....The System?

How can I trust the system?
While betrayal is the cheapest commodity,
It is the same system that promises hope
That is full of destitution and defamation
It is the same system that promises peace
That is plagued by war, crime and discrimination
There seem no good man anymore in the world
The one you have good reasons to trust
Could actually be the one designed to bring you down
Injustice and insecurity have flooded the earth
There seem lack of answers to the primal questions
Our climb up the mountain is firmly restricted
And we have memories as short as days; volatility
With sights obscured from eternal visions; unaesthetic
Now is the time to think and rethink it over and again
There might be a step or steps we are missing
Only we and only us can liberate ourselves
From the shackles of perpetual internal blindness
Let's give reasons to the world around us
Why they should trust us and why we'd trust them
That is how we can keep our home spinning
How we can keep pace with the peace we know
And the only way we can reinstall the hope we lost

Life Is A Journey

Life is a one way journey,
To the land of the living
From the world unborn
And to the world unknown

The route aren't straight
But keeps meandering
Through alternating rocks,
Of right and of wrong

Everyone travels life's journey
Without passport nor visa
Not by land, by air nor by water
But within and to a destiny

Life is a call to be attended to
A mission to fulfill with pride
So while you live, take some ride
Into distance and into time too

Life is a gift worth receiving,
It's a precious and priceless treasure,
That's why its value's without measure,
And it's always worth keeping.

Life is a journey between two ends,
Say the past and the future,
It is the very present, with mends
And full of hope to better the future.

Life is like a spring of water that soothes,
It has the ability to cure our wounds,
It's the reason we survive every season
And rejoice in praise with our flutes

We travel life every way every now or then,
From zeros to heroes surviving few blows,
So learn to learn as you live life in the rows,
And no straight way, should you bend.

My Turn

It's my turn to glorify Him
For the pains He beard
Just to yield me a fruit
I have never planted and nurtured
Oh! Lord God of mercy
Hallowed be Thy name
And may Your minds be true
If not that you were there
What would I have done?
My education couldn't
Replace my appetite for salvation
But then, my faith in You
And the baptism in Your Name
I am a son with a Father
A herd with a shepherd
A soul with a known destiny
And it's my turn
To sing Hallelujah!
To His holy name
So praises and adoration
Be onto Thy Holy Name

To Face Reality

When I was a child,
My mum used to tell me
To be a man is not easy
I will have to toil very hard
Racking and cracking my brain
Fighting and never resting
Till I make a difference
So today when I look around
And she is no where to be found,
It becomes clearer and clearest
To me that,
It's time to face reality
No matter how hard it may seem
Mindless of how rough it can be
I must face it with courage
Yes! I must and I would
To face reality with hope
Even if it may cost me a lot
All I know is that,
I must be the one
The one that will break the chords
The chords of war
The chord of fruitlessness
And the chords of hopelessness
That's why I want to face reality
And to sow the seed
The seed of love, hope and righteousness
That's is me!

Time Machine

Time is like a machine
And it's always must wine
So get and do something
Else, you lose everything
Look out now on the screen
And pen a poem to be seen
Believe what I say about time
Even if it doesn't really rhyme
What more could be done?
If the sun never rise in the morn?
So much have been loss
It's time, we break the cross
Stand up and do something new
And never let out no one's view
Then always remember
I said time is a machine

It's A Shame

Oh! Why all these fighting and fussing?   
Why not stop the killing?                                                                                       
It's a very big shame                                                                                              
To see brother fighting brother                                                                             
And sometimes, father against son                                                                           
I am very sorry it seems too late                                                                             
But then, we need to turn around                                                                           
Getting up to make a change                                                                                  
Yes! A change for betterment                                                                                  
Because it's a shame                                                                                                
How the human race is living                                                                             
This yoke must be broken                                                                                       
And we must recover all the lost                                                                         
That's why I wrote this poem                                                                                  
Just to inform you about                                                                                       
What brother Joseph said                                                                            
That it's a shame before the Almighty                                                              
To see the people fighting in the street

The Difference

i believe in a difference
so i never live in pretense
its never on a silver-platter
so i always keep it tight like the plaster
a change must surely come
and the world may every scam
just turn round side by side
you may find where to ride
because the difference
is always our reference
never give up the fight
but rather hold it tight
and never scare in the dark
and or separate the white from the black
which makes no difference

Hot Cake

This is me burning
Like a hot iron bar
Don't touch me
Because I am unbeatable
Strong like a lion
Fears like a leopard
And as wicked as the tiger
Step away before me
Don't try to stop me
Because you can't
I am hot a cake
Right away from the oven
Untouchable and unbreakable
You can say I am a champion
And I will say I am a rock
The last man standing
Breaking the barriers
And resisting the worries
That's me, the Humble Lion
Guns and bombs
Can't take away my life
Though I stand against them
Because I for the right course
Yes! I am hot cake
Brightening every corner
Where I find myself

Right Thing

Don't let them tell you
It is impossible
To do what is right
Never hesitate
To do what is right
Never mind the cost
But rather the benefit
When you stand for the truth
They will scorn you for that
But that shouldn't
Be your setback
Rather strive even harder
Till you always do what is right
Because it pays to

