Toy tanks and paper planes

The angels swoop down from heaven, with arrows that peel caps back,
super charged wings on their backs, and eyes that see through rat
traps, undetectable minds, so you cant read the thoughts that, bid
fair wells from long ways, and make you want the past back...

The beast moves forward slowly as he searches for his next meal, growling
something serious, controlled and fueled by his will, he spits and hits
his prey an innocent puppy's what he kills, the mom is to far away to see,
but i bet she feels...

The angels and beasts are controlled to do what we say, The way we use
em's on us, but only during d-day, so replay, the current events of
mankind ways for days, and you'll find that the cause was cause us, but
when do we pay

Brain Freeze

I think on a different level than the average human being,
being that it's not a curse doesn't mean it's still a good thing,
i am unable to be surprised, cause if your thinking bout it,
it was already thought, and you cant teach me a lesson,
cause it was previously taught, my brain calculates the odds
and the possibilities, of every thing that ever was, even what
the future has to bring, in a relationship it sucks, because
i constantly assume, is she cheating, cause i aint get a text
all afternoon, my day to day has become a struggle all in itself,
i cant stop thinking about thinking hold on im thinking to myself,

I understand (heres the way)

have you ever sat back and wondered what is it all for,
and tried to answer it yourself, in the end you needed
more, so you come up with theories to satisfy your
inner self, quietly wishing that someone extend a hand
or send for help, im lost and weak bodied from the years
of disbelief, in a higher power coming back at night
like a thief, how do i get to know him for the true
god that he is, and come to terms with the regulations that
he gives, my funds aren't great, im bout to lose my real
estate, it seems like money is the ruler of the world
im done with faith...

see This is a sample of the worlds confusion, they have
no direction, point them in, do not abuse them, so now
you understand how it feels to be confused, they have that
first paragraph as their map, thats why they lose....

Helping hand

once again, from the observers point of view, i noticed
something weird about my people and maybe you, i looked
into the church world and seen alot of love lost, for
the unsaved, but it's okay, cause your serving the boss,
right, as long as there's a spot for me, i don't care what
they do, that's what a lot of people are saying, you probably
said it too, you have no tolerance for the weak and less
spiritually minded, sitting on a gold mine, not telling
others how to find it, you poke fun at the confusion of
man, like their a different specimen, like you were never
unsaved and sinning like the rest of them, when they come
to get saved, you run them out the door, enforcing law,
the ground rules, that make em ask "what for"?
Not talking bout the word, more like she said and i heard,
gossip repels a sinner from a church, it sounds absurd,
but true, it's so easy to get saved, says the saved man,
when im so caught in my struggles and you wont lend a saved
hand, but you'll look and shake your head saying shame on
you, no your the shame, you turned your back, now the blames
on you,

Just business (i guess)

you see the poor man struggle while the rich get richer, never
looking back, call em Lott but moving quicker, hanging us with
the rope while we climb to become bigger, im gasping for air
getting high until i shiver, filling out the paper work for
a job that we wont get, to be successful we need a ball so
take a hit, they tell us not to point the blame on you know
who, but in turn i gotta point and aim to feed my boo, there's
reasons for the season of treason against the man, damn, i only
do this just to support my fam, so if i wanna eat, then i gotta
pull the trigger, and salute to die, say goodbye, Iraqi nigga...

Love me (i need it)

I was just inspired by a friend of mine to write on the subject of love. I sat and
thought, and then thought some more. See, im familiar with the love of a friend,
and the love of a mother. But Ive never experienced the love between a man and
woman. Everything that i have ever written about love is from the observers
perspective. I see the happiness, I see the tears, and i see those unexplainable
moments. The look of two people when they stare in each others eyes. It's almost
like they make each others heart skip. I truly believe in love. But i have yet to feel
it. I'm actually excited to know what it's like. Loneliness is tearing me apart. I've
been told by females that love is looking me dead in the face. But it wasn't. I didn't
feel the same way. I want someone who makes me nervous when i look in her eyes,
who's voice leaves me speechless, and the very thought of her beauty makes me
praise god. Light smooth skin, long hair, a unique and distinct voice, eyes clear and
hazel, with a beautiful well kept physique. I want her to love me with the same
intensity. As you see in my poems, i got a lot of love to give. Hopefully soon, I write
a poem about finally finding her..........This was a prayer as well

My Dream

you may laugh, you make poke fun, at many dreams, but i
have one, my dream is real, one that i can feel, and taste,
although you say it's a waste, my dream is protected locked
in by faith, no matter how tall, no matter how far fetched
i may explain, my dream is real and i believe that god will
say the same, when someone tells you of a dream, embrace,
look them in the face, and say dreams are real, just have
faith.........thank you nise...

Love infection

started out as true love, and then we put our lust in it, flesh couldn't
wait a little, so we started rushing it, I entered into your temple unworthy
of your sacred gift, now we wonder where it went, our love is now emotionless,
make it like it used to be, when i used to hear your name, my heart would swell
times two or three, now sin is all i feel for thee, amazing how you'll take pure
love, dilute it like illegal drugs, cook it into something raw, watch it blow (sniff)
to nothing more, now our souls ties have cohesed, but loves been taken from our
reach, our hearts lie empty, but staying connected, that is how love gets infected.....

Thanks but no thanks

We often seek help, and live off of the advice of others, like when your bodies changing so you consult in a father and or mother, but no matter how smart or wise they maybe, man will always lead you astray, misinterpretations, lies, and false prophetic words will break an already broken heart, there is no harm in trying to help, but when was the last time man was actually correct about something, we often if not always live by opinion, i kno we dont live off of facts , because if we did, the world would be a safe and peaceful place, but it's not, opinions of man has ruined relationships of our highest elders, and generals, finally trickling down to the lowest ranking, we take sides, living our lives by the views of others, it's amazing, the advice you get from others who have never experienced a fraction of what you live, It's always so easy to them, watch who you share yourself with, make sure they give productive advice, usually fueled by experience...