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A Wounded Heart

It’s like a room you sweep and can never get all the dirt out.
Like an important message you can never understand, no matter how loud they shout.
It’s like life that repeats itself over and over again,
When it’s wounded there is no cure.
So why would you want to see it through to the end.

Like a scar you can barely see but you know that it’s there. 
Like the memories you forgot yet scared to search elsewhere.
Some say it heals in time, I say no, for it never leaves the mind. 
We yearn for happiness and rob ourselves blind,
you compromise and displease yourself to give a peace of mind,
and the moment something arises they neglect all the signs.

It’s like a race you start and can never complete.
It’s like walking into fire but you can’t even see it.
Everyone has a different story or a different blend, 
but when something is broken, how can it be mend again?

 I should’ve seen that you were trouble right from the start. 
I’ve learned so many lessons. Like never to mess with a broken heart,
A future that bares the past requires much more than faith.
A heart that was once broken is fragile and is easier to break.


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Life's many Changes

              It's funny how everything turns around, travels faster than the speed of sound.
        how easy we forget the things that matters the most; from every nation to every coast
                       everyone from all ages are in tune to life's many changes.


            It's funny that there's no love anymore and if you do find love after sometime all that love is out the door, it's no pointing of the fingers it just ranges all because of life's many changes. It's strange how you can say one thing and it means another; like "i am here" yet the heart says its a bother.

            It's funny that you feel free, no slave masters, no bars and no chain,
               you are no one's prisoner but you can never free your brain.
our past teaches us how to embrace the future but what is the future when life is a cycle.
   Everything in stages nothing is the same when you turn the pages.
                      All you see is life and it's many changes.


        You will learn and not understand, you will gain and also lose at the sametime
you can be certain and at the same time be filled with doubt, words are effective in actions never when you shout. Sometimes it is in the wrong that we find solutions, there are times when mistakes must be many to arrive at a conclusion. peace is for the peacemaker and animals are for cages it does not matter where you are or who you are life will include you in its many many changes.

                      Blueprint is to plans as budget is to finance.
                      Water is to life as accidents are to rages.
                      People are to mistakes as life is to changes.
                      It's no mystery, its just life and its many changes.


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Conflict

Some say “it’s better to have love and lost than never love at all”
They also say “if it was meant to be it will come right back to you”
I say “love is the enemy the silent destroyer and not to be underestimated”
It is the ruler of your brain and the master of your heart 

Anything lost should remain lost; if its possession was of any worth it would 
not be neglected
Nothing is meant to be if it was not carved in stone, our future is mold by our 
choices.
Never get emotionally attach to anything /any one you cannot see yourself 
without.
For life is a journey and understanding should not compliment doubt.

Some say “never to burn your bridges behind you”
They also say “you cannot know the future without knowing your past”
I say “knowing your history is one thing but the future still remains a mystery.
 Some bridges are made to be burned while some weren’t strong enough to 
last
Not everyone that gives a helping hand has a good intention
Your friend could be as close as your brother but behind his aid manifest 
deception

“No man is an island and no man stands alone”, I remember this well.
Who made this phrase up, what do they mean and on what aspect? Please do 
tell.
Unity is strength I know this to be true and still what was made a whole can be 
broken in two
I say “anything you can’t do by your self leave it alone and be very careful not 
to make ones burden your own.


Some say “the youths have no hope for the future”
Yet what hope does the future provide for the youths?
And what’s the sense of being direct if it’s not all the truth?
Also what good is an opinion now if you chose to be mute?


I say “youths make use of your prime”
And ensure that you’re being paid for your time.
Never expect people to tell you the truth,
It would be a bonus if they do
People will say what they want also do what they want 
So I say, time is money so when you talk be quick
And when you come with your ideology or your tricks 
Come prepared for a conflict


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I am

I am who I am not because you think I am.
I am who I am because you say I am.
Your words do not define me, it only motivates me to be different.
There was a time your actions would infuriate me,
suddenly my actions is all you see.


I will do what I must than to be a burden,
for people are nice to your face and devious behind curtain.
If I am silent then I have nothing to say,
I've learned well the formula for trouble 
also how to detect when discussions go astray.


I will share with world though some things I hide,
like why am I the Black sheep, Z' Traveler and why I hold them with pride.
My memories are misery it's almost a strain,
My past lets me forget nothing especially the pain.


If I am not too forthcoming then you need a new plan,
for skeptic and distant is definitely my intention.
There are times I think that I am the only one 
but the years made me strong and I say thanks to you,
for it is you who made me who I am.


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Outside

Little girl tell the world why you cry.
Is it that your father is the molester and your mother hides his lies?
So why should I believe you, when the world has it your spoiled?
All over the community running wild
But no one would believe her all they see is the outside.

She's trap; she hates, she loves, she love, she hates the ones that gave her birth.
she despise the love she's given for it lets her feel like dirt.
She speaks but no one hears, she cries still no one cares,
yet whenever she runs away to be free like the wind, 
they see, they criticize, they say all kind of things.

She sleep, she wakes, she wakes, she sleep just to confirm she's dreaming 
but the reality is too perfect for the neighbors so they ignore the screaming. 
"So why should I be different from my neighbors it's not like being concern 
will get me any favours?
Furthermore I only show compassion when I am in the mood,
I would prefer to draw my assumption and say that girl is rude".

