A poem I wrote...


I want happiness and bliss...Like the feeling of my lips after a passionate kiss..Dream of my lady who I happen to miss..Forget the glamour and glitz and the camera tricks...My life is filmed footage of amateur clips...I keep it real...Forget receivng a deal, I want to donate my money to children not even receiving a meal....Kids in Africa are starvin while white kids look like Cartman..and selling drugs is the only option to solve problems in Harlem..In the circle of life, lions hunt for wilderbeast...Just like the sickest priest can molest kids and make claims to inner peace...When will it end? All the sufferin...I'll get you medicine like excedrin and two bags of bufferin....I stay in my slumber...In this deep sleep called life and wait til God calls my number..Why do we drink water for our thirst and food to stop our hunger..Im not geting younger...We closer each second to death why prolong it any longer?...I dance to the beat of a different drummer...Winter makes me depressed, so I wait til when its summer...Laying in a hammock to feel the comfort of a lover...I dont know you, but I'll love you like a brother...We care for one another, I miss hugging my mother..

i wrote your name in my heart
but u tore it apart
i drew your picture in my eye
u always made me cry

I loved you for so many years
but instead you gave me only tears
tears which i droped will never dry
if you see my broken heart
you will cry....

without you
i feel blue
thought you my own
but you kicked me like a stone .............

Dreams came true I never believed
A broken world I always percieved
Misery and agony a part of existence
Reaching out for a non-existant presence

But my eyes opened and now I see
That tears are not meant for me
Why dedicate my life to the pain you gave
And think of myself as a stone in the grave?

My heart held your name thats cartainly true
But to tear it apart is not upto you
First you made me laugh and then you made me cry
But does that end life? To exist should not I try?

Happiness will come and my eyes will shine
Not with tears but with happiness and pride
I deny the destiny you wrote for me
In my hands lies my own life I believe!

(An optimistic answer to the pessimistic poems by NY and nbk. Dont mean to twist your words.. just could not help myself:))