Im_simply_him - add/view comments ()

Recommend this profile to your Facebook friends.

Whats up Black planet?I`m not going to talk you to death about what I got and how wonderful I am I`ll just let you find that out for yourself.I will tell you that I`ve been called too good too be true by those who proved to be not true enough to be any good for me.I`m not perfect in fact I`ve made numerous mistakes and I`ve vowed not to repeat them.Here are a few poems.Your opinions are welcomed.



Last days



Even our ministers are sinister preaching

falsehoods.



Fake prophets need to stop it getting rich

because they talk good.



See yall should realise our last days are

arriving.



That means surviving is not an option for

those who are cunning and conniving.



I watch the news and keep the blues from

all these evil deeds commited.



Our last days of wreckless living are

approaching but we just dont seem to get it.



Our moral foundation has gone extinct and

our days of living right are primitive.



Now its even hard to find a child thats

innocent simply because our love is limited.



Last days







He is still here act 1







She needs him more than she knows to stop the

hurting.



Is dying worse than living this life that she

lives?She is uncertain.



This question invades her soul she cant sleep.



Her memories haunts her until she finally

breaks down so for countless hours she weeps.



She refuses to accept the fact that her love is

gone after he was robbed and shot down.



Three senseless shots from the killer he

expired before he hit the ground.



Now in her room she is consumed with pure hate.



She grips a razor and contemplates rather or

not to leave this place for one thats safe.



Then from the bottom of her heart she is hit

with the words of her favorite psalm 47.



She finds her bible,she reads,she cries,and

then she dreams of heaven.



In her prayer she begs the lord for the strength

to somehow survive.



In her darkest night she sees the light that

saves her life.



The very next morning she feels a sickness that

provokes tears of joy.



Eight months later she gives birth to a miracle

a beautiful baby boy.



He is still here







As she sings







As she sings I envision the heavens.

I inhale unpolluted air.

I view a lake of uncontaminated fresh blue water.

While the degrees remain flawless,high

seventies low humidity.



My gaze now fall upon the beautiful trees

bearing luscious fruits.

I smile amid the children of all colors

playing and laughing.

Even the sickest of conservative mindsets

are stripped of its stupidity.



God is here and his love is our sustenance.

Love strangles hate our freedom rings.

ENVY,LUST,GREED,AND VIOLENCE are seldom seen.

I hope I never awake from this dream so my

angel will continue to sing.



As she sings