Kazz’s Poems
1.
The Freeway
3.
Being Brave
4.
Losing Touch
5.
Hello Again
7.
My Dead Son
8.
My Problems
10.
Home Again
11.
Fag
12.
Renewal Passion
13.
The Missing Star
14.
Work
15.
The Ex
16.
Weak
17.
Why My Ex?
18.
The Boss
20.
Let It Happen
21.
A Young Father
22.
A Pregnant Teen
23.
The Abortion
24.
Daddy’s Reaction
27.
Baptist Church
28.
Where Is God?
29.
Convert
30.
Fully Converted
31.
The Shelter
33.
During Class
34.
This Place
35.
Beautiful Voice
36.
Doomed Success
37.
Little Less Time
38.
A Rainy Day
40.
In Their Shoes
41.
Stupid Drugs
43.
Too Graphic
44.
Speech Problem
45.
Black Angel
46.
Suicide Doctor
47.
Suffering
49.
Sex Addiction
50.
Lusty Sex
51.
Reactions
53.
Childless Mother
54.
Hollywood Bowl
55.
All My Money
56.
Flat Broke
57.
Male Prostitute
58.
The Kite
59.
The Lost Kite
60.
Open Mike
61.
Drunk Driving
65.
Adoption
66.
An Adoption Baby
67.
A Special Man
68.
Sick & Tired
69.
Known
70.
The Shadow
By Kazz Falcon
The freeway
I pulled over to the side
It just occurred to me
People was passing me up
They was going somewhere in life unlike me
I was still stuck from a flat tire
I hadn’t any such luck yet
Going nowhere just sucks
I want to go somewhere
It could be anywhere
Life is a journey
Couldn’t my life get any worse?
It’s sad when life stops
I would be glad when it ends
I had it with life
I might as well stab me with a knife
The sight of my life is depressing
Where’s the help?
I want to get off the freeway
By Kazz Falcon
Someone’s death
It became a shock to me
He was forever my rock
We never saw it coming
He was in perfect health
Suddenly, he had a heart attack
I was so sad when he left too soon; he was 25
I was mad as hell; God took him away from me
I was glad; God need him more than I do
I need to let him go
I can’t hold on him that much longer
My memories would always be in my heart
That was my comfort
I can’t be angry with God
My lover’s time had come
Someday, my time would come to be with God
Any day, I would be someone’s death
By Kazz Falcon
Being Brave
I walked into a room
I talked to someone
I couldn’t see him
He wouldn’t show his face
I shouldn’t be afraid
I walked in another room
I talked to someone again
I could see him
He would show his face
I should be afraid
I went back to the other room
I need someone strong
I looked for him
He wasn’t around
“What to do?” I asked
I decided to go back to confront the other guy
I would be brave
He could know what happened to him
I should be able to overcome my fear
This time, the other guy wasn’t there
I wondered why
He wasn’t shy
He had the evil look
I was about to leave the room
I felt this presence around me
Hmm, I couldn’t see him
He wouldn’t show his face
I shouldn’t be afraid
Being brave
By Kazz Falcon
Losing touch
My friend moved away couple months ago
I haven’t seen him in a while
I wondered what he have been up to
We used to do everything together
The movies, the mall, the beach, and more
We had so much fun together
Nothing could tear us apart
Then again, something did
His job transferred him to a new city
We said our goodbyes
We promised we would stay in touch
Some things weren’t meant to be
I gave him a call, no one answer the phone
I sent him a card, no response yet
I sent him a email, it didn’t went through somehow
Hmmm, I missed him so much
Losing touch
By Kazz Falcon
Hello again
It have been awhile I saw you
This is my paradise
This paradise contains 100% happiness 24/7
This happiness contains my new surroundings
This surroundings contains my mansion, created by Jesus Christ
This mansion belongs to me
I don’t have any locks on the doors
Nobody has locks at all
We trusted each other, fully hearted
There wasn’t a thieve among us
No one want to lie, cheat or steal
We could sin
Why should we?
The surroundings gave us everything we need
We are not from earth below
This is my paradise
Hello again
By Kazz Falcon
My great belief
I believed in God with all my heart
I struggled with something heavy
It was so heavy that I couldn’t do anything
Wouldn’t you know it?
I prayed to God daily to get the burden of my chest
So far, nothing has happen
The craving was still there
Why can’t I stop those feelings?
Those feelings couldn’t be right
It put up a mighty fight
The flesh eats away at my soul
I felt like God abandoned me, I was so alone
He left me for being gay
I must do right in God’s eyes
I need to end it for once and for all
I couldn’t find any answers in the bible
The gun defeated my great belief
By Kazz Falcon
My dead son
I heard a shot in his bedroom
I ran as fast I could
I saw blood running down on his forehead
It was too late to save him; he lost lots of blood
I noticed a poem on his bed
“My Great Belief” was frightening enough
He struggled with his sexuality and his belief in God
He must have use all his strength to fight it
He wanted to please his father
He loved God with all his heart
He couldn’t be both – Gay and a Christian
Why couldn’t he come to me?
I would have help him in any way
He should talk to me
Then again, my Christian beliefs was different from his
It was between God and him, not the three of us
He didn’t find the answers he needed from the bible
The gun defeated my dead son
By Kazz Falcon
My problems
I need to see a psychologist
The problems weren’t going away anytime soon
I tried to face them alone
I cried about it every other day
I can’t take it anymore
My life wasn’t changing for the better
I was doing the best I could
It seemed like my best wasn’t good enough
The more I do my best, the more things get in the way
I want to break the cycle
Maybe, the failure in me doesn’t want to go far
Hmm, I couldn’t take failure once more
That’s why I was stuck, going nowhere
It really getting to me badly
I was depressed with the things going for me lately
I wasn’t happy with life; it was so disappointing
Everything just sucks big time
Nothing was going my way
I would forever have my problems
By Kazz Falcon
The dead letter
My family couldn’t believe what they read
I died from AIDS
Someone lied about it; I was still living in Hollywood
They franticly searched for the truth
Could it be true?
Shouldn’t the police told them the bad news
The letter was killing them
They lost so many sleepless nights
They prayed, “Let him still be alive.”
