byfaith Poetry (86)

You have passed this life, your good deeds are known. The poor has acknowledged you; cause kindness you have shown. You regarded the less fortunate, the disabled and others too! Your actions shew you appreciated; that they were human as you. Your wealth you did share, much of your time too. You really showed you cared; you're one of the few. Now that you are gone, your deeds are truely missed. But a new-day has dawned: it's your heavenly bliss! So i joyfully welcome you, on behalf of the host. Your love was indeed true, now you're heaven's toast!

I often ask myself why, for our dead we cry. If it's for heaven they leave, then why moan and grieve? It's common when they depart, we're filled with broken hearts. Heaven is a good place; filled with love and grace! It comforts spirit and soul; that's what we been told. Is this faith a sham? And the truth: we're damned! Are we lost to eternity and our belief blatant hypocrisy? Help!!: solve the mystery why; for our dead we cry. If heaven is where we ascend, shouldn't death be glorious then?

What's the true meaning of race? Here's truely a diverse and sensitive case. Human race: let's have a look. Mortal man competing, yes that mook! Animals also races, at man's hand. Horses and others, at his command. Then there is the white race. That's people originating from european base. Black, mixed and races of different colour. Originally from continent africa and/or another. There is also the race of arms. The race" between russia and americans. That race has extended to outerspace. And this planet is being defaced. Man faces a-real threat of extinction; can race offer a credible solution? Environmental pollution is distructive, a crime. Fighting global-warming a race, against time.

He is hot, as he's tropic. His emotions swirls, like sea breeze. He's versed in many many topics, every given opportunity, he will seize. He's rated: the best amongst lovers. His mates do enjoy full ecstasy; Her whole body she re-discovers; "His lips" fulfills, all "her" fantasy. That's the nature of Mr. caribbean man. He explores a woman passionate-ly. He seldom stays with one woman. He is instinctive, acting randomly. He is a man of rhythm. Party is in the man's soul. There is non to curtail him. "He is out of this world"! He's for those that want more; Those with "pleasure" on their mind. Such are told: "welcome ashore." "let's give ourselves", a caribbean time!

I am complexed, I am multi-faceted. You are perplexed by my constant change. I don't stress you, not my intent; lots of emotions, i must vent. I am a woman, that's just me, in every situation, we act differently. Sometimes iam happy, my feelings good. At times iam grouchy, not in the mood. That's just me, it's who i am, uni-que personality, I am woman!

When "I" am god, so "I" need none. "I" live by the sword and rule by the gun. When love is passed, my feelings are numb. My neighbour is outcasted, everyone is "soooo-dumb!" When "I" now first, in the dictionary. When everyone is cursed, and the world "needs me". When dad and mom, they now obey me. Demanding glory and honour, "I" feel like almighty. When my heart is cynicial, and arrogant in-tone. Acting as the "immortals", ready for "my" throne. Is this you above? Here's afool's advice: you're void of love; that's the anti-christ!

Boom! a tower on fire! Boom boom, plane hits another! Looking in shock and disbelief, anger sadness anguish grief. Loss of so many souls, thousands the death toll. But who caused such pain? Egos enflamed for political gains. Religious and political ideology, middle/east rhetoric western democracy. Wars with unknown directions, propaganda fed to nations. Talk of missiles of mass/distruction. America with it's burning bush, bin laden fighting from ancient cush. But does this really matter; to the man in the street? Issues of bread and butter, hungry souls, no food to eat. We are now so weiry, we need a long break. God lend us a hand, no more, we can't take!

I was tried before, without a just cause. Slandered to the core, they broke all laws. Justice naturally being denied, i seen as a nerd. Summarily i was tried, i was never heard. My character being defamed, with strange accusations. Misuse of my name, with libellous defamations. This not so unusual, good people know it. your name in scandal, gossip being the culprit. But i no longer, take it to heart. My mind is stronger, now expecting these darts. Hatred anger and jealousy, govern the wicked's heart. Good people their enemy, we all play our parts.

Death is well renowned, it lives on it's own. Life it does not spare, human sentiments it doesn't care. It devour man and beast, of status, couldn't care least. It takes young and old, it disconnects body and soul. Not important right or wrong, bodies are brought to ground; they decend to the grave, none could help nor save. For life brings this dispair; sting of death, non spared. so enjoy your life now, today, some day soon, you'll past away.

Life is set in its way. Even as man has a numbered day. They are part of each other.Life is often called nature. Man is known as a creature. They are bound to each other; though they are deemed apart. Life is given to man. Yet the man still dies. Life reaches out to another; and he still doesn't remain. So man has entrusted the soul, his life there to keep. Hoping for eternal life, where his soul and spirit meet.

Whispered words subtle lines, words of wisdom, great sublimes. Those who are bored by naked lines, find in poets hope. Not for revenge, anger or hate, poets write they create. yet it's nothing new. search for what's in you. Expand the mind, thought building. And discover the poet in you.

You lust and consume all your life. Your mind is racing all day, trying to block out, what lay before you. But you are truely afraid, of your true path. Your destiny has saddled you. Anxiety, doubts and fears are signs:- death awaits you.