Listen to me body! I am your master.
Listen to me hands! I command you!

My eyes I demand that you dry. Stop showing this world how fragile we are.

Legs stop shaking and causing earth to reach for me.

Hands stop sweating. Your letting strength slip through our fingers.

Emotions we do not need you here. This house is to small for your boolshit!

Body I'm the master and you the slave
Don't forget that.

Stop exposing my weakness!

You cowardice flesh stop shivering its only pain! Hold still!

Tongue, shut the **** up! you hold your self still and keep my secrets.

In fact body stop being so Human or I will fvckin **** you!!! Haaaaaaaaa!

Me: I cheat before I get the right girl.
But You: You get the right girl and then you cheat.

Whether or not I was "asking for it"
Shouldn't matter

When meanings
Become
Meaningless
Life has a
Whole new
Meaning

I'm told to see the beauty in life around me, i turn my head

All i see is death taking everything slowly, i turn back

How can you be so blind? I get a funny look, you must be depressed

I stay quiet, and think to myself. So beauty hides under ignorance.

I've soaked so long in truth, i walk away. I'm alone.

I sit in a restaurant, quietly drinking my wine...

I notice our waiter in his black & white clothes, His shoes were old and raggedy.
I think of him struggling to earn a living,
Surviving off the tips customers give him after serving their food and drinks...
And yet he is smiling.

I watch a 65 year old couple playful arguing about what to eat.
Surely They've been doing this for years cause the waiters greet them by name.
Aah, Love never grows old. *(Mr & Mrs Koekemoer)

I see a business man suited and booted. His always on the phone and always in a hurry. He spills some coffee on his white shirt.
Ag! He seems to be annoyed with himself...

Now I'm looking at this Girl in front of me. A cute yellow-bone with a mini-afro.
She has brown eyes and her lips are shining with cherry lip-gloss. Her smile can sink a thousand ships.
Wow, I'm happy around her.

But...

I notice the missing finger she tries to hide with her other hand. No poetry can describe thy brutality.
But still, she is WORTH it...

Dear, sweet young Evelyn.
I'm sorry
But God needs you
By his throne in heaven

Your time will be short
But you'll meet your parents
Your stay won't be long
Yet filled with love of all sorts

As I have watched over
Both Mom and Dad
So must I protect you
Even if it makes them sad

I'll save you from a fallen world
From pain and hurt
You'll never know anger and hate
Wickedness, Evil or Malice

Your life
Was not without meaning
You brought back unity
To a divided family

Above you'll be kept safe
From what man will put you through
The devil's hand
Will never lay a finger on you

Once again
Sweet Evelyn
I'm sorry
But it's time to go.

Be kind to unkind people;
you have your bad days too.