrow of the day,
Loose ends and jumble of our common world,
And stuff and nonsense of our own free will;
Or else our changing flesh may never know
There must be sorrow if there can be love.

Time say nothing but I told you so ?

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay; 
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so ?
If I could tell you I would let you know.