Tuesday, August 31, 2010

He is our only hope

He was the one who brought us to this world
he was the one who created our oceans,
land and territory
He should help because he's our only hope to live the longest
to give everyone a chance to move on and step onto this beautiful world
but then he got us worried because we believe the end of the world is coming,
not to see it happening is it true
is fake or does it build up as a fact,
I am also scared because I want to die of age not by pain
its been so much horror to see wars cover the news
with anger and madness with also sadness
we want our soldiers back
not in crates or flags
 not also in bodybags
we need them to come home with no arms missing just the heart missing for their families
Who should be sorry because this war will end our humanity,
some say 2k12 isnt real how do we know?
is it the war that will send out nuclear warheads to destroy our homes and leave everyone dead.
Why Mr. President why must this war go on is it a plan that you will kill us with a single bang through the head or a blown shrapnel to the brain
this little world can't be a game it's real not fake
I will believe in a God if he spares us atleast another 50 years
I will love and care
or even share just give us a chance because
you are our only hope to live...

By: Christian Manzanares
Reason: End is near? no? yes? maybe? never....

Monday, August 23, 2010

WARPED & TWISTED

Harsh words & violent blowsHidden secrets nobody knowsEyes are open, hands are fistedDeep inside I'm warped & twistedSo many tricks & so many liesToo many whens & too many whysNobody's special, nobody's giftedI'm just me, warped & twistedSleeping awake & choking on a dreamListening loudly to a silent screamCall my mind, the number's unlistedLost in someone so warped & twistedOn my knees, alive but deadLook at the invisible blood I've bledI'm not gone, my mind has driftedDon't expect much, I'm warped & twistedBurnt out, wasted, empty, & hollowToday's just yesterday's tomorrowThe sun died out, the ashes siftedI'm still here, warped & twisted

By: Selah Kama
Reason: thoughtful too :P

My Island My People!

Kill the rain with a bullet,
if you can show me how you made it
through this day without dying
did you cheat or did you go home crying 
so tell me, if you care or not
just look me in the eye and say this is all you've got
with this words or with my 9mm pistol I have in my hand
don't let me pull the trigger
blow your fucking fingers
let it bleed no matter the crimes i commit
I still will never forfeit
to dis day I will remember the name
that I carved in my bullet
this aint math 
couldnt be a congruent or equal
to reality
this is crazy
this is life
don't run away
just face it
live it
feel it
through the veins 
I make dis day a praying day
or a dying night
funeral in the middle of the war
kids crying, dying
no more sighing
tired of you bitches seeing this massacre 
make it stop don't let it occur 
you made it rain blood
you made this sick ass day go in dust
left without a trace
thats wat i thought to every pace
Make this day a praying day
or a dying night
people crying, dying 
no more sighing
this time it's real to my eyes
I seek no revenge
just vengeance
break your heart if I have to 
it's the only way out of this
massacre 
don't let me pull the trigger
I will blow your fucking fingers
this aint a rap or a story
this how it goes in every morning.
Please Jesus be my savior
for now and more to come
protect my island from the enemies
no matter the cause
no matter what I use to kill the people
who steps into my home
I'd take a shovel and shove it down their throats
dig a hole to their place and blow their fuckin face
with a sound off shutgun
silence I hear
death and fear
I aint scared
I am powerful
I am strong
with out my people 
I am weak as stones
but when thrown
I am known!
a message to you and a message to all!
Remember me as a boy
and a teen
we work as a team
be my loyal friends
and I'll let your journey begin
Follow me
be with me
when it rains
I know what to say
please be part of my people every day
and make it rain
not blood but peace 
I follow my leader
but not at all sometimes
I deal with my own problems
government can't help but help himself
weak and a fag
don't treat us like rags
we live in a small island you gotta know that
so be there and or be square
because life isnt over
until I say so it is
never will until I die and leave
and beat the air in a race
I go in space
look down and all I see is my island and my people
this day is our praying day
because our president needs to say
freedom is all we wanted
even others and the whole world
we treat each other like sisters and brothers
be with me and my island and my people!