They traced the letter back to LA
They called some places around
He may stay in contact with some places
They found me in a homeless shelter
The sound of my voice brought tears to their eyes
They were so happy to hear me talking
They offered me to come home again
We became close as ever before through the dead letter
By Kazz Falcon
Home again
I went back to Dallas; my family missed me so much
It was so great to see them more
I moved in with my sister and her three kids
It seems like I never move to Hollywood
Something was missing, I felt like I wasn’t home
I have been gone since 1994
People changed, things changed and home changed
I tried to be happy in Dallas again
It didn’t felt right at all
My life was somewhere else, back in Hollywood
I didn’t have a strong connection at all
Yes, I had family in Dallas
I figured that wasn’t enough
All my friends lived in Los Angeles
I felt like I gave up my life
I missed my friends a great deal
I loved being on my own
Back to Hollywood, I was home again
By Kazz Falcon
Fag
Someone told me that he wanted a fag
I could sense he wanted something from me
I should give it to him in his mouth
He would blow very gently
He was that type of a guy
He has ravishing lips I ever saw
I pondered about something
Should I give him one or kiss him first?
I don’t like fags breathe
I won’t kiss him at all
His mouth should be refreshing clean
A thought crossed my mind
The more he likes me kisses,
He may give up the bad habit
I lived for that moment
He would be better off
He must control his stress some other way
Please don’t bit your fingers either
I won’t scratch your eyes out
He met his match in this fag
By Kazz Falcon
Renewal Passion
I haven’t write any poems in a few years
It was like learning how to fly a kite again
I need strong winds for a successful flight
I must maintain its balance in the blue sky
I trusted I could fly again
As long I try, I should find the right notch
I concentrated on the winds
The winds were powerful all day long
The kite was a loose cannon; it blasted all over
It almost crashes into the trees
I pulled up on time; I had control
It made me realized I could do anything
I headed back home in the evening time
I was proud of the flight
I landed smoothly on my feet again
From the fabulous experience,
The artist rushed back into my very soul
The kite pushed me to renewal passion
By Kazz Falcon
The missing star
I stared into space
I couldn’t see my star
I guessed my star is far
I looked deeper in the galaxy
So far, I didn’t come upon my star
I had a gut feeling; I wouldn’t be one
I felt so alone
I didn’t notice the time; I was too stoned
I kept on looking for mine
I wept, where is my star?
I have been waiting for years
I want my star to shine bright
The star must be in another sight
I shined my flashlight
So far, I was disappointed at night
The morning star rose into the blue sky
I missed my chance
The drugs kissed my star away from me
I could have been in Hollywood
The missing star
By Kazz Falcon
Work
I had a fabulous job
Something drastic change my life
Anything but that I cried
I recently found out that I am HIV+
I was shock beyond belief
Knowing my HIV status us such a relief
I felt healthy continued working
My boss really love me, treating me like a friend
He does care for his employers
Do I dare to bring up my HIV status?
It scares me that my job might be in danger
I don’t have hospital insurance yet
I can’t risk losing my three months old job
I had three months to go for the insurance
I might as well keep it as a secret
It was none of his business
As long I wok hard and stay healthy, I would be better off
After I get the insurance, I would tell my boss
I prayed I stay healthy for work
By Kazz Falcon
The Ex
We remained friends after we broke up
Things didn’t work out for us as lovers
We were better off as friends
I found another lover from a gay parade in Weho
He sounded like a fabulous guy
We dated for a while and we fell in love
He hated his life; I figured it would pass
He truly believed that I was the only good thing for him
Everything else just sucks for him
He complained about anything or everyone
I explained, “Don’t let everything get to you.”
He cried that the world was out to get him
I tired to make him feeling good inside
He felt ugly inside; he hates looking in the mirror
On the outside, he doesn’t see how beautiful he was
His negative attitude gets on my last gay nerve
I tried talking with him; he won’t listen to me
He pushed me away, so I gave up on him
I hung out at my ex’s house for comfort
My boyfriend thought I was having an affair
He was jealous of the ex
By Kazz Falcon
Weak
I fell in love with someone
I had so many problems to be in one
I need to work on myself first
The weed was my escape; I want to forget my problems
He doesn’t mind me doing drugs every day
He was kind enough to let me use his place
He was so strong for the both of us
He can take care of my problems and his
I was happy to be with him
Recently, he became distance from me
I tried to talk to him; he wouldn’t open up
I cried I might lose him
I don’t know why he won’t talk to me
Things were great in the beginning –
Hug, kiss, comfort, write letters and say “I Love You.”
We hardly do any of them any more
I don’t feel love by him
When I tried to talk about my problems, he became angry
I had no ideal why he treats me different
I wondered why he brought vodka, he feels like to
I need him to be strong, not weak
By Kazz Falcon
Why my ex?
My new boyfriend has so many problems
Like others said, “Too much baggage!”
He cried that his life wasn’t getting any better
I tried to send him in the right direction
I set him up with doctors and medication
He doesn’t seem want to get any help
He relied too much on me
It was taking a toll; I had problems too
He seems to only care about his problems
Most times, I tried to talk to him
He doesn’t listen at all
His problems and him are emotional draining me
I may look healthy outside, I felt sick inside
I can’t go on trying to solve his problems
He needs to see a shrink
He pushes me away; I can’t talk to him
Therefore, I go to my ex
My boyfriend may lead me to drink again
Why my ex?
By Kazz Falcon
The boss
He was wicked as they come
He ticked me off big time
As soon he found out, he privately fired me
I was one of his best workers
I flew to Mama’s nest for comfort and advice
She hated the boss for what she done
It was his loss, not mine
From her love, I was fabulously fine
She encouraged me to take action
He was a low life no good fake
Wait till I stab him with a knife
It would be sweet revenge
It could be worth millions
He can’t do anything about it, except pay up
Something positive should happen at court
I need to prove he wrongly fired me
I was in perfect health
I didn’t get sick once
Sometimes, I even work on my day offs
For that, I was discriminated for being HIV+
I have a good chance of winning the case against the boss
By Kazz Falcon
Fear Becomes A Reality
I hope my nightmare doesn’t come true
I worked so damn hard to get where I am today
It scared the hell out of me
It dared to wreck my life
I stared right into hell; the nightmare lives there
I tried to avoid the evil trap
I cried to God, “Let the nightmare stay in the dark.”