To Be A Poet

Writing poetry is a game
To be a poet is a fame
So pen it making your name
Because there is no blame  

A poet is a traveler
And also a seller
You can say he is storyteller
But never a ruler 

On his journey,
He needs no penny
But just some honey
And forget about money 

A poet is a messenger
Running like a night ranger
Informing about the danger
But he is not a stranger 

The journey of a poetess
Is like a mistress
Who is without a stress
As she practice the press 

A poet is a lonely man
He is happy without his woman
A warrior without gun
And the man who will never run 

He faces trouble with courage
As his pen and paper will manage
And into no one's business, he'll engage
Because the world won't damage 

Yes! A poet is an en-lighter
He is not a fighter
And not just a writer
But also happy during the witter

Not A Puppet

Though I am meek
I am not also weak
And wont always do
What pleases you
Because I am not a puppet
Lying on your carpet
I know my way down here
A man like a bear
You want me to believe
In all the life you live
Yet! I am not a puppet
That you may call your pet
You can never mistreat me
After using and refusing me
Yes! For I am not a puppet

Abortion

Stop killing the babies
It destroys your souls
What wrong have they done
That after you request them
From the unborn world
And won't allow them
The right to the physical world
Stop killing the babies
Else, their innocent souls
Shall give you no comfort
Allow them to fell this world
Before we continues to the unknown world
Yes! Stop killing the babies
If you are not ready.
Just back off
And save your soul
Abortion is an abomination
It come bring calamity
Into the whole vicinity
So just stop killing the little ones
They never mean to be treated like that
The father who acts in Heaven
Shall listen to their prayers
And you shall never prosper
Until you stop the abortions
Killing innocent babies
Every night and day
I hears the voice everywhere
Asking what have I done?
Mama! I wish to live
But not like you do

Good And Evil

Between good and evil
There is a choice to make
A result to achieve
And a name to make

There is no need to trust
One man or even the world
But to groove in righteousness
Is good over evil

This can be the destiny
That we always striving to rule
As we keep getting through
Climbing the hills and valleys

Listen not to those damn fools
For they don't really know about life
But look deep within yourself
And stand up for what's right

Don't wait any longer
Because you shall only be late
I wish you can see clear from far
Like a bird on the tree

The Truth

oh why?
that whenever i speak the truth
i am hated for that
it seems no one like the truth
so they are always resisting
while we keep striking
just want to tell everyone
that the truth stands tallest
and no man can kill it
drowned in the sea
or casted into fire
the truth lives
and forever shall live
though you wish i dies
whenever i hail the truth
i know my father
would never let me down

Morning Praises

the lord is good
the lord is kind
and the lord is precious
his love is outstanding
his blessings are countless
and his glory is everlasting
he is the merciful father
the most compassionate father
and the most caring father
his works are ever wonderful
his promises are always sure
and his will is ever true
join in praising him
singing the song above
for he is the amazing lord
full of the amazing grace
deserving the truly amazing praise

Another Try

There is hope in tomorrow
Though failure made up today
Don't give up now
Because you can make it
Get up for another try
And do it even better
Because, the second try
I said makes it even better
Stop counting on the loss
And focus on what can be achieved
Instead of letting go everything
Just give another try
It's not too late for the man who failed
To become the man who wins
So never lose hope and confident
Just gather courage and move on
Because you can also make it
Yes! That's only and only if
You give that another try

Root Of Hatred

jealousy and conviction
are the root of hatred
so just be content
and spread love

Not Tomorrow

the end must come
but as the thief
the end of suffering
the end of worries
and the end of the wicked world
yes! it must soon come
but i wont believe
whatever science may say
what philosophy may point at
and whatever the false prophets may
but rather keep striving
just to see Gods kingdom come
men claimed to have seen revelations
of the end time coming
which i can hardly believe
as even CHRIST HIMSELF
said its barely known
yes its very true
the end shall soon come
but that's in no mans awareness
so never believe in what they are saying
for though the world is ending
its not just tomorrow

Time Changes

stop shedding those bloods from your eyes
and enmacepate from your internal torments
remember no more your little troubles
but wear the coat of hope in the future
because time is changing
just cast away all your pasts
and look forward not for the future
if not what you can do as you live today
because time changes and never waits
just face the headlight with much focus
building your doors where there seems none
because its the seed of today
that yields the harvest of tomorrow
stand tall with your heads high
maybe you can see what am seeing
and join me on this mission
for the transformation of our people
because i can see longtime ago
that time always changes
yes! we wont always be the same
we must see the end of suffering
bothering, troubling, and the worryings
surely, it must come to pass
as in the wish of the FATHER

Immortals

Oh! Life, how could you be so unfair to me
Never thought you could betray this way
And I wholly trusted you
That my roots never should rot
And or my branches fall
As my leaves may then witter

But then, peacefully I am trodden
As I live my gift of life
Busing through pains
Without wanting to hurt my sister
Or struggle with my brother
But that like in the wish of the Father
We may live together as one
Resting peacefully in the presence of the Lord
Where comes no end to life
But full of comfort in peaceful eternity
Bless the Lord
I know His way
That makes me holy immortal