Nice one man

Most people living on this Earth,
Think they were created at their birth.
But we are, in fact, thousands of years old,
It just that the story was UNtold.
Reincarnation, I assure you, is quiet true,
Death is a tunnel we regularly pass through.
All mention of it was removed from the Bible,
because a Roman Emperor's wife feared libel.
Theodora was her name and,
Prostitution was her game.
She asked Justinian to remove all reference,
He always agreed her every preference.
She wanted the word reincarnation removed,
She didn't want the Karma it would accrue.
So her desire for the fountain of youth,
Has kept the rest of us from the truth.
They could not delete Jesus' words though,
they had to leave that in status quo.
But Jesus recognised Peter as Elijah, Amen!
and said aloud that he was 'Elijah come again'.

Not one of us has, as we put it, ever 'died',
You think I am joking, but I haven't lied.
On the other side, Death is a Joke
When we get up there, they give us a poke!
The minute we are on the astral plane, we laugh so hard,
Doh! To think that all the time, we held a trump card!
An Angel comes to us to meet,
They congratulate us for our amazing feat.
We hear sounds so lovely we want to cry,
We wonder why we were afraid to die.
A Chorus of Angels sing our name,
We realise life was just a 'game'.
We shed our body, like we take off a coat,
and we go with the Angels, up we float.
Higher and Higher we move on up,
We follow the Angel like a little pup.
A loved one we missed appears right now,
This is amazing! 'Holy Cow!'
All our Soul Group who love us so,
Crowd around and over us crow.
A Celebration party has been planned for today
They knew we were coming - Hip Hip Hooray!

Then, we must discuss the life we just left.
We must consider if we had been deft.
We must decide what went right and wrong.
We must face a panel, and sing a true song.
Three Elders in Red will consider our past.
They will take time, it is not done fast.
Everything is done with love and tact.
There is no actual punishment in fact.
Hell does not exist upstairs at all.
We have a good time, we have a ball.
For lessons we did not learn too well,
There are learning halls where you can tell,
by reading the sacred Akashic Record,
how well you did, how well you scored.
All our life was about, my friend,
Was whether we did anger send.
Whether we had Faith and Joy,
Whether we shared or keep the toy.
Whether we understood our Karma,
Whether we were kind to that Llama!
Yes life is all about fun, fun, fun,
Not about money, prestige or a gun.
When we have learnt enough up there,
We often climb back down those stairs!
We choose to come back in another body you see,
You might be your son's son or even an Auntie !!

Religion seems to have got things wrong.
It doesn't sing God's original song.
Great Spirit wanted us to love each other
Not criticise, scare and blame our brother.
Jesus does not want war at all.
Allah wanted us to be free
to understand the Holy Call.
Religion is to blame for much unrest
but only loves stands the test
of curing us of all our pain
so coming together would be a gain.
Ganesha would love us all to be
free to be who we were made to be.
Shiva only wants our happiness and Joy
Not each other to demean and destroy.
Mohamed would want us to forgive,
to let each other live and let live.
Wiseman Gandhi knew how beautiful we are
when we care more for the weak
than how important we think we are.
Master Confucius gave us wisdom its true
to teach us there is no difference
between me and you
Jehovah of Witnesses would love to see
us all embracing and not judging you and me.
G-d may be Jewish to some
but at the end of the day we are all his sons
Whether we study Jehovah , Judaism, Hinduism , Sikhism
Catholicism , Protestantism, Islamism or Confucianism
we are all one and the same.
Religion systematically markets fear
but compassion will bring you near,
to the One we all love best,
to the One who created this test.
We have only been separated by a name.
Let us put down our titles and labels
and replace them with love like we received in our cradle.
Let's understand that we all want to be
Connected to Source, to love and be free

I woke up dis morning,my mind click faster than d wall clock...wondering how i can make d best of 2day so dat my name could be an history written on d tall block...cuz yesterday has gone,2moro is jst a hope but 2day is a war front...oh Jehovah pls..don't let me fall cuz my enemies are waiting 4 my dull mock...look at dem in my doorstep warming like a beast,wanna suck me down like d dog suck...but d lord is my strength,my shade,who makes me fly like an eagle so dey can't match me down like d floor cock......

