~My poems~

Some times when you are feeling down
 One of my funny poems can make you smile
 And thought it would not solve the problem
 But it can make you forget about it for a while

My poems are not plan to be written before
 For I don’t know what next poem I will write
 Sometimes when my poems come to me
 I will be typing in the middle of the night

These poems will comes to me at any time
 And it will remain there in my brain
 And as soon as I write a poem
 A next one will come and stay there again

My poems are about many different topics
 Love, happiness. Heart breaks and sadness to
 Some of my poems can be so realistic
 That many will ask me “is that about you”

Some of my poems can make you cry
 Like the one for my mother “mom I love you
 I write about my grandmother and father
 Brothers and the Ishmael family too

My poems can make you laughter and tears
 And it can also put you in a happy mood
 And it can make you feel to go Trinidad right now
 When I write about “Naz cuisine and its tasty foods

I put my heart and soul into my poems
 So that it can relate to every one
 Some times it’s appreciated and times its not
 But still my pens keep writing on

I am just a simple man with a pen
 Writing about the amazing feeling of true love
 And how a man must love and cherish his woman
 Treat her like she’s an angel from above

Then I write about being hurt and heart broken
 And about long distance love affairs
 Some are true and inspirational poem
 About living in a world where no one cares

Some times I see a picture and it tells a story
 I don’t get to choose what I will write next
 It helps me to keep on writing
 When my life becomes a little complex

I can feel lost and disorientated
 Without a pen and some paper in my hand
 So my poems are like my only friend
 Without it I will am a sad and lonely man

I believe that when a man loves a woman
 She becomes his life his heart his soul
 And he must love honor and cherish her
 Like she’s the most precious treasure in the world

The woman who I give my heart to
 She own it till the end of all time
 And the sad part about it is
 I don’t if she will ever be mines

It’s all in gods hand, he controls it
 So I just have to squeeze my heart and wait
 Some times in life you get to the dinner table
 But got to have some patience for the plate

My poems my life my destiny
 They all have one thing in common to understand
 They belongs to a man alone in the dark
 With a pen and paper in his hands