GREAT MEN !

Great men are made.
Crushed against stone and washed up clean by water till they become gems.

We are great.

We have begun our journeys to fulfill our dreams and change the world.
We have withstood the trials and hurdled all obstacles in our way.
We persevere. 

We are great.

Learning each day who we truly are,
looking back and seeing just how far we are
into this land of uncertainty and fear.
Hoping that soon we will get there.

We are great.

Men of honor, skill and valor.
Brave men who will stand for what they believe and fall for nothing.
Men who love life and live love.
Men who are and will always be nothing but great.

We are them.

Those who the weak look up to to protect them.
We speak for the mute and listen to the cries of those who hurt.
Those who aren't us.

Where they want to walk we fly with them.
where they need to believe we give them faith.
Where they thirst we flood them with knowledge and strength.

We are great.

We were not born this way.
We evolved into hero's.
We are all falling through life and some of us have no choice but to fly.

For our own sakes and for the sakes of those who cannot believe . I believe
For your sake and the times you break down and cry, I am a your hero.

For you because of us , I am GREAT !

.................Great men are never born.........They are MADE !! 

Drowning in her essence............Secret Admirer 4

I feel I'm under when I read your words.
I feel overwhelmed and overtaken by a being that crushes all my defenses.
I feel your presence.

With each word I feel your skin on mine,
with each picture you paint in my mind I hear your sweet voice
call my name so vividly its almost a delusion.
I feel your essence.

Dripping with desirous thoughts of you
I hear my footsteps drenched in want and lust.
I can barely move.

The chill of my intentions slowly climbs up my thighs and
with each inch gained I feel you more and more.....
I'm hot.

I want it to stop but the cold
soothes my eagerness to run away 
afraid you exist only in my head.
I'm being consumed by your words.

Why do you do this?
Why me? Why am I here now. 
In your life, on your mind.

Why am I the one that
you satisfy with each comment of praise? 

You've taken me to depths
unforeseen in a subtle and loving way
and now you flood me with so much emotion
that i cannot escape.

I am afraid that you will become my everything.
I am afraid we will become one.
Mind, body and soul.

If I die, i know I will surely live on in your words.
Save me......someone save me.....

I'm drowning in her essence.

Emotions in Ink....(Secret admirer 3)

She reaches for me through each word and emotion unsaid.
Her thoughts are felt with each word thats read.

She's the mystery that subdues all my misery
the cure for all that weakens me.

Its real, She exists and is here she is
in these words that she writes so I feel its real.

I want her right here to make her complete
to dot all her i's and cross all her t's
to hold her close and kiss her sweet lips
and not imagine her moans
should are physiques meet

Its bold to want what you do not know.

But whats bolder is to write your emotions
to a man unknown.

To tell him that he is all that you need
a King whose call you would gladly please,
thats she.

The queen that casts a shadow of the pleasures i seek
the breeze of the emotions that leak,
through these words that I speak

If only I knew her name................
She would be more that just a friend

If only I knew who was She
She'd surely be here laying next to me............

Who are you............?

This is the truth.......

Truth be told........
I see the moon above looking down 
searching for love in a love lost town
like a king wearing no crown 
the stars hailing in praises 
like a million virgins with angelic faces
as the essence of life on Earth slowly and surely is faded.

We are nothing without emotion our reasons, the hidden motives
Why it was, how, where, and when we gave our devotions. 
The World is moving fast and its a pity we cant feel the motion. 

More truth to be told.........

Truth be told.......
I thought I'd be the first one to sell my soul
to the Devil for wisdom, strength and gold. 
But lo' and behold. I stood strong and I've taken control
I got some love in my heart that I aint ever gon' let go.
I resort to these words and this gift of an awesome flow 
to express the extent to which i feel unwhole or whole
whichever way my knees bend down to the Lord.
Praying and begging him..........God !
Lift me up, take me high above........the clouds
to the heavens were angles sing out loud
with praise and hymns
Blessed in the presence of HIM.
Bless me Lord; bless me now in the flesh and the skin
Soul and mind, body and all cos I love you GOD !!