I prayed a little to late
I became weak; I ended up in the hospital
Somehow, I caught a feverish flu
Anyhow, it was much worse than I thought
It happened so fast; I was full blown AIDS
I hardly see my doctor for check ups
Work took up most of the time
I regretted not seeing my doctor often
I felt fine; I wasn’t on any medications
Now, I was facing one tough battle ahead of me
I must change my life for the better
The doctor put me on meds and placed me on SSI
Nightmares comes true
Fear becomes a reality
By Kazz Falcon
Let it happen
My friend was doing fabulous till he drank again
His life was perfect – a car, a job and his apartment
Something happened along the way
He met a drop dead gorgeous man
I wasn’t one of his biggest fans
I already knew his game plan
He used men for his pleasure; he doesn’t give a damn
I tried to warn my friend
He thought I was jealous of the relationship
He ought to know better, we go way back
I fought tooth and nail; he still wouldn’t listen
The new lovers sought to destroy his life
He brought into his act, love and all
Everything was beautiful, so my friend thought
Then the wicked plan fell into its place
He persuaded him to go clubbing
The more he went, the deeper he got in alcohol
He claimed he loved him, he truly believed it
I had no choice, except to let it happen
By Kazz Falcon
A young father
I became one at age 17
I figured it wouldn’t happen to me
My girlfriend and I couldn’t believe it
We were so safe; it was the farthest thing from our minds
We were truly in love; we wanted to wait for a few years
We wanted out relationship to last
We didn’t expect out baby to come fast
We got good grades; our future was about to blast off
Now, the baby changed everything for us
We need to hold off the collage plans
A broken condom planted the seed
The done was done; we became parents
We considered abortion; we weren’t ready
We couldn’t blame each other; we were in the mood
So, we wouldn’t destroy the baby inside
He deserved a chance to live; he was innocence
My father set me up with a good paying job
We lived with her parents
We both quite school
The baby became our full plate
I don’t regret of being a young father
By Kazz Falcon
A pregnant teen
I wished I didn’t listen to his sweet-talking
He was only after one thing
I thought he care about me
I brought into his act
I felt so used and pregnant by him
He refused the truth, his baby
He wouldn’t admit we had sex
My parents became outrage at me
It was the same guy my friends warned me about
I blamed myself; I let my guard down
Why did I get myself in the mess?
He only wanted to get under my dress
I was foolish enough to believe him
He promised to love me and be there for me
Now, my life was destroyed
I was so alone; my parents wanted no part of my life
Everyone was dead set against the low life
I wouldn’t listen to them
How could I have a bright future?
I’m a pregnant teen
By Kazz Falcon
The abortion
What can I say?
I’m damn if I do; I’m damn if I don’t
I always wanted kids, but I was too young
My father wouldn’t take it well
I wouldn’t dare to let him down
I was his world, my mom died when I was six
I loved him very much
I would do anything for him
I have to keep the pregnancy a secret
I need to sleep on it
I must figure out what to do
Trust me, it’s really hard for me
I was a daddy’s little girl
I looked at all the options
This one really shook me up – Abortion
Besides, I wasn’t ready to be a mother
I want to go to collage
My dad would be proud of me
I know he wouldn’t accept my pregnancy
I must be sure of the abortion
By Kazz Falcon
Daddy’s Reaction
He was shocked about my pregnancy
I couldn’t keep it as a secret a little longer
He accidentally found my test results in my room
He was so disappointed in me
I tried to talk with him
He cried, “How could I mess up my future?”
I confessed I let passion took over my life
We were hot and heavy; it was too late to stop it
My boyfriend broke up with me; he didn’t want the baby
I was left holding the responsibilities
The pregnancy was too much for one person
Even daddy didn’t want me to have the baby
The only option I had was abortion
I had no other choice; my future was at stake
Daddy took me to an abortion clinic
For some odd reason, he wanted me to know the truth
He felt like a damn hypocrite
I didn’t understand why, he was looking out for me
He told me the secret of me
My parents considered abortion too, no money
They change their minds at the last minute
They want me to give me a shot in life
Life is precious to throw away
Daddy’s reaction
By Kazz Falcon
The No Good Boyfriend
He drastically ended our relationship
He pretended nothing happen
I was offended by his negative attitude
He left me holding the bag; I was pregnant by him
He stoop ever lower, he claimed he was a fag
Yeah, right! We had sex many times
The sight of his lies continues
He explained he was sexual confused
I was outrage by his stupidity
He should be more responsible for his actions
There was a baby on the way
I would have the baby in May
I truly don’t believe he was gay
I wasn’t his first girlfriend, or his last
Dating him was a blast
He treated me like a princess unlike him
He cheated our baby from having a father
There was a heated argument between us
He thought I trap him
My father ought to kick his sorry ass
He had no class whatsoever
The no good boyfriend
By Kazz Falcon
A fatherless baby
I got a certain girl pregnant by accident
I wasn’t really in love, I was sexual confused
I want nothing to do with her
All along, she knew I had feelings for guys
We had a few drinks
We ended in the sack
In the back of my mind, having sex didn’t feel right
The alcohol fogged our brains
It was too late to turn back time
She thought it was fate; I was cure of being gay
She ought to know better, it doesn’t work that way
She brought up a terrifying ideal
If I don’t change my ways, I won’t see my baby
I can’t exchange my true feelings
I would be living a lie
It could ha e serious effects on the baby
I can’t see hurting an innocence baby
It would destroy his future in the long run
I won’t live a lie for the baby’s sake
She promised I would never be in his life
I made the ultimate sacrifice
A fatherless baby
By Kazz Falcon
I grew p in a Baptist church
I knew I was different from the rest I felt like the Baptist wasn’t the best
For being gay, did God put me through a test?
The more the pastor mentioned it was a sin,
The more I felt rejected by God
Throughout the years, I was sadden God don’t love me
I privately struggled with the gayness
It was a heavy burden on my shoulders
I distanced myself from God and the church
I danced alone in the dark
From being drunk, I passed out in the park
I smelt like a skunk, someone woke me up
She wondered why I was all alone
I wept, God left me
I kept on crying, why couldn’t I be myself for God?
I was trying my best to understand the bible
I did noting wrong
Something came forth; I saw the light in her
The light shows me the way
God still love me for being me
By Kazz Falcon
I searched for him the longest time
The last church mistreated me badly
They cheated me out of a relationship with God
I beat myself to death
The heavy burden defeated my soul
I had a heated conservation
God let me down; he abandoned me
It was time to pack it in, I moved to Dallas
I hoped I would find peace and happiness
With dope, I could really escape from reality
With a rope, I should end it for once and for all
Then again, I want to make a go in Dallas
This could be my only chance for happiness
I came upon a stranger; he was flamboyant
Me mentioned of a church
I dreadful didn’t want to go; my faith was gone
He promised I had never experience God this way before
I was intrigued, my heart pumped for joy
I went to church, being open minded
I found the love of God again
Sounds like a dream; I’m a gay Christian
By Kazz Falcon
I realized I was gay
It didn’t make my day
It wasn’t the right way
I disclosed my feelings with the church
No one else knows, not even my family
Someone soon showed up
I had never saw him before in church
He convinced me to go with him
We arrived at another church far away
I strived to trust him, not knowing him to well
He seemed nice enough
A group showed up in the room
They tried to convert me
I cried, “Why do they want to control my life?”
