A young man trying to make sense of life through the act and art of poetry and blogging.. I love jazz but very passionate about dancehall music.. I play the saxophone, chess and dombo drums...I'm deep in faith issues...The Most High is always on my mind though I struggle alot trying to please Him by keeping His commandments and testimonies...I'm very hopeful in this vain life am living...Sickness ... more »
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Isaac 'slimx' Poems
On a windy autumn evening, I wanted a walk, to fill my soul with the pleasures of life, to satisfy my passions and soul desires, cos tomorrow I may die and will be no more.
A place of joy and pleasure, Where pains nor hurts exists, its all over around us, why look for it afar?
You alone can feel my pains, you alone know about my tears, You alone know how I feel, you alone know why I’m vexed, Lord a touch, I pray you give my soul, then I’ll know that all my hurts will dissipate You alone, Lord can really handle it, you alone can sort it out,
Like the beauties of the heavens, we adorned the face of this earth,
It was easy and breezy, nothing sneezy and sleazy where I was living, it was sensational abiding with the sons of God, right there in heavenly places, I used to stay awake listening to sweet lyrics from the Son of dawn (day star) , my heart knew no pain, my soul refreshed daily by his Presence
A dog eat dog world
A dog eat dog world, no other name is better, cuz human rights is a misery, justice for the highest bidder,
Fire! I’m just kidding needed your attention,
Don’t get me started nor take this lightly, Lest you see my lightning flash, I feel energized like a quiver, Darting and flying, striking and shrinking,
It's a matter of time
Your sorrows may not disappear, Still trouble lingers on and on, Success may have elude you, But I say that’s not the end of road,
Amazing disgrace brought amazing grace, For through injustice met out to him, Justification and sanctification is mine, And through His brutal murder without the gate,
The face of Happiness
Happiness is never really seen, Neither can it be measured, Yet it’s a treasure of nature, Free to humanity living in vanity,
Everything may mean nothing, Nothing can be something, Something may be one-thing, One-thing can be all-things,
Up is down
Everyday we wake up, we try our make up, and fail to look up, cuz of bills to pay up.
I don't know why
I don’t know why, please tell me why, Babies are being born upon the legs of girls that give no crap about their welfare, or wellbeing, yet millions are barren, longing for their little ones,
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On a windy autumn evening, I wanted a walk,
to fill my soul with the pleasures of life,
to satisfy my passions and soul desires,
cos tomorrow I may die and will be no more.
I made the move and there I went,
at a corner in groove, I met a man,
a frail looking old man with fire in his eyes
who promise me some fun fill time with
stories from ancient times.
The old man’s stories were filled with fun,
it gripped my soul and took my breathe away,
I wanted more but had to leave,
cos darkness had come and the stars were rising.
Come to my ...