Truth be told...........

Theses economic situations got us facing deprivations
bad relations causing degradations deep within our nations
leaders shaking while debating with their councils on the actions to be taken
We can't do this no more; we don't need to be solving problems unless we make them.

Our needs are basic but we lack the strength and truth to face em'
we raced and embraced a different culture now we call them racist?
Man lets face it; our ignorance did more harm than the slave ships
now we down in the shadows racing and pacing trying to find a way out from the this basement but we just heading straight to the gallows.

I speak from the depth of my heart; never shallow.
I seen it with my own eyes. Till they were red and infected like Apollo 
Tears cried till the ducts dried cos aint nothing left to be swallowed
fears rise when the clock strikes its another day; more life to be borrowed.................................................

An angel sacrifice

Cast out of stone
given the purpose of an impeccable soul
guarding and guiding believers 
raining blessings upon them and making them whole.

An expressionless face
standing the test of every emotion and space
time itself couldn't change his heavenly state.

The definition of life. 
This is the face of perfection.
Staring into the future in a sober hearts reflection.
taking every second as an unmissable lesson.

He is what we can't be.
He is pure of heart and pure in mind.
Sacrificing all of his being
for yours and mine.

Why................

Why do we allow him our tears to cry?
why do our burdens clip down his wings so he cant fly?

Why...............

Why is his peace and joy now yours and mine
Why do we take his words and leave him with just a sigh

Why..............

Sulla traversa ( On the Cross )

You came to be an ordinary Man.
To feel my pain and share my wine 
and die for all the sins that are mine.

From a humble birth through a modest life
you walked in the light of the things that we're right.
You led the way then as you lead it today.

Do they follow? That answer I shall not say.

The world is dark and filled with pain
your children are hurting as the evil rains
They cower and shake and embrace their "fates"
forgetting their freedom is only as real as their faith.

Belief is gone, both the weak and the strong 
have no essence, no care, the greed has won.

The evil reigns supreme in this world now.
I fear that soon what you died for will all be gone......how?

I wonder why..........
Why it is they cant remember why you came here before?
Why they wept as the strikes bled you dry on the floor?
Why they cried as you sacrified and took their place
when they were too weak to embrace their own miserable fates?

I wonder if.......
If maybe they dont understand your love.
If maybe their faith is lost in God up above.

I wonder when....
When you will come here and be a man once again
and make things better and answer all our prayers.

I am one just like them and I cant understand.
I am weak but like I said......I am only a man.

I try to be steadfast and pray but i only slip.
I rise in the name of Christ but fall in the name of sin.

In my tears i see the reflection of a selfish being.
I want it all and that desire is what willl shatter it all from within.

I fear unless you die once again on the cross............
Your children will push your sacrifice to a loss.

My faith in God is as solid as a Rock.
But my faith in Man is honestly not.....

God save us !

Secret admirer........2

Her name rolled of my tongue leaving my lips perked to feel hers.
What was there to say? It wasn't to be that a man who had nothing but his words would find consult in the arms of a woman who's mind was fertile and ready to embrace a future of happiness and love.

I know you not, not more than this page you're viewing right this moment.
But i know you're smiling...........now laughing........and now wondering why?

The answer to that why is the fact that people will always find each other whether they intend to or not. Like minds will always find a way. 

You appreciated me, my art.
You shared your ideas, thoughts and hopes.
What is to say there is more to friendship than that. 
You are my friend, and I am your poet.

The painter of beautiful portraits in your mind with words. 
The architect that builds up your imagination to the extent that your perception of me is....breathless.

Deep. I may be. But thats only a phrase.
True. You definitely are right. I am deep.

Keep in touch and never doubt the two things that will always be with you throughout your life. Your heart and your mind. 