They kept on telling me their stories
I wept, how could I be happy?
I can’t go on listen to them
I already know the truth
More than ever, I was happy being gay
By Kazz Falcon
I used to be a homosexual
I refused to live a sinful life
I abused God’s love for granted
I didn’t like being gay
From the bible’s point of view, it wasn’t the way
My life drastically changed in May
The church sent me to a support group
I went to check it out
I got to admit, being gay is a bout
They wasn’t happy, nor I was either
I mostly ended up at the bathhouse
I just wanted to be love and feel good inside
The moment my desires passed, I wasn’t happy
The same thing goes for the clubs
Day in & day out, I was looking for love
At those places, I didn’t find anything but sex
I kept on going to the support group
I wept; I was sick and tired of being gay
I was too weak to go on throughout the day
The group comforted me; I want to change
It gave me a desire to be with a woman
The way it supposed to be
By Kazz Falcon
I had only one chance at the shelter
They only ALLOWED once chance
I don’t want to mess up my only chance
I could stay up for six months
I must make most of my time
I want to succeed in life
I can’t do any weed or any other drugs
They would test me if they suspect me
I must follow the rules and do a daily chore
Trust me; that was the smart thing to do
They want us to find a job, save money and an apartment
Six months was enough time for anyone
Then again, some felt the place was too strict
I saw a few to last a month or less
I truly believed they were stupid
Come on, they messed up their only chance
Hello, is that stupid or what?
I would stay for the long run
The more I stay, the more money I would save
I would be better off
Everyone should use the six months wisely
I know I had a good chance from the shelter
By Kazz Falcon
My time was almost help at the shelter
I was waiting word on Section 8 housing
Till that time, I was racing against time
I had no ideal of what would happen to me
I wondered about my future, I was so worried
I didn’t want to stay at another shelter
Once was enough for me
I just couldn’t do it again
I had enough of the homeless life
Six months was a long time
I also didn’t want to go back to the street either
I won’t let it happen again
I might as well be a male prostitute
I can get money for a hotel
I don’t want to ask my friends for help
Emotional support was good enough
What would I do?
I was running out of time
Section 8 may not happen after all,
It may take years to get my own place
My future was at stake
Where would I go?
By Kazz Falcon
Rebecca Street taught a poetry class
We were learning how to write poems
She has great knowledge of poems
I couldn’t get much out of class
You wouldn’t think so
It wasn’t the teacher’s fault
She absolutely does her best
T goes to show me, I should be a great poet
Certain things were foes, much to my dismay
Was it curtain for me by the foes?
I don’t want to trip over somebody’s toes
Then again, they stepped on mine
The noises came from everywhere
It became frustrating that I can’t stand it anymore
The same crap we faced on class every week
We couldn’t focus and concentrate on the poems
We need complete silence for them
We can enjoy them much better
How could we?
The foes wouldn’t top disturbing us
The door slamming, people rudely talking and other things
When would it end?
During class?
By Kazz Falcon
Clod withering air, I froze at night
Awful dreadful food, I hardly eat anything
I couldn’t function right
Mean staff, I can’t talk to them
Smelly restrooms, I must cover up my mouth and nose
Fallen ceilings, I need to run
The kitchen, I could get food poisoning
Sleepless nights, the bed was hard as a rock
Rotten floors, I could fall through
Roaches, they were everywhere
Fruit flies, I couldn’t escape from them
The tables, there weren’t enough to eat on
The area, it was located in the worse location, skid row
I wasn’t safe inside or outside
Darkness, there weren’t any light in the building
Just the sun and its rays
The residents, I can’t trust them
They were either on drugs or drunk
The sight of things made me gruesome sick
I must leave somehow
Whether I end up dead in this place
By Kazz Falcon
I loved to sing
I moved to a different beat
People complimented me for my singing
It encourage me to be a singer
Smoking discouraged me as a great one
It friend my throat throughout the years
I cried, my dreams vanished – Hollywood Bowl
I tired to give it up, no such luck
Smoking was a bad habit; I started at 16
I became sad; I gave up singing
I was mad; my dream won’t come true
My voice was that bad, I was out of tune
I was glad that I gave it a best shot
I met a young lad; his voice was awesome
He knew who I was
He heard so much about me from his parents
I noticed he had a pack of fags
My story scared him; he tossed them in the trash
At the Hollywood Bowl, the crowd loves his beautiful voice
By Kazz Falcon
I founded a band in high school, the students loves us
Time was our stock; a record label could pick us up
I had a few drinks here & there, patience waiting
Someone finally gave us a contract
I had a toast at the club for our good fortune
I continued to rock & roll across the nation
After the concerts, we got blasted
Our success was too good to be true
From heavy drinking, I branched out to drugs
I didn’t care about the hugs
In my mind, the girls want me
I was living a rock & roll life
I had alcohol, drugs and sex
Nothing could stop my success
Anything but that
The partying was my downfall
The other members realized I had too much of a good time
I missed rehearsals, tour dates and more
They kissed me goodbye, they kicked me out of my own band
My alcohol/drug problem was too much for them
It made me mad; they picked another lead singer
By Kazz Falcon
I had six months to live
I don’t have anything to give
I wasn’t rich; I had low income
Whatever I would become?
