The Garden

Tell me what makes you angry  What  ails you ? What aches you deeply ?  Tell me what makes you noisy  What makes you burst into flames? What makes you boil to 100 degree?  It might be someone, something or a situation  It might be something that you sense or simply a conversation  However , are you angry at the right thing?  Is it worth it to get angry at the things that happened here on Earth ?  Here comes wisdom : Get angry at things that are not of this world  Be furious with vices and abominations  Pour  your  wrath in the dark realm  Spit fire  on evil and do not compromise  Burst into flames when you're faced with lies  Be noisy when you hear the word of the unwise  Otherwise, do not show anger  Keep your cool , my dear brother or sister  It might hurt but is it worth it to show your anger ?  It might ache but should you really show your furor ? by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein.

You've changed everything about yourself  You've put  another book in the  shelf  Where is the beautiful dark cover ?  What about the golden letters that were written on it?  I remember  the tenderness was like sheep hair   The pages told a story of strength and  honor  The chapters told a story of a great African empire But now, there is another book in the shelf  It is beige , it is not dark  It's not sheep hair , it is goat hair  It is not black skin, it is white skin  It is not African , it is European  Where is my beautiful dark cover ?  Where are the golden letters? by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein.

You've heard before  It might have knocked at your mental door  You've thought about it before  It might have hurt your heart to the core  In this black world , realm of African descent  There are  those who love  There are those who are gentle like dove  They care , cherish, help and support  They raise , heal, nourish and comfort  Yeah I tell thee , there is a black realm of hope, love and charity  A realm of  togetherness , humility and verity We call them  the black Angels  On the other side , there is a realm of cruelty  A realm of selfishness and stupidity  They destroy in  jealousy  They can't see pass their anger and immorality  They are the sons of their father the Devil  They  seek to destroy what they do not understand  They mock everything good and kill the righteous Angels  There are countless number of black Angels getting killed by black demons  Yet the media focus only on white demons  Maybe God is the only one who will defend us  May he who is a black angel

I am the spaceman  I traveled through galaxies looking for alien lives  My crew and I were in a ship that landed in an  inhabitable planet  When we arrive there  There was no one except a creature  The creature had a face of angel  A body of perfection  A soul of enlightenment  She took me and showed me a river of living water  She grabbed me  and said : " you're gonna be my spaceman  Yeah you're gonna be my lover  My only lover and traveler  We will have little spacemen and spacewomen in your ship  For I'm the spacewoman And you are my spaceman." by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein.

Sweet , sweet dim light  You keep flashing my eyes  Is it getting dark ?  Or is it  gonna be bright ?  Turn it from the side  Or push left or right  Sweet , sweet dim light  Will you  ever decide ?  Should I stay or should die? Will you kill me tonight ?  Pleasure or torment  Virtue or vice  All in all is maybe all  Are you ignoring the call ?  Give me a path to take  Daylight or night  Cut the string from the flying kite Let it go like dynamite  Let it go in spite  Sweet , sweet dim light  Will I escape the flight  Should I hide or should I fight ?  Should I wake up tonight ?  Sweet , sweet dim light  This has always been our lives by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein.

It was morning when she called me  Insomnia and nightmare exhausted me But  her words through the phone gave me energy  She  awakens everything that was asleep in me  Hence , she is my sweet morning coffee  She came prepared in her dark shiny skin  Hot  and smooth in an eternal cup  I'm ready to sip my sweet coffee  The taste travels through my neurons  It gives  the strength of millions  I can stay up all day , after I drink my morning coffee  I'm invincible and unstoppable  After she boosts my energy  I'm immovable and untouchable  After I drink my morning coffee  I'll end this poem sipping in my morning coffee by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein.