Panama

Always wanted to be a hero

Always hated ground zero

Stuns in puns, ink me le biro (french)

Sona needs her Le-chero

Send Scofield to Panama

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Failure

Failure

'tis a word of a sound with negative allure

If and When happens, it adds some garlic-bittering spice to a cocktail that seemed so pure

Feeling like an illness to which there exists no cure

Shaking even the strong that thought of himself as to a stand(ce); so sure

Failure

Its practical experience, of however crude lustre

Hurts like a lady with bleedily-broken manicure

Feeling the pains of another with infested pedicure

Sad to say to worse pains this is a likely overture

Failure

It comes with power of a similitude as to that a witch did conjure

Thick-black and with such an oppresive power of admirable grandeur

One cannot but wonder of how and when such evil did occur

Or how a singular being, yet human, could such an enormous power procure

Thoughts or victimology of the resultancy, practically too great to endure

Failure

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Truth 'n Youth

I am young

I am sweet

A pleasure to be with

Deep-in-thought

A mind of amazing capacities

On the flipside…

I can be vile

Embittered as bile

I very well can do crime

Cleanse me now by brine

I am young

Endless streams of energy flood my veins

Many before me have come

Many more before me have gone

My youth pants to consume me

These energies; they seek to overwhelm me

My youth, the world can raze

By my energies; earth is set ablaze

Yet…

I am weak

Thus, I reach to you

In my weakness ‘n slender; I surrender

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Things We Do

The things we do

The words in frames we say

The whereabouts we are found at

The gifts, the presents we give and receive

The ones, the moments and more we come to cherish

The what's, why's, how's and where's

Questions that frame us

Competencies ne'er the same for us

Capabilities either neither; none cans't maim us

Our placidity

Our flaccidity

Our frailty

Our divinity; our pew

Our humanity; our hue

Our strength

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Prince With G.O.D.

I once saw a movie

In it, the main act discovered he had cancer of the spine

I watched; scene after scene

As his body cried under restrictive subjection

All owing to the cancerous ailing wallowing in his spine

There once was a period in my life

Pessimism beclouded my judgments

Negativity encompassed my thoughts

Depression had me bound

The days ahead seemed non-existent

Far too many troubles stared me in the face at the then present

Then I came to the turning point

The point when the meaning of my name dawned on me

Of course I always had known this

This was more than different

‘Israel’ - ‘Prince with God’

It finally soaked up every iota of my being

There is no argument against the fact

As far as rendering the very best justice to my heaven-ordained assignment to humanity is concerned

There’s none but this one fellow who’s most suitably capable for the job

I have the support and backing of HIS EXCELLENCY

G.O.D. – Commander-in-Chief of all elements existent, be they physical or metaphysical

HE fabricated every inch of my spine

HE is the author of my end, beginning and prime

Scripture tells me I’m the branch; HE, the vine

And verily all universe knows HE epitomes divine

G.O.D. is for me

Why would any drunken dreamer wanna test me?

Amigos! Me sef wonder oh!

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