Secret admirer......1

I now truly know the power of words.
she spoke to my heart and pleased my flesh.

I'm surprised that the passion of words has grown
from a chick to an eagle, her words had flown.

I wonder what hearts would say if they could,
what words they'd share, what love, what looks.

I marvel the beauty she shows to my heart but
I'm amazed and I wonder if our words can stay apart.

Mr. Poet,the name she gently bestowed, on a humble wordsmith sent a ripple through my soul.

Truth be told, her beauty is bold. She being you and her beauty her soul.

I paused, smiled, glanced and wondered how powerful the words had now become. 

If only I knew her name
This day would not turn out as it begun.
And we would never again be the same.

Kiss her lips dry.........

Time seized as they're lips met.
The sensation was undescribable.

He held her waist and drew her being closer to his.
They're hearts could be heard pounding in the moonlight 
as their bodies prepared to embrace the madness of lust.

He looked into her eyes and said nothing, he smiled knowing very well She blonged to another.
Her face was static and had nothing but the look of want and confusion.
She wanted to be taken, she needed to be satisfied. Was this the way? 

That answer She didn't care to know. 
All She wanted was him inside her, all of him !
Doing what no other man could.

He grasped her breasts and pleasured them as though
it was the last thing he had to live for. 
He teased and caressed them with firm 
grip and gentle motion. 

It was as though he was desperate but still patient enough to allow her to indulge.
He kissed her neck as she grasped onto the back of his neck and moaned so softly. 

Every part of her body was hot and bothered.
Her peaks were wet and wanting. 
She had lost all control of herslef.

She was his for the taking.
He knew this. He wasn't going to fail.
He had a plan.

He kissed up to her ears and worked gently along the lobes
driving her insane with the cold warm feel of his tongue on her skin.
Her eyes rolled back as she experienced pleasure at its best.

He paid no attention to himself, it was as though he didn't want her, yet he wanted to please her. He looked her in the eye, kissed her lips softly and asked......

: "Are you ready"

Her eyes grew large as she thought of an answer.
He paused for a second and unleashed onto her.

Before she could think what to say,
She was on the bed, legs spread open to his warm lips.
It was unbelievable, She leaned to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

He looked up at her and let off a sinister smile.
His lips met hers wet and all her senses rushed to the warm gap inbetween her legs.
She was in paradise.

His tongue stroked, his lips kissed and sucked as though He knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. She tried to speak but failed to only moans and groans.

His focus marveled her understanding.
His restraint thrilled her body.
His expertise blew her mind and made her legs weak.

He went on and on, kissing her lips while he cupped her breasts,
stroking and teasing till she exploded.

He didn't stop, even as she screamed in pleasure.
He paused, look her in the eye and continued to kiss her lips dry...............

Alone

Sometimes only alone can you survive
When the cold has made your skin hard and the pain has made you numb.
Then you become strong.

Sometimes only alone will you strive
To reach out into the world and get what was destined to be yours.
Then you will belong.

Find your patch and plant your seed.
The seed of ambition and desire not greed.

Grow on your own.
Survive at all cost, use your options wisely.
Never choose loss.

The greedy will fight but die and you will remain, just as you set out, Alone.
The same.

Deviant

The dead dreams of her children are scattered across the face of Mother Africa.
Time sits with her and they remember when the dreams had the strength to survive.
She once had son's and daughters who lived to please her, now they are dead. 
Gone. 

She is sad and deserted. 
She feels like she's being left to grow barren.
Her children are afraid to dream. 
Those who do are afraid to work and live for they're dreams.
They have become Zombies.
Drones in the colony of humanity. 

Now they are blinded by the "world" .
This place where everything is "simple"...or so it seems?

There is a structure that has failed but we are failing to accept it.
We keep steady on the road our parents parents parents took knowing the road is not the same.

The road has grown rocky and bare.
The road has lost its fruits and Oases.
Its hard today to travel down that road because there are a million other just like you.

