Stuck In Hell But Trying To Reach Heaven

For those of you that don’t know, I will be constantly be uploading posts because I am almost to the point where I am ready to take a break from writing poetry. I will be taking a very long hiatus, probably a few years. Once I reach my 300th post, I will be moving on to branch out. Either I will be trying to publish my poems or travel around the world doing spoken word. Please read What Is My Next Plan After Blogging? to get a full understanding.

A question for you to think about,

It’s in the bible that God can heal a broken heart. I also been told wounds heal with time. Now we all heal differently at different times. A few may not heal at all. Now for somebody doesn’t believe in God, is time guaranteed to heal his/her heart?


The dark man
ha an amazing body but ashamed
of his name
The dark man 
smile but suffer from headaches 
because of hunger pains
The dark man 
has reached the age of thirty 
but yet, feels wrinkles on his face 
The dark man 
chooses to eat healthy 
but his heart is in bad shape.
The dark man 
remembers he has to  breathe 
but the cells are dying in his brain
The dark man 
patiently waits for sunshine 
while being swamped in the rain.
The dark man 
drives on the road of hell 
to seek heaven to see his wife again

What Comes To Mind When You Hear “We Got All The Time In The World?”

Zone out thinking is there a heaven or hell?
Face expressions appear to be under a spell?
Thoughts loud like a Japan peace bell
but this thought isn’t a bombshell
so this type of thought, I hear it well.
Life after death, ever wonder what’s in store for
Souls that are with us in sprirt can’t speak or talk.
A after life after we die and what do I picture when I close my eyes?
God and angels in the clouds.
A marvelous place but wondering why such a small crowd?
Angels cover me, protecting my body like a towel.
A “Welcome Home Invitation” I received.
“Don’t be nervous” a mighty voice soothes me.
I respond “Indeed” and began to dwell in peace.
Like sperm cells, thoughts appear more than one at time
and each one is uniquely defined
and this next thought of mine is horrific like a rape crime.
A after life after we die and what do I picture when I close my eyes?
Lucifer, and demons seem to be aroused
as my soul falls to 50 billion light year
below the ground.
A undesirable place to be but why is there such a large crowd?
Demons used pitch forks, picking at my body
which leads to leaking
of blood from stab wounds all over my body.
A “Your Soul Is Mine” echoes loud in this place which is 100 times hotter than a volcano.
“Down here your soul is worthless” a bloodcurdling voice talks
and becuase of the heat from the fire,
my head twist and twirl like a tornado.
I respond ” Away from me Satan! For it is writ”

but I don’t complete my sentence as demons play tug of war with my body then drag me
to be devoured by the red dragon.
I share with you all my thoughts patterns.
On earth we are only visitors.
Life is really a dream world
So next time you rushing and make a mistake
and someone patient says
“Relax we got all the time in the world”
always remember the words written in this poem.


I dedicate this post to ~Just Me ~. She is a blogger that requested me to write a poem on reverence in the comment section of my Magic Spell post. If she is reading this, I just want to let you know that  I dedicate this poem to you and it was a pleasure writing this poem for you and I hope you enjoy the message and the pictures in this poem.


Lonely in my room
with lovely taste
of healthy food
and the clouds
turn gray at noon
as I open up the window
in my apartment room
and looked below
and the music echoes
and I hear a voice
and it’s you.


The lyrics are beautiful
and I don’t have
the heart
that you do.
Died before 27
but as you look
down from heaven
I represent
your legacy
and it’s not
a question
on your birth date
I take a personal day
from work
and celebrate it
but in privacy.
Truth hurts
so on your death day
I was a hamster
trapped in a mase
because I no longer
had an escape
since your words
was my escape
from me thinking
thoughts of hate
of myself.
Without me asking
Your shared you wealth
when I was in need of help.
You taught me
not to hate
and you always
predicated your fate
You was a prophet
and I use to tease you
Called you the modern day
For every dark night I had
you made the next day
you was my night light.

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you made me feel like
a kite.
You held me and kept me balance
helping me to fly

giving me the confidence like
Michael Jordan

and I’m scoring
every basket
until they close my casket.
When one day when
they close my casket
I will be glad to
Rejoice with you
in heaven.




For those of you that are curious about what’s my next blog is on, tomorrow I will be posting some more questions on my next post and for those of you that like questions where you have to think then tomorrow I will give you something to look forward to

Comment below and answer these questions

1.Is there anybody right now that is no longer with you that you think about everyday?

2. Who is your role model?

3.  What is your favorite holiday?

4. Is there anybody in your life that makes you feel like you can fly?

5. Is there any song that brings you tears of joy?