She has loving parents is what they see.
They see the house, the car and say "that should be me".
They say "she's ungrateful what else could she want, the things they would do if they had the chance"
but the perfect world is in our minds, her reality is crappy though everything looks fine
but no one would believe her so she's learning how to adjust one day at a time.

She's locked in her room with nowhere to hide.
She entertains herself for her imagination is wide.
She brace herself for the nightmare hoping it would slide
and anticipate the second she goes back outside.


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Mark

What makes you who you are, is it your name?
and if you could change who you are who would you be,
Also what would be the same? 
Does your age defines you, how would you define your age?
Some waste years searching for the perfect one 
and yet here's the question, have you found you?

It's like a man being employed for the first time
before he had his entire goals set in mind 
then suddenly the vision of the company became his own at the finish line 
Does the color of your skin says dumb, weak or swine?
Does your color means to achieve, you must be a slave at some point in time 

Why should I stay on crooked and cut straight 
when we share the same heroes that shared the same faith?
Equal rights and justice for everyone was their cause.
Nowadays you have to know someone to get a helping hand 
just because.
We say the children are for tomorrow and it's so hard to believe 
if there's nothing for them now then tomorrow what will they receive?
Only you can change things but it starts with your heart
every journey has a end behind every start
and whatever you choose to do will determine your mark.


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People

Some say that people has no effect on who they are,
well allow me to take you to another degree without the support of a college degree.
I see the world in colors that means everything plays its role
including the smallest flowers .

In order to be different you would need to compare,
now what would you be different from if there's no one there?
It is the actions of people, they're ways of thinking and they're where about
that lets us examine our inside out.
It is their achievements and their flaws that gives our reality an abrupt pause.
You're made by God some would argue, yet all decisions are made by you.

It's because of  people why you don't give loosely.
It's because of people why you can't go astray.
They're also the reason why you have to watch what you say.
It's because of people why you choose your friends 
and  also why some rules you don't bend.

People play a vital role even more than you know.
Some are made to bring us down while some are just to see us grow
and if I did not believe this.
Then words such as Intimidate, Inspire, motivate and Influence would never exist. 


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Metaphors

It's like a vase you had but sorry that you bought.
Like behaving as if you know, when it's so far from what you thought.
Some will despise the truth no matter the cost,
while some prefer to be ignorant than to admit they're lost.
Now life becomes easy with limited ways to earn.
Suddenly people change to crazy with unlimited ways to turn.
 
 
Listen carefully and go slow when you read.
Strive for the whole suitcase and not only what you need.
Though I care not for tomorrow It never troubles me to  stay
that I'll be down by the river if I am unable to find my way.
So close to the end yet so much distance to the truth,
 that time is a thief it takes everything even your youth.
 
 
"More dogs than bone", that's the term,
"Many rivers to cross" for some just don't learn.
It must be done for it only takes one
Some things are pointless if some things aren't won.
Priority is key;
So what cant you bare to see?
 
 
Desperate times, so speak no evil.
Information is value, so be cautious with people.
When the doors are close your unable to see
that everything has a price including the tree.
My words are perplex of this I am sure
But  the odds can never be against us
if we're using metaphors.
 
  written by: Germaine Thompson aka  Z' Traveler


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Independently

My people, for too long we have been moving  as a nation Independently,
so much so that our girls have become prostitutes and our youths have turned to crime.
The cost of living is high while the value of life has declined.
Now I could tell you what I am about but you've not gone deaf,
only gone blind.
Don't you see that to manipulate and kill each other is no way to achieve?
still others have done this so why must you believe?
 
 
"Each one, teach one, give a man a helping hand" .
Was this just a slogan or did I interpret it wrong?
We are God's people and we survive through his grace,
disregarding our race this is what I know.
So why do our men criticize and chastise our sisters
because she does not respond to a "Hi, Psst  and  hello"
 
 
And women why is your worth measured on a piece of paper?
Yourself respect and pride all set aside for later.
When you were born queens of the earth,
the very essence of life is what you give.
You need not money to define your worth
and I am not trying to tell you how to live
but for too long we have been doing it alone and I think it's time
we unite for under God we're all one family
and we've already tried it independently.
 
 
written by: Germaine Thompson


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Z' Traveler

I am Z' Traveler and this is my story.
I walk this earth alone so I have no one to worry,
I say, do and go wherever I please.
I am obligated to nothing or no one nor are they to me.
Now some would say that I am selfish or even call me tha worse
but I am Z' Traveler and this is my blessing and also my curse.
Throughout my journey I hurt a lot.
My smiles are hard and my laughs are fake,
I yearn to unload my burden but time says wait.
I have no one to depend on while you can depend on me,
to grant your every wish and keep it moving for that's my destiny
My journey has no aim so I don't know where to go,
I must keep it moving that's all I know.
I do not know what it's like to be loved,
I only know what it's supposed to be.
but my journey has never been kind
so that's only a word that comes across my mind.
With you, time will allow me to linger
but I must be ready to leave by the snap of the finger.
Now some would say that I have issues or I need the lord, 
so I should consider church.
Honestly maybe I have or maybe I should which ever works.
It all boils down to I am Z' Traveler and even when I try so hard not to obey
it is my blessing also my curse and there's nothing more I can say.