Running with all strength. 
Fighting to get to an end of uncertain probability.
Only because that was the direction they were pointed in. 
Insanity at its peak. 

What are they doing?
What do they want?
Happiness?........Happiness is not at the end of that road.

At the end of that road are a million others who have "made" it.
They don't know what to do with "it". 
Because "it" is not what they imagined.
Because "it" is not what they were told.
"it" is now a disappointment. 

I am a deviant......
I am not on that road.
I wield my machete of faith and lance of ambition.
I will clear the path ahead of me as I charge into the once dark unchartered world.
The light in my soul will show the way and I shall move in the direction my heart leads me.
I am a Warrior for the cause. A crusader.

The road we were taught to follow is dying.
I don't want to be on it when it dies.
The journey back to reality will be too long.

Because of that I am a deviant.
A Non-Conformist.

Because of that I am different.
A new breed.

Because of that I am free.
I am happy.

Because I am a deviant !!

You and I......I am You, You are I.

Body and mind quite similar to that of you and I
but also quite similar to the strength of steel and speeds quicker than the human eye...not quite like you and I.

Finds faith and a place in the heavens close to the horoscopes
like cancer and Scorpios 
just searching the stars to know his fate like you and I
but often above the earth dining with the Libra and Gemini
on feasts known only to him but never to you and I.

Feels pain and tears he cries 
in sorrow and hollow times 
just quite like you and I.
But speeding bullets deflect off his back as he strikes a genoflect
and wipes the tears of his face and embraces the S engraved on his chest
...not quite like you and I. 

So calm, collected and feared, 
adored, respected, revered
as human as I with as many flaws as you and I combined.
He races through the walls and ravages through them all
and cleans up leaving the dust in the air but no quite like you and I.

A man with a heart that loves, who puts reason before he speaks
taller and stronger than you and I 
but leaves no one kneeling at his feet.

He's known yet so discreet. His identity's a bitter sweet.
To let out his truth would be to give in to his powers and be consumed.
The ultimate defeat.

The only power and speed that matches his is his, not yours and mine
Thats why he often walks in times where he could easily fly.
And shares your tears in times when you break down and cry.

He knows he's all alone with no place to go or call home.
He cant feel the heat or freeze out in winters blistering cold.
He'll always be here, the story will always be told.

The man of Steel, with the unbreakable heart of Gold


By 

CYRIL-ALEX GOCKEL for SUPERMAN

A place called S.U.C.C.E.S.S

They say it so affectionately with a high brow and stiff upper lip. 
They make it seem as though it were the end of all problems and pains.
They sell it to you and focus you on the destination they haven't reached themselves.
They want you to get there and they will show you how.

They call this place SUCCESS.

I know what it sounds like and I know what they want from me.
I know this place should be as it is promised, with milk and honey. 
Silver and Gold. Virgins and Voluptuos Vixens....whatever your taste.
But is it?

They want My success.
So easily said.

My S-ubordination to the U-seless C-liche's and C-riteria of Every S-uperficial S-cociety.

They want this So I can be accepted and my life formated into a variable where they can asses my time on Earth as beign "worthwhile" or "worthless".

Such a pity.
They will not get this from me.

So many people run this track of Success not realising that they are a pawn in the game.
A unit of measurable efficiency.

If I am Successful, 
I am Rich. Functional. A law abiding Citizen of Life. No questions, no distress. 
Just progression. Moving on and on and on and on till there's no more ground to be covered.
Then I am Successful. 

Is this true? Am I successful?

If I am unsuccessful,
I am not Rich. I am Dysfunctional. An answer seeking outlaw. Disregarding norms and useless rules just living a Life that is strucured to my needs. Little care for the Gold at the end of the road. More focus on the smile on my face.
Then I am unsuccessful.

Is this true? Am I unsuccessful?


I, me am not looking for s-u-c-c-e-s-s.
I, me am not on that barbaric path of financial and social acceptance.
I don't need to belong in order to exist or live.