By: Christian Manzanares
Reason: thoughtful




Friday, August 20, 2010

A Dream Reviewed For You

Boom! Crash* blood everywhere on my hands and face
too  much noise i hear screaming but all i can think of is keeping my pace
i turn to a building that had already been demolished
just to take cover i pull out my gun praying not to be abolished
i think to myself before going out there
how many wars will it take before the people of earth make things fair
i get up switch positions to get a better angle
"its time for a change" sign drops infront of me,as it dangles
"Lifes never fair" i guess war will never end
its becoming a trend
i come out into the open area ready to fire
i come out and all i see is light it felt like my time had expire
then i hear someone talking as i sit on a stage being honored
i looked beside me as christian and my family awards me with the silver cord
i stand up and recite a poem an old friend had told me
""well lets pretend that we dont have to pretendthe world coming to an end is just another threatto fret about a trend that everyone be following nowwe loosing all sense of originality who you imitating now?what constitutes the modern movement that graffiti is a crimea beating on the mind yet another reason to spread my words through my eyesthe lack of intel misleading accusationsblame it on the fact there's too much freedom on this worldand i quote mr president "its time for a change"time for a change it was long over duetryna deny the truth and keep your dignity intact toowhile we approach at worlds endmind over matteri start to see life as a realm portraying nothing but fictionbut what we want it to be our little fantasythat contradicts the laws of societyand your personal well being might be at stakewhile you wishing airplanes be shooting stars in the night sky to right your mistakesor another barrier you cant seem to surpass and takethat extra step needed to approach level greatnesswell wasted oppurtunites that be thrown to your chestinquisite master lyricist bout to go bomb on your parade-I.L""
i wake up and walk right to the mirror
and i saw my image of a soldier
it blurs out as i hold a picture of my family on one hand and my dogtags on the other
and i ask myself will i put myself through this will i ever bother?
i think of my future and my reason to join"for the experience ofcourse"
but my first dream was too cook and to be in the medical field course
i talk to a good friend he told me that "you have a better future dont ruin it being like me"
"think of all your friends whose lives been taken by some crazy person who had nothing to live for but kill soldiers for no reason at all"me,
think of me i was your best friend you didnt approve of me as in infantry men
i was killed by own crew to save my whole crew
dont put yourself in this like you said at my funeral"i smile at his funeral cause i know his in a better place where nothing can hurt him anymore"
"allison you are my best friend you've allways been so please dont go for this anymore"
i finally wake up crying, thinking of how my mom felt and how my loving boyfriend broke to tears of me leaving
it killed me so I  decided to write it down and tell you

By: Allison Madamba
Reason:dreamt of it again

Thursday, August 12, 2010

My Dream Again

I wake up,
I walk to the mirror to see what is the differ
between me and the man in the mirror
thinking its all just another person with no fingers
But I look closely and see it's me standing no where
in the desert,
Nothing behind me just the yellow sand in my hands
held it tight and it blows away
catching it piece by piece I hold it in with peace
I clutched it deep and tightly
I open it and see nothing
just the wet tears of my eyes and believe it was a dream.
I can't stand the shit that pulls me down to the core
maybe one day I will bring down everybody's door and pull em out
 when they're trap in a house with nothing to do
just sit around and watch whats on the news, well now it ends
it's time to get up and defend your own ground
fight for whats right
doesnt matter if you change the channel it still be the same'
you make the change
don't let this crumble up because this is it what they made
for us to suffer
to much problems
is it already enough we have to bother our own fathers for child support
because we didnt get through school
he said it was a piece of cake
that's him not him being me for me
I went through so much also not like butter, or jelly
just like holding a sweet touch of my baby that's inside of my own girlfriend
I kiss it and say
"there is nothing to fear daddy's here, always will be even
if this world kills us I'll still stand on one feet".
This is what I dreamnt on the 1st month of our relationship...
It was nice made me cry.
I love you.


By Christian Manzanares
Reason: To much thoughts hehe