Jesus was poor; his heart was made of gold
A wish came true; I wouldn’t grow old
I have something to show
I wasn’t cold as snow
Something was true
I turned blue
I can’t gasp for some air
I fallen from the chair
Everyone panicked for my safety
No one could save me
Yesterday was my funeral
Today was a new beginning
I finally was recognized for my art
My poems & stories weren’t a fart
They were as clean as a baby’s behind
I really don’t mind
Success came late
It was purely fate
By Kazz Falcon
I walked in the rain
Suddenly, I ran to the train
Pouring down on me was a pain
I was soaking wet
I lost the bet
The $25 went to Met
He was right about the weather
I bird tried me off with a feather
The train took me somewhere
From the rain, I hope it was anywhere
I ended up nowhere
I became lost in the wood
I was hungry for food
In the freezing rain, I stood
For crying out loud, I wasn’t in a mood
I just wanted to go home alone
Someone offered me to get stone
I called Met on the phone
He picked me up at the train
The weather tricked me with the rain
All day was a pain
By Kazz Falcon
The waves were pretty high in the Pacific Ocean
I grabbed my surfboard to tackle the waves
I surfed the mighty waves
I was bound to slavery of them
I found it hard to escape them
The sounds of them, I feared for my safety
They had a grip on my life
One slip up, my life would be over in a second
Here’s a tip, I must battle the waves to stay alive
My life depends on it
I mended my life with the waves
I tended not to know what wave I would ride
It could be the waves of sorrows
It could be the waves of fear
It could be the waves of happiness
It could be the waves of tears
It could be the waves of life
It could be some other wave I must take
I better surf the waves
I can’t let them to control my life
I was in the driver’s seat on the surfboard
I must stay ahead of them no matter what
If not, the ocean would eat me alive
I don’t want to drown in the wave of life
By Kazz Falcon
I tried to imagine in their shoes
Sometimes, it fried my brain
It was emotional hard for me to put through the agony
Hmm, a thought occurred
I could be a great actor
It should be a great learning experience
I focus on their pain the most
In their shoes, I wouldn’t be lost
I become them in every which way
Then some
I go through the emotions to see how it felt
I couldn’t handle it sometimes
I felt their pain
My heart melted for them
I wondered how I could do things different
In their shoes, it was emotional roller coaster ride
Can’t things be any different for them?
Some things, they couldn’t take back
I wouldn’t forgive the person either
I should live their pain
I tried to imagine in their shoes
By Kazz Falcon
I thought too hard
I can’t think of anything to write about
I know I have many ideals
There were in the back of my head
I don’t see them clearly
I won’t be able to put them down on paper
I wondered if my brain is working
Did the drugs play a part?
It couldn’t be that
Wouldn’t it?
I shouldn’t let the drugs affect my brain
Then again, maybe it did happen that way
It dawn on me
When I think too hard, my brain hurts
I better lay off the drugs for a while
Then I would know the truth
I could tell the drugs messed up my mind
I can’t think straight
The drugs are powerful destroyers
I used to get good grades
Now, I lost my great ideals to stupid drugs
By Kazz Falcon
There was a time
I was quite popular in middle school
Everyone thought I was cool
I wasn’t anybody’s fool
My favorite activity was the pool
Hugs were allowed
Drugs, forget about it
The girls like me a lot
The guys envy me
Next year, things drastically changed
There was a different feel to school
Everyone thought I wasn’t cool
I felt like a fool
I wasn’t the best in the pool
Hugs weren’t allows anymore
Drugs crossed my mind a couple of times
The girls like the other boys
The guys had a chance for love
I was least popular in high school
By Kazz Falcon
Nah, it couldn’t be
Wah, it shouldn’t be
I don’t have a dirty mouth
I was glad that I don’t live in the south
There would be a hanging
Anywhere, I would be banging
The thought sicken me
It brought out the good in me
I fought being too graphic in my art
I sought out the feel good real life poems
I ought to kick his ass
Oops, what happened to my class?
Me bad
I could be a dirty filthy mouth lad
Was I being too graphic?
Don’t have a cow
I was waiting for a bow
I deserved that much
I served my art not being too graphic
By Kazz Falcon
I had it since I was a young lad
A kid made fun of me, I was sad
I had a mother’s comfort, I was glad
I couldn’t escape the pain; he was still bad
I wouldn’t take the crap much longer, I was mad
I shouldn’t be hateful to him; I saw an ad
It was about a writing contest
I should show the creep with the test
I would enter it; he was still a pest
I could win; I was the best
With winning the contest, he should give it a rest
A poem came up; it was exciting enough
He picked on me; I would be tough
He hasn’t stop; it was rough
Mom watched TV at home, she was sick
The curtain flew opened; the announcer was Rick
He announced the winner of the contest
I accepted the award; I was the best
The pest wept, he lost to me
I kept my dignity; I showed him I was smart
He thought I was pretty dumb than him
He ought to know by now; I was the winner
By Kazz Falcon
The fire of hell raised me
I seek seriously ill people, even suicidal
The pain they have, I want to kill them
I loved to make them suffer fast
With lethal injection, they won’t last
No other angels have the power and freedom to kill
I always wear black
No, I wasn’t the angel of death
I was more sinister then him
I kill innocence people at night
The ill people called out for me
I answered back with their death
Then I ceased the killing moment
The deceased bodies, the angel of death took their souls
Wherever they turn up – Heaven or Hell
Some would burn in the second death
Their souls scorched for life
It makes me happy when they call out for me
I truly confessed, it gave me satisfaction
I was blessed for being the black angel
By Kazz Falcon
Did I commit murder or assist in suicide?
I admitted I played a big part in their deaths
For them, I used a lethal injection
Some believed I abused my doctor’s rights
Come on, I didn’t misused my rights
There were miserable, they wanted to end it
They came to me; I accosted them with their deaths
Their families hissed at me
Only because they missed their love ones
They didn’t have the guts to kill themselves
I gladly gave them a helping hand
Being the black angel, they put up a stand
The families and friends cried fowl
I tried to explain, “It was in their best interest.”
I fried their love ones with lethal injection
I ended their pain; I was doing my job
I defended myself; they couldn’t accept the suicides
I sent them to an early grave
I bent over for the suicide needs
I went to prison, that wasn’t fair
In the love ones’ eyes, I was a hero
In the families’ eyes, I was a murderer
In my eyes, I was the black angel
By Kazz Falcon
When is the suffering going to stop?
I can’t go on living like this, Black Angel
I was in too much pain
My body aches all over by every moment
I wished it would stop
I dished out all the pain I could take
Right now, the pain was too great to handle
The sight of things, I hope it would end soon
I prayed, my lover has the strength for me
He promised he would be the Black Angel
He can end it for me; just pull the plug
Do it for me, I would ole him a big hug
I just want to die, free of pain
Did he lie? Did he take off in the train?
I hope not, I really need him
The plug, honey, the plug, just pulls the damn plug
I looked at him; he crumbled to pieces
He booked his tears away from me
I saw the pain in his eyes
He had a tough decision to make
It was rough for him; his true love was dying
He could stop the pain for the both of us
Just pull the plug, Black Angel, death awaits me
By Kazz Falcon
After awhile, the table’s lamp begun to flash
The chairs made some noises
Through the walls, I heard some voices
It called out a name
I didn’t heard quite well what it was saying
It became furiously with me
The chairs moved faster
The table was lifted
I jumped on my bed; I wouldn’t dare to hide under
The bed kept on crashing everywhere
I wept, why is the demon mad?
