Submissions by MatusMichael

I can't trust...
Am like a flower that grew through crack's of a broken concrete floor...Trust to my body and soul is like seeking safety in a room without a door...

Am mentally blind...
Cause my thought's are darker than a night without star's...and mind is like a prison without bar's...

Everything I touch burns into ashes...
It's like a seed of failure is planted deep into my thought's...and when that seed turns into a tree it bears fruit's of doubt's...

I was born in a graveyard(ghetto)...
It's a place were talent's and ambition's are...

I use to wear a smile on my face...
Now nothing seems fun...
I was the brightest star on earth...
When I use to stand next to the sun...
I was a runner of my own show's...
Now an just other victim on the run...
Word's were my bullet's...
Emotion's my gun...
My body was a holy temple for the most high...
When I use to hold on to a Jesus piece like a Catholic nun..

My knees on the ground wishing and praying religion was love and humanity...

If God is love,then love must be the greatest law and love is greater than Islam and Christianity...

Let us quit with the judging eye's and finger pointing cause no man is perfect and that's a reality...

We are claim to worship a righteous God,but the deeds of our hand's are not defined by purity...

The government spends billion of cash on science project's and greedy powerful men offload drug's in our society...

It's aimless going to the moon while a child...

Talk About Your Degree,Jesus Christ Was The Greatest Teacher Without Education...

That's Why We Don't Need Qualifications To Make It To Salvation...

In The Dark Jesus Christ Gives People Sight,He Is Like Electricity Powering The Nation...

The Teachings Of Christ Are The Bullet's,Love Is Gun And When The Holy Spirit Shoots It's On Point Like A Sniper On A Mission...

Jesus Christ Is My Lawyer And God Is The Judge,I Just Follow In Silence Cause My Life Is Like A Court Session...

Paving The Way To Eternal Life,I Started To Walk Cause Am...

Is my poetic inspiration deep like the book of Revelations in the bible?...
Or just worthless and useless like an empty wine bottle?...
Am giving everything to poetry art like a king giving the keys to all the rooms in his castle...
Consuming myself just to give poetic art's light and sight like a candle...
Am praying and wishing the word's of my poem's connects us like a telephone cable...
Let the word's of my poem's preach spiritual healing like a holy man in the temple...
I stay awake at night trying to lay word's of inspiration and motivation on the...