{TRUTH ABOUT MY LIFE}
I woke up in my world,i saw tears in my eyes...i look up 2 d sky i c my future bright cool like d paradise...bt coming from d ghetto which nobody recognise...den i said 2 myself enough is enough,is word from d wise...bt still i realize...dem say life is cheap but u need 2 pay d prize...cuz nothing good comes easy dere is a sacrifice...so i kip my game on..tryna be d best i can be,i put my shoe on..according 2 my size...yet d fake friends came pretending 2 be nice...dey promise & they fail me,and they call it a surprise...so i view life as a game,then u call it a shaken dice...i know am born great,cuz i gat d supersize...my life is just a movie and jehova supervise.......so WAT AM I?..

Moments when we were one heart,
come to my mind today,
colourful chat and soulful love,
why all these has passed away,

No reason was there and no need too,
still you needed me and I needed you,
like a flower and bee, we were one pair,
now you tell me how can I forget you dear,

I know the things are changed now,
not that much warmness and care some how,
still I think something is left there,
now please tell me, how can I forget you dear,

happy in your happiness and I don't lie,
that has to happen, but with us why?
my mind accepts but my heart cries,
in my dreams I live my life,
in memories you were mine forever,
that's why I'm telling you,
how can I forget you dear?

I compose his 4 book as my quote to him
When the arrow of God is fire, thing fall apart and the man of the people is no longer at ease.
RIP the giant eagle from d mythical forest of literature.

Let me ask are we save
Thing happening engulfed us as slave
Tears of today is enormous to full our bucket
Sorrow wrap us in his blanket
Our expectation is nowhere to be found
Will life give us another round?
Our joy dimmed it light
Blaming on our pride
Is this life worth a living
When it mystery is spinning
I know life is a race
We discovered it the more we trace
Our leaders pounding voice pulverised our brain
Their silly promise brought us more pain
Lie expose agonising mourning after
Because they fail to offer
Am like an eagle from a giant forest
Soaring so high to take my rest
Because the world is not my home
It send many to the world of doom
I can't spread my creativity
Because predator full our city
None of it will hunt my talent
While my courtesy is silent
Casting my pain is not an easy job
Can the predator meet me at the top?
Healthy medicine is my trend
Because success is my friend
They made my proclamation stronger
Because they will not last longer
God give me an enthusiastic trick
And also build around me a wall of brick.

True because our country spinal cord get fracture.

True because I don't know where our country spinal cord get fracture.

We are in a dangerous moment.
When thing gone beyond imagination.
War has jeopardize our domain.
Leading many into frustration.
Each day brought us a traumatic experience.
Not giving us any privilege.
And make us live with ambivalence.
Our dear country inflicted war including underage.
Tragedy become a source of revenue allocation.
While wandering in the wilderness of emptiness.
In history we heard this same information.
When diatribe thwart our boldness.
Our world fatality lies on the throes of tragedy.
We all see the world through a broken window.
Our leader now become a tardy.
Far and near we hear the elegy of a widow.
Our world wages a vengeful war.
Which pulverized worship place & school.
Killing and maiming become a game of indoors.
We are counting our death toll.
Our nation are in the path of sanity.
Those who suppose to talk become a stammerer.
Because they fail to protect our sovereignty.
Our leader are in the lines of bystander.
What a wasted generation.
When each day headline talk about fraudulent.
Embezzlement & fuel scam cripple our negotiation.
Which blurred out our intelligent.
Lunatic fringe harrow us a bored nightmare.
Bombing mission give us a sleepless night.
When I remember ritual killing in may.
Which prove our nation never to be right.
Many are writing about tragedy.
Drowning our liberty into the sea of blood.
Nothing to appraise nature with melody.
Even our snazzy has nothing to plot.
It fabricate it a mind setup.
The world Bleep me without condom.
Our leader fail to rise up.
When we scream for freedom.