I didn’t do anything wrong, the voices screamed at me
I screamed back, “Leave me alone!”
I searched for the good luck charm, the special stone
The door, I remembered, the door
I could escape; I leaped forth to the door
It was locked; I was trapped
I jumped back on the bed, my eyes was shut
I was scared, I prayed to God
The voices got louder; I hid under the blanket
Things got calmer; my mother came in
I was glad to see her; she comforted me
She noticed the stone; it put a smile on her
A tornado struck, I was safe in her arms
By Kazz Falcon
I became a sex addict through looking for love
My sexual needs came stronger than love
The same old story, I looked for love in the wrong places
I tried love at the clubs
I managed to get sex from one-night stands
I tried love at coffee house
I managed to find sex
I tried love at a church; it was somewhat better
We somehow ended up in bed
I tried love at the movies
The movies became x rated, more sex
It seems like nobody wanted to be in love
I thought they was more interest in sex
I ought to know, love wasn’t around
I fought my sexual desires; I was lonely
I sought out love; it got too frustrated
I brought some x-rated magazines
It didn’t do me any better; I want the real thing
I was vulnerable; the bathhouse became a second home
Sex was on my mind 24/7, I felt empty inside
I couldn’t get enough sex; I want sex badly
My life was a mess; sex was my drug
By Kazz Falcon
I was turn on by sex at an early age
We was the same sex, we experienced the gay sex
It was very interesting thou
We was fascinated by the male body
He moved away, my desires didn’t stop there
I loved the experience I had with him
I drove around, as I got older
I picked up men everywhere I could find them
Quick sex wasn’t enough for me
I wanted sex to last a long time
It was hard; I still lived with my family
So, I kept on searching for sex
I slept with many men
Love never entered my mind
It was the farthest thing from me
I came upon an ad for a bathhouse
I didn’t know what one was
I figured they sell bathtubs for houses
Boy, I was wrong! I got an eyeful
And, girlfriend, I had more fun ever before
Sex didn’t stop there
Along the way, I found out about the sex clubs
By Kazz Falcon
I wrote a story about the pussy for kids
With a note, I got permission to read in the library
At first, the parents thought nothing of it
The moment they heard pussy, they was beyond shocked
They were ready to throw rocks
I had a sinful dirty mouth
Of course, this was the south
They didn’t take kindly to the pussy or me
I defended my freedom of speech
I ended in jail for a couple of nights
They pretended it was much worse than that
I went to another town for another chance
The same thing happened; I couldn’t dance
Both times, they ran me out of town
I couldn’t believe it; I was down
I cried, “Give me a chance, dear lord!”
This time, open minded with my sword
They picked up some rocks
They thought I tricked them
I gave them some advice
Please listen to the whole story
A miracle occurred; they didn’t judge the pussy or me
The pussy became successful, thanks to reactions
By Kazz Falcon
I was being judge for the pussy
They took the pussy out of content
I explained it was only a word
I wasn’t being negative about the pussy
Such words as “fag, nigger” are in bad taste
Without much luck, I was crucified at the cross
They didn’t give a damn
They only want to believe what they heard
I told them very nicely,
“You are old enough to know better.”
Once again, it went over their heads
I wondered what happened to the freedom of speech
Whosoever is not open minded, they are stupid
They want to judge anyone for something
My God, what kind of life is that?
I pouted, “You’re not being fair!”
I shouted, “God is the judge, not you.”
It went out in one ear, out the other one
They can be so close-minded
What a sad, sad sight indeed
By Kazz Falcon
My baby fell off the bed
I thought my boyfriend watched her closely
Soon enough, he came back to the room; the baby was dead
He was lost for words; it was a shock to us
It almost cost my other kids too
Losing one kid was bad, losing all of them were much worse
Everyone was sad; she didn’t live a full life
I was mad, I hold him responsible for her death
He was old enough to be careful with babies
Someone told the Child Protection Agency
They came fast for an investigating
In the mean time, they took the other kids away
I was shook up, more heartbreak
I wasn’t allow to see them, I couldn’t bare the thought
I cried, I missed my kids including the dead daughter
I tried to get them back; I want my kids now
I was denied; they believed I was an unfit mother
It fried me; I would never hurt them in any way
It wasn’t my fault; he foolishly walked away
Things happens, he thought the baby was safe
I ought to trust him; he was like a father to them
I must get my kids back; they are my kids
I felt horrible that she was dead
It melted me that I may never see them again
I can’t live without then, they were my life forever
By Kazz Falcon
I finally convinced the supervisor to let my play in the bowl
He thought my art wouldn’t fly with the audience
Hmm, the way I see it, it was up to the audience
They may boo or cheer me
I wasn’t even a big time star
I just wanted to show my craft during the intermission
Trust me, I had a long way to hit big time
I must think small; then I would grow into Mr. Big
I climbed up the wall once before, I watched from afar
Watching them at the bowl, I felt alive
The performers and the music were alive in me
Since then, I had the desire to play at the bowl
I didn’t know what my act would be
I would do anything to perform including reading some poems
It dawn on me, what if I became a artist
Then the supervisor won’t denied me
Boy, I was wrong – he denied me so many times
I tried all kinds of act
I cried, none of them work smoothly
He did like my one ideal; I could read poems
My big night came; the crowd wouldn’t leave for the intermission
They was glued to their seats, my poems drawn them to me
The supervisor realized I was good enough for Hollywood Bowl
By Kazz Falcon
I wasted it on drugs
Nobody was around to give me hugs
Everybody did something else
Somebody was my drug dealer at the park
A few go to him for drugs
He could trust me; I was one of his many buyers
I would go to him each month
I should do something else with my money
But I had no desire
I was homeless for a while
I lived in a tent in downtown LA
I vented my problems with the drugs
Then again, what problems
The drugs freed me from them
I was relieved; I don’t have a care in the world
I didn’t want to deal with an apartment
So many times, I was late with the rent
The late fees cost me a bundle
I didn’t keep up with the bills either
I spent the money on drugs each much
I was tired of the hassles from the landlord
On skid row, I was freed from every day’s troubles
I don’t miss the apartment, I was glad I gave it up
I had more time and more money for drugs
It was sad that I get pay once a month
By Kazz Falcon
I get paid early in the month, once a month
By each paycheck, I spent it all on drugs
The money lasted a week or less
It depends on much drugs I want
Sometimes, I want a dime, a quarter or whatever
Most times, I buy the big one
I hope it would last me a long time
The dope I was, it doesn’t last throughout the week
I must cope with the other druggies at skid row
Some I can’t trust, some are my friends
We tried to look out for each other
I cried when we ran out of drugs
Then the search begins, I scores drugs somehow
I would lie, cheat or steal to get what we want
I could work, but nobody wants to hire a homeless person
The supervisors truly believed I was bad news
No matter what how hard I try, I was flat broke
I do favors, any favor they want from me
It could be anything, I don’t mind
I don’t care as long I get my high of the day
I want the4 high to get away from being homeless
I felt much better; my nerves won’t be shock
The drugs was my escape from reality
My highlight of the month was my paycheck
My low is by the first week I am flat broke
By Kazz Falcon
I couldn’t find any other job
I shouldn’t let it get to me
I wouldn’t cry over spilt milk
It happens often
By now, I was so used to it
I refused to work for low lives
They abused their powers; they turned me down flat
It burned me that they can’t see pass the speech problem
It was their loss; I could be a great asset
Oh well! Life goes on
Prostitution was the next best thing for me
Any men would pay for me; I have a perfect body
I could charge a bundle; anything goes
I should be careful; they are STD’s
I don’t give a damn, no one ants me
I won’t stop; I need the money no matter what
I was in a tough position; I can’t afford a place
It was rough, the street as my home
I don’t care if I get AIDS
I don’t care if I get kill
I don’t care if I get sick
I don’t care if I die young
Why should I care?