I am on a different path.
A path of fulfilment and oneness.
A path of purity, simplicity and happiness.

My life is but a road. 
I am already on the journey to its certain end.
My only enemy is time. I cannot defeat time.
I intend to make each step mine.

When I get to the end of that road I will look back before taking my last step.
I will re-live my joys and pain.
My achievments and my losses.

I will look back at the nobody I was when I came to this world 
and leave knowing that I was not successful.

I will leave this earth
Knowing that I did not live to be rich and accepted,
Knowing that I was not a Zombie or a repetition of lives past.
Knowing that I was not a cliche.

I will take my final step into the heavens knowing that I was FULFILLED..............NotSuccessful.

Thoughtstruck !

Life is the ultimate equation and all events 
and experiences are variables that will produce the Ultimate inevitable result.....Death !

Time is the poison that eats away at our beings irrespective of who we are wherever we are.
Time will always win. Always !

We wake up each day in "control" of what has already been decided by fate.
We take steps through our lives making "choices" that have already rippled into our lives.
All we do in reality is collide with the choices that were made for us by life ages before we were.

Relationships, friendships and acquaintances are but walls on which our emotions and reason bounce to give us direction in life.

Without these our emotions will wander unsatisfied and unknown and we'll learn nothing !

The fact that we bleed proves that we are alive.
The fact that we hurt proves that we love.

The fact that we don't know tomorrow however does not mean we are sure of today.
Because tomorrow and today do not belong to use, they belong to time.
Time will remain silent and watch as we continue to collide and crash.

In essence our eyes, souls, minds and hearts can see only as far as our emotions and reason bounce of each other.

I wonder how many times my choices were made by your decisions.
I wonder how many times my ripples have affected others choices and lives.

Maybe I'm loosing it.
Maybe Its madness I speak.

Maybe your choices ripple into my life and make me what I am.

Maybe......................

Deception

Scattered thoughts gather on the dormant mind of a wondering soul.
My emotions and thoughts try to guide me but reality has taken its lonesome toll.

My actions hesitate and words slur as I pretend to be what I was when I was Him.
No more. This shall never be. He is no more.

Not today, not ever again will me be Him.
He, Him who was good and pure and true.
He, Him who loved the pain of loving you, you, you, you.................

Boundless emotions caged in a resolute lie.
Tell me what I need to hear and never tell me why.

Tears I never shed, you never let me cry.
For I was Him, he who I promised to be till the day I died.

What good is my strength if you make me weak?
How am I your king when it is I who crumble at your feet?

how does forever come so soon?
I wish I had the shallowness to hate you, you, you, you...............

But somehow my emotions remain in that lie.......bound and resolute.
I can never hate you, you, you, you....that is the truth.

I cannot lower myself to grovel in the mud of lies, deceit and deception.

What I can do however I have done.................I am not HIM.
Him is gone.

He is now.............I am He.

He who you, you, you, you don't know.
He who will never show............

He who has no heart to break no more.
He who is only mind, body and soul.

The Deception is over.
Take of your masks, you, you, you, you,..............

Thunderstruck

She walked into the room and the lights dimmed in admiration of her ambient glow.
She was stunning, her beauty left no more mysteries to unfold. 

With every step she took towards me she redefined herself as a woman.
My side felt empty, my ribs were not whole.
God took the best part of me and gave it ultimate control.

I wanted her, wanted everything she meant, everything she was. I wanted beauty.
Her hair graced her neck as it flowed so softly to rest on her shoulders.
It bounced with every step as though to announce the arrival of a Goddess.

He arms swung effortlessly and gracefully, so perfectly that in my eyes she floated.
Her breasts teased me in a subtle manner as she took easy breaths. 
They grew only enough to be wanted and faded just enough to be missed.

Her hips were on their own another phase, another element that added up to what she was.
Beautiful, sexy......Woman.

It seemed like forever as she walked towards me. I didn't need to notice she was naked.
I didn't need to want anything else. But her.....

