PHASES

Time time story never ends,
Time time this poem is just a passing phase,
This phase I slow my pace,
I set the bar high they were dancing to Mahombe,
And I once bled but I past that phase,
So I write "phase" as the ink from my pen fades,
A moment don't last for ages so I won't get frustrated.
This poem took a detour,
This "phases" acting like a tutor,
And these teachings are highly respected like the Buddha,
Same passing phases that make evil shout Hallelujah.
I am a phase,
A thousand stars in the sky where I gaze,
I am not a sheep I lead them as they gaze,
I am beauty with a curse,
That's the same with life-beautiful but a passing phase,
Others are lost in sickness others are "moving graves",
What is beauty when Vanity existeth?
This keyboard I use to write should be my 100th,
This soul that is writing the poem should be a billion years,
And as you read your voice fades in your head,
Now let your problems begin to fade like the ocean's waves.
Time time story never ends,
Time time this poem is just a passing phase,
Am upset!
A whole life that will end some day is so much threats!
Perishable body on my soul is disrespect,
But God is great,
Even though death awaits & this life is a test.
I love my daddy him & I ran through a maze,
Where locked doors became opened doors,
And where opened doors were doors to be closed,
This stuff is a family tree-a thousand stems,
Laughing at my own mind tricks they thought would fade,
But spirits never fade.
There's too much wisdom and talent at the grave,
Rest in pieces egoistic humans your whole lives are a waste.
You can't prove a point to a smart person or else you'd be considered a fool,
Your brains held captive like the lace on my shoe,
If your enemy is a chicken tell them "shoo",
But if life says "shoo" then you are gone for good,
Time time story never ends,
Time time this poem was just a passing phase.