No one does
I tried my best, I failed miserable
I cried every other day, the tears was my blanket
Now, you know, I’m a male prostitute
By Kazz Falcon
She blew right into my life
I knew God sent her my way for a reason
It could be any season
It was spring, a new beginning for everything
It also be a renewal of some sort
I didn’t know what it was yet
Hmm, I see that you already placed your bet
Are you sure about it?
I had a good feeling that I would beat the odds
I sensed something great was about to happen
It could be anything that I set my mind to it
It would be nothing; the kite would never come my way
But the kite did
I kid you not
The lid was opened; I found some paint
I went around in circles; I must focus
Sounds like a great ideal; I became patience quickly
I control the kite in the rough winds
It has written something in the air
“Become the artist you once was.”
I let go of the kite; it disappeared into the skies
The artist reappeared after a long absence
She blew right out of my life
By Kazz Falcon
My owner let me go in the air
Therefore, I was on a private quest for a mission
He won’t miss me; I always come back
I flew to Los Angeles; I was on the right track
I knew I would find him; he was dress in black
He changed over the years, but his heart remained whack
He was lonely and confused; he lost his way
For a long time, he won’t go on living for another day
His heart broken in a million of pieces
He needs something to renew his heart’s desires
The weed wasn’t do him any good
The seed wanted him to grow
He could be anything he wants to be
He should live his dreams; he was quite good
He would be known for his art
He only needs a helping hand
I was the enforcer; I must make it right
He wasn’t happy with his life, he fallen on rough times
Being homeless again was so badly tough
I saw him in the park, crying out loud
I was there for him, trying to fix his life
The seed was planted; I flew back home
By Kazz Falcon
I wrote a poem
I was running late from drunk driving
I arrived one hour late
I survived the traffic on the way
Thank God they took a break
I signed up for Open Mike
Then I realized, “what was I doing?”
I can’t speak in front of them, I wasn’t nervous
I did had the nerves, I just can’t do it
I wasn’t comfortable there
I tried to persuade a friend
He denied me; he believed I could do it
I cried, “How could I do it?”
I was fried at the moment
It was agonizing for me; I couldn’t do it
I wasn’t ready; the drunk driving was awesome
Should I do it? Yes, I should
Could I do it? Yes, I could
Would I do it? Yes, I would
Only if I concentrate on the drunk driving
I know I was the best in my heart
I couldn’t go on with drunk driving
I wasn’t ready of felt comfortable
People wouldn’t understand me
By Kazz Falcon
I almost kill someone in Hollywood
He was in intensive care, barely hanging on
Our futures were at stake; I couldn’t bare the thought
Me, a murderer!
It can’t be, I hope it doesn’t come true
I was a dope for drunk driving
I must cope with the deadly consequences
Trust me, I wished I had a rope
I felt it tightening around my neck
Their hands wouldn’t let go of choking me
I wished I died right along with him
He don’t deserved to die unlike me
I made it out of alive, why couldn’t it be him?
I want to trade places; my guilt may go away
It won’t fade away; I must live with the guilt
The guilt of my actions was too powerful
I still need to face his angry mother
Lots of thoughts races through my mind
What if it didn’t happen?
I would be better off
It could never happen
But it did, I became so drunk
I got in the car from the gay club
I can’t remember a damn thing
All I know, the police took me away for drunk driving
By Kazz Falcon
I just found out that a drunk driver struck my only son
I didn’t like the sound of it
I never thought it would happen to him
I ought to know, drunk driving could happen anywhere
I brought him up to be a happy loving young man
Damn him! He destroyed my son’s future
I couldn’t gasp the thought; he was on his deathbed
He may not make it out alive; I wished the same for him
Better yet, let him rot in jail where he belongs
Hell, no! I would seek the death penalty on his behalf
That would be my ultimate revenge
I was so angry; I couldn’t forgive him
I can’t live on without my only son
He was 16 year old; he had a bright future
Now, his future was taken away from him
He didn’t graduate school or went to collage
How could he live with himself?
He ruined my son’s future
He deserved all the pain in the world unlike my son
My heartbreaks, my son lays there helpless
I couldn’t do a damn thing
Then again, I can start my own MADD in town
It was a positive way to heal this angry mother
By Kazz Falcon
I was helpless; a drunk driver put me in a coma
I couldn’t reach out to my mother
I just can’t do it; I was badly hurt
I felt my mom’s presence; she tried to hold on to me
I melted by her love; she cried that I might die soon
The way my mother carried on, she wants him to fry
With the law on her side, she can’t be deny
I hope I woke up soon; she cares to see my eyes
She wants to look into my eyes
She gently said, “Your mom is here. Everything would be all right!”
I wished I could hear that, I need her love and comfort
Most of all, I need her strength
It might be a tall order; it was worth the shot
The sight of things, I wondered why me
Why do I deserve to be punished like this?
