Perfect imperfection

We all strive for perfection,
Casting aside all our emotions,
What has made us this way?
Must be judgement i have to say

Darn fools try to make things perfect,
What use is it when it's impossible,
Cause we all live in a cursed world,
Darn fools are all just being insects

Babies that are genetically modified,
It is not God's way of planning it,
Can't they see,
See that perfection is just right in front,
But they are blinded from the truth

Others suffer their consequence,
It's not fair you say?
God has his way of setting things into play,
So wait my son,
And let not suffer dismay

Letting go is easy

You might be saying that i know nothing in life when i made that statement but let me ask you a few questions before bombarding me with you questions and criticism.Why do you say that letting go is hard?It is as easy as letting go of the anger you have towards a family member but why is letting go of somebody so much harder than that?It's memories.Memories of pain,memories of joy,memories of rejection most of all memories that made who you are today.What?Memories that made me?You must be joking.Well no i am not,imagine your world without a specific someone,EMPTY i suppose?So my challenge on this short post is to let go and let the memories stay as memories and look to the future rather than just crying over split milk

Walls that all people has

Thick walls,tall walls,long walls
All are the same,they are walls,
NO,i am not talking about ice creams,
I am talking about real walls

All walls are the same,
They block you from getting you cream,
My friends think i am lame,
Just cause i have a different Dream

This wall i am talking about,
It isn't physical,
But it lies inside all of us,
A wall that we created for people and us

Hate,hurt,discrimination despair,
We hurt and get hurt by this walls we set up,
So now my freinds why not we wake up,
To stop this vicious cycle,
To let love in to tear down these walls

I am lost in a game they called life

Life we call it,
A GAME they name it,
Our lifetime we spend on it,
Yet nothing to the grave with it

What is important in this Game,
That could drive us creatures Insane?
Covet,Greed,lust?
Or is it us just wanting to be loved?

In this Game,It has become a maze,
A maze that i was lost in the begining,
Lost in the maze of life
Without our bringer of life

Then i stopped to say a simple prayer,
On bended knees with a open heart,
Knowing that it will be like this,
If i don't say this simple words

I am lost in this game they called life,
Please be my life

Passion with God

What do you love doing?Sports?Arts?Writing?E-sports?Singing?Why do we do this kind of things even though we know that there are other important things to do?Cause all of us have a common trait and it is called passion.Without this we would have given up a long time ago.We would want to be the best at what we do.Needless to say,at trying to become the best,we have to sacrifice a lot of other things.What sacrifices u ask?Lets take a look,sleep perhaps?Time for enjoyment?Childhood for some in hopes that they will become famous one day?All this things are useless if you doing this on your own because your accomplishment means nothing if you don't have God.He gave us the talent not to make yourself above others but to share his word with others to the ones who havent heard if Him before.

Racism

The world is judging,
Judging by the colour,
What colour you may be asking,
The colour of our skins,
The same colour blood flows through our veins

Seats giving to the undeserving,
Authority granted to the unworthy,
Are they really that deserving,
Or is it the pride for your colour of your skin?
The same colour blood flows through our skin

Banana,white,black
Why cant u just hold back your attacks?
Why cant we be all equalls,
To prevent a war of civils,
The same colour blood flows through our veins

I want you damn fools to be colour blind,
I want this world to be a heaven to abide,
All this time it was pride that took control,
So why not let love in and let it have its will,
The same colour blood flows through our veins

A teardrop of sorrow flows through my eyes

Why have you got to do this to me?
To what you once called your brothers and sisters,
Betrayal,Backstabing,Gossiping,LIES,
A teardrop of sorrow flows through my eyes

You no left me with nothing,
Nothing to lean back on,
What better are you than a bastard,
That feeds off peoples turd,
Another day passes by,
A teardrop of sorrow flows through my eyes

It is not too late 'brother',
To take back what you once held so dear,
What happened to our promise,
Or does it end like this?
A teardrop of sorrow flows through my eyes

End like how you ask me?
End like a rose trampled by you,
Only to know that it wasnt accidental,
But intent to kill me from the front,
A teardrop of sorry flows through my eyes,

I was a fool to had trusted you,
A title of 'brother' in which you were not worthy to hold,
My ambitions,dreams,desire and goals i told you,
I guess that does not matter now,does it?
A teardrop if ire now feels my soul