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.