She stood in front of me and nothing else was.
The worlds was gone.

All I could hear was my pulse........thump, thump, thump, thump..............

I would say I was speechless but I wasn't.
How could I say anything when I was breathless.

I touched her hair and felt the warmth of a thinking mind.
I kissed her lips and felt...............BOOM !!! Shock...........

I looked at her breasts and was clueless.
Was there anything that could be done to make perfection feel any better.
Could i please the woman that defined others?

For once in my life I was pleased without touch
Satisfied without pleasure.

For once in my life...........I was thunderstruck !

No Regrets

I regret that I was the pain that changed your life and left you never the same
the strife that zeroed your benevolent aims.

You saw a man and tried to change him and indeed you did I will never be the same.
You took a portrait and placed it in an indestructible frame.
I became Him. 

The man you dreamt of , who'd feed your hearts insatiable flame
and change Life and love as you know it never leaving you the same.

I failed you but in my attempt I have no regrets.
No regrets about the time or the passion we spent.
About the nights we stayed up and worked at erotica's sweat.

The dreams we shared and the laughter that drowned out the tears...its still here don't fret.

I don't regret who I was but who I am is because of you...I'm in debt.
I was a good man but the love and care you gave was the best.

For all time I will love you and with that love I will never regret.............

How shallow is your depth ?

Though our minds are shallow we think to depths that echo our cries of pain
as we hurt and wallow in the hope that our pain will be less.
But we move on through life.....numb, blind and deaf to the realities that we 
left out as we dreamt of the beautiful house with the white picket fence.

She isn't your queen or even as hot as she seems
its your heart trying hard to deceive your brain as it screams
"This is not the life of which we dreamed" when we slept on 
the couch the night we passed out clean.

We need to accept that this life has no literal depth 
but the depth that we perceive is in fact our own strength 
and the will with which we embrace what we dream
as a reality and the strength with which we pursue it.

humanity is a play where all of us are actors
we play the roles we wake up in and could easily replace each other but don't.

We walk around acting superior to each other when we know we rely on each other.
We blow up and fill in with the front of aid.
We cut out and patch over with the front of healing.

Words like "SORRY", "FORGIVENESS", "PAIN", "FEAR"
are only signs that our shallowness is still here.
If we had enough depth we wouldn't need to say these things because 
whatever problems they needed to solve would be solved from within.

We destroy then build just so we can accept our existence.
How pitiful is life if we have to make it real.

Lets do good when there's an abundance of good so we can be appreciated for our honesty and truth.
Not create evil and do good so we can feed our pride from the abundance of recognition.

I am not me because of your recognition of me.
I am me because I recognize myself and reveal me to you.

Who are you............?
How shallow is your depth?

From Above

How far can we see into the land of time?
Where do we stand to see the plan that is at hand?
I cannot say for i do not know.
That burden is not mine.
Not today and not tomorrow 

I wonder....why life is this way?
mixed with sorrow, fear and pain.
Joy and laughter are only a solution away.
The reality is, now happiness needs a leap of faith.
What a leap of faith requires? I cannot say.

We understand, oh yes we do.
But what we understand 
with it what do we do?..Nothing!

Our lives are delicate and begin changed each day.
The gentle hands of reality weave dreads on our heads,
as we walk they sway.

These dreads are our blessings that we take for granted each day.
The locks of good will given through all the things we wanted till date.

We never understand how we got where we are
but we always have some where better we'd rather be.

I talk of you, he, her, me.
I like you wish to be able to see.
But before i rise up in search of the answers.
I will bow down to HIM and acknowledge my master.

Time and space can move nothing but each other.
Without me to notice them they wouldn't even matter.

I like you wish to be able to see.
I like you want to find the answers.

The sad truth is we won't see the whole picture until 
after we die, then we will find out the reasons and answer all the why's.

Only from above will you see life's picture.
Only from above will you understand the plan.