I didn’t do anything wrong, I was one of the nice guys
I don’t know what to make out of it
It couldn’t be a part of God’s plans
God wouldn’t punish the good people in the world
I shouldn’t be angry with God
I know in my heart, something positive would come
My mother and I can’t be negative about it
We need to hold on to our faith in God
I need to hold on to dear life
We need to hold on to each other through thick and thin
By Kazz Falcon
The mother and I met face to face for the first time
I never saw so much anger from a mother before
Her eyes were red shot, so devilish, and steamed
She didn’t hold back, she lashed me with her whip
I felt the hurt; I bashed her son’s future
With her belt, she wanted to strangle me
No man or God could stop her
She was determined to name me pay with the drunk driving
She vowed I would get mine – the death penalty
Gulp! I feared, please not that, I didn’t mean to
Her tears could have flood my jail cell
I won’t be able to get out; I was locked up
I would drown; she wouldn’t care
I didn’t care either
I left her son to die in the street
He was innocence in all of this
I created the mess; I was a drunk driver
I confessed, “I deserved the pain her son got from me.”
She thought I should be the one in the hospital
I ought to; a life hangs in balance
She fought for her son’s life; he needs her strength
She hope she never ever cross path with me
If she does, my life would end with a car
Much like her son’s life may end soon
By Kazz Falcon
It was sad that it led to adoption
I was glad my baby would have a better like without me
It was bittersweet; I can’t see him to grow up
I would miss the joys and pains of parenthood
It could be much better if I stop doing drugs
It should be much easier if I receive hugs
I won’t be able to hug my son
I don’t have the money to raise him
It always goes to drugs; the addiction was too strong
There goes my son’s motherly hugs; it felt empty for long
I was a dope, the drugs were too important than him
I hope to God, he would understand why I gave him up
Maybe, he would never know the truth of me
His new parents nay not tell him at all
They would claim him as their own flesh and blood
I wouldn’t blame them; he was their son now
They can raise him any way they want to
I trust the adoption agency
They must have put him in a wonderful family
That was the only thing I could hope for my son
Damn! I need to stop saying “my son”
It was hard thou, he was a piece of my life
I felt so lonely inside; I want pot to forget about him
It was a good thing I gave him up for adoption
By Kazz Falcon
We wanted a baby so badly. My wife couldn’t have any
We tried so many times in the natural way
She cried, the doctor gave her the bad news
We also got good news; he knew a fabulous adoption agency
He recommends that place too all his patients
She felt she couldn’t dot it
The baby wouldn’t be hers; it was somebody else’s
She wanted her own baby to love and care for
Besides, it may take months or even years
We didn’t have that much time
We were going up in the years; we want a baby now
We stared into each other’s eyes
We dared to admit; we could wait a little longer
We tried for a long time
Couple more months/years would be fine
We prayed that it doesn’t take a long time
We deserved an adoption baby no matter who we are
We had lots of love to show
We had lots of money to raise the baby
We had lots of friends for support
Things couldn’t get any better than that
We want the same experience our lesbian friends had
We could be great parents for an adoption baby
By Kazz Falcon
God has a plan for my speech problem
It came about so that his work might be displaced in me
It was the same thing with the blind man
I became Jesus Christ’s biggest fan
Let put Satan where be belongs – in the can
Set my mind, the artist came within
I met my power; it was an awesome feeling
I can’t get wet; God is behind me 100%
I bet the artist would have influenced in their lives
My safety net was God; he gave me a powerful voice
People should listen to me; I was one of a kind artist
They could get more out of life
I would give them a reason to
They can see themselves in the art
The influence I have over them
They would think twice of the choices
Wink, wink,
I won’t control their lives
Everyone must learn the hard way no matter what
I earned my powerful voice
Hear me in the art; I speak the truth of life
Tear away from your troubles
Clear your mind; think positive thoughts
I sought God’s plan by being a special man
By Kazz Falcon
The homeless situation ticks me off
Why don’t I have the strength to lick it?
I didn’t pick to be homeless again
Sometimes, it was a dick
No matter how hard it is, I want to trick it
Someone came to my rescue in the nick of time
His name was Rick, he was in the same boat
He was a male prostitute, now a successful actor
He offered to take me to his pad
It was tempted; this lad would be in paradise
I couldn’t accept it; I want to make it on my own
I wouldn’t dare to; it was sweet of him
“You shouldn’t be a hooker,” he claimed
“I know I could get something dreadful,” I proclaimed
He remembered the place he used to stay
We raced to La Brea; it could be a way
I faced a uncertain future
It could be a place to get on my feet
I should be able to sleep easy at night
I would be safe from the streets
He offered me a real job if they accept me
I took up on his deal; I got on my knees
God listened to our needs
Being homeless, I was sick & tired
By Kazz Falcon
I walked in the shadow of Jesus Christ
I talked mostly about real life
He made himself known to the world
Just like I did with my poems
He reached out to millions of people
Just like I did with my poems
He healed people with his powers
Just like I did with my poems
He saved millions of people
Just like I did with my poems
He taught about love and compassion
Just like I did with my poems
He preached the truth of life
Just like I did with the poems
He showed the world what he was about
Just like I did with the poems
He didn’t look beyond by some people
Just like I did with the poems
He was turned away from who he was
Just like I did with the poems
He was the one for everyone
I was the one for anybody
We traveled down the same path
We both have insights about the world
Wherever the shadow goes, I followed him
By Kazz Falcon
I heard so much about the shadow
I wanted to be like him
He was mysterious and loved by all
He kept on doing wonderful things throughout the world
I wept, “We need to be more like him”
He was so loving, caring and a sweetheart
Wherever he goes, I followed him
I searched for him everywhere
The places he have been to
No one ever saw him, nor they had a picture of him
I wondered why
I had another question, “Where does he live?”
I continued to search for his home
He didn’t have a phone or address listed
I searched more; he was missing
I gave up on him; I couldn’t find him
I sensed a presence; no one was around
I felt the shadow lurks in the background
He didn’t stay that long; he mysterious disappeared
I saw a description on the wall
“Follow me, I would give you the world again.”
I felt something in my heart
I was melted by the shadow
By Kazz Falcon
The world’s troubles were at my feet
I could see things they couldn’t see
I could feel the pain the didn’t feel
I could hear their voices crying for help
I observed the world in my mind
I served healing
I deserved to be like Jesus Christ
I put the troubles on the table
The troubles comes alive through me
In their eyes, I was Satan
In their flesh, I conflicted pain
With their ears, they were dead to the world
In their hearts, opening the door for Jesus
I saw the pain in their eyes
I felt the pain in the flesh
I heard the pain in the voices
What troubles time we were in
They didn’t understand the troubles
I cried, “I want to stop the pain.”
I walked in the trouble’s shows
I talked for the world’s troubles in my poems