TO My Friend*

I'm choking on my tears
But it's really all happiness.
You have helped me face my fears
And overcome my sadness.

Thank you for your strong shoulder,
I call it my tear holder.
Thank you for your humble heart,
It kept mine from falling a part

Thank you for the smiles,
The good times
But man, time flies

May great success come to you
In all that you do
You have left your footprints on my heart
Changed it to red from blue,
Not even done by a few
Yes, only you*

my water was green,
You made it blue.
You shared great possibilities,
You showed me truth

Just wanted to let you know
I'll be thinking of you
And that I LOVE YOU
And HEAVENLY FATHER does too

Zamoe*

Angela

What is it about my mother?
It's the heaven in her hello
The way nature compliments her.

I wish I could keep my mothers voice in a jar
And let it out
Whenever I forget what God sounds like.

The sunlight bounces off of her skin
And the moon gets jealous,
Because of the way her heart works

Your glow compliments the day
And you mouth,
Man your mouth makes the cloud insecure

Who else can change a leopards spot?
Who else can turn a devil into an angel?
Who else can make a king out of bastards?
Who else can make a kitchen smell like the Lord is coming for dinner?

Your presence reminds me of all things beautiful
Expensive art in galleries,
Colour of nature,
My Lord and saviour

I have seen you crucified by men's eyes,
But you will still be the sunrise of a nation at war,
You remind me that there are many things to live for
I need you more now than ever, MOM

Zamoe*

Love Triangle

I testify to your justification,
I understand.
I placed mysself in your shoes

I turned the table
Now my fork is on the right
And my kknife is on the left

My liquid courage on your opposite
We were opposites attracted.
Our lives were complicated
But we cohabited in the same complication

I thought I had you,
Your mind, your heart, your love
But I was too comfortable in my seat,
That I didn't realize I had sunk in

You had me, cuffed
She had the keys,
And you were head of security
And I was friends with the jury

Still the bars were weak
But you made me want to stay in deep.
You played the judge perfectly
And I the hammer handled well.

How did you do it?
How did you manage,
To move the end to the beginning?

We were more alike,
You and I 
The same people
One person

Which answers my question,
And that's why eachother 
Is what we could never over come

Zamo*

Pretense (poem)

The pain you brought to me,
Was beyond pain

How could you,
Give me the two red horns
And the burning fork
And toss me in the fire?

While you wear white feathers,
A golden crown
And sit in the clouds

How could you,
Play the slave,
The victim,
The oppressed?

When your the owner,
I, the victim
And you know not the meaning of depressed

Why act so pure when your so evil?

I thought you were a good person
Pretending to be bad,
But, your a just a bad person
Pretending to be good

But I still pray for you my friend 

Zamoe*

The sad truth

In the mirror 

behind the thin glass,

there lives hatred

as a result of the past.

I smile

she frowns

the mirror plays a sick game

called inside out

it never lies

its known for it truth

she shares reality

which is always a different story

I am standing,

she is kneeling.

I have a posture

she has no structure

she is the true me 

and I am the fake her

through people I see limited happiness

I see their plans of who should be

I'm afraid of my reflection

it duplicates me weak.

yet she wants to be free

she wants to exchange with me

how do I make her understand?

if only she knew

how hard it is to be true

from behind this thin glass

Zamoe*

Time

Time has taught me
Not to ask for more,
Very soon 
The ocean will reach its shore

Life has taught me 
Not to waste time,
However to soon realize 
Once it gone, it's impossible to find

God taught me
Not to give into temptation,
He will do whatever it takes
To strengthen our relation

Time has taught me not to ask for more,
 not to sore,
But to adore.

Zamoe*

London (poem)

His face with the art of scars 
And moist clay placed a part.
I picture love and hate as best friends
Then things start to make sense

I don't know you yet,
But I am still building up the courage.
I must understand you first
Before I bombard you with my own load of luggage

It seems as if you had it,
Then it faded.
But boy, I can tell 
It was splendid.

Who was she?
I bet a rare piece of art
Stolen form right under your feet.
She left you pale and week

When London was stolen form you,
Your voice ran away too.
I'd say I understand but I have no clue.

Don't make me expensive to the worldd
But expensive to you,
Then you will never see my back
Unless they take me from you,
That's if you allow them to
Do not make our worst fears come true.

I am here now
And to love again,
You will know how

Zamoe*