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I Need You Jesus
By: Tony Casas
09-18-07

The greatest trick the devil created is the myth that he don’t exist, he’s a sharp dresser, the tempter, highly skilled in the art of deception he’ll use the flesh to draw you in and the next thing you know you’re caught up in a world of lust and sin, battle’n within, he’s a master illusionist and will use every tool he can use on you to insure that you sin, he’s the beast within, it’s a battle for your soul, come on’ you gotta fight against him.

<kids> The real war is spiritual, it seems that the fallen Dominions, Principalities and Powers have influenced our opinions,

I need you Jesus, the devil misleads us and deceives us, I gotta be strong this is my test I can’t fail this, I need you Jesus. I need you Lord Jesus, the devil misleads us, and deceives us, I gotta be strong this is my test I can’t fail this, I need you Jesus.

It’s funny how they’ll study every book under the sun, in hopes to becoming the next great one, but they forget about the most important one, your biblical words set the course for the righteous way, they shun it away, and everyone seems so afraid to speak your name, but I know Jesus, it’s only cause they’re afraid of change, Father we need ya, we’ve fallen victim to this world and all its propositions, grant us self convection, the devils got us fighting for pride, hes got us dieing lies, hes got us lustin over the body our minds aint right, for give us our sins let us repent tonight, may we be soldiers to the good cause, let us fight, rejuvenate our souls, get’em health and ready for this spiritual war.

<kids> War is the result of sin, when the commandments get broken we slowly deteriorate from our lack of devotion, keep your eyes open for deceit or history will repeat. 

I need you Jesus, the devil misleads us and deceives us, I gotta be strong this is my test I can’t fail this, I need you Jesus. I need you Lord Jesus, the devil misleads us, and deceives us, I gotta be strong this is my test I can’t fail this, I need you Jesus.

You’re the perfect example of what a human should be, Your Humbleness, you are my King, yo

By: Tony Casas

09-18-07

Cry for humanity, this is a desperate pled, are we blind? Can we not see? The world is in a whirlwind, full of confusion and deceit, war and disease, mass catastrophes, global warming, mal-nutrition babies suffering because they don’t have enough to eat? Come on man, this isn’t poverty, this is a crime to the nth degree, how can we, you and me, the greatest country indeed, have allowed this to be? Father for give me, I’ve lost my way in this world, I follow mans hands instead of your words, I’m living in a dark shell of selfish beings, I’m a product of what I’ve seen in my life as a human being, how to speak, what to think, who to believe in, what not to be, cry for humanity, open your eyes to the lies that surround thee, we can’t believe everything we see, your governments only guaranty is broken promises and empty dreams, every year it’s the same old thing! I’m suffering from social anxiety, from my government’s twisted ideology, power, money and greed over humanity! Why can’t you feed me, just a bit more? I know you spend two million dollars a minute on worthless wars, and why do my brothers and sisters have to suffer like this? Why is it our education system is still not fixed? Why does little Stacy have to die like this? All because her Med-Care wont cover a new heart? Spend two million dollars a min on this! The world sees the hypocrisy, so now it’s time to, re-write our democracy, come on people, cry for humanity!  Stand up in unity for all human-kind who are suffering, babies dieing because they’re hungry, you gotta be kidding me, we’re living in the same old days you see, where big companies buy there ways, and congress turns away better pay and a better way for the future of our country, our people, or existents, sex rings still thriving, sick men still molesting the minds of the innocents, genocide still claiming lives, how can we just stand by and watch them die, why isn’t there a war on this? Why isn’t anyone spending two million dollars a minute to stop this? Woe to you people who sit in your high seats and do nothing about this, and woe to all of you, who have let your American dreams and worldly things become more important then humanity!

If you liked this poem then you should hear it with music @ www.myspace.com/cry4humanity  

By: Tony Casas

08-01-07

Ah Freedom, are we truly free? Let’s take a good look at you and me, walking five

hundred steps back-in time. No need to rewind, just click and find. Wow it’s the World

Wide Web, look at that Indian, he’s dead! Butchered to save a buck, damn what shitty

luck. Is that Columbus? Is that the pilgrims breaking bread? Oh no it’s a couple of skin

heads conforming in a den. Freedom, you say, I say, I have, but do I? Do we? Do you?

To some degree, I do believe. We all wake up and put on that shoe, that uniform, whether

its high dollar or just a regular shirt with a collar and march proud as we all got to work

for that mighty dollar Diplomacy, democracy, what hypocrisy! I can’t truly stand and say,

hey! Mr. Server American Might. Now… Now… Uncle S.A.M. that’s not right! Why do

you try and kill Cadafi in the Night? I can’t stand at the door of the “man” and demand

the truth, ah, come on what’s the use, the Binladin’s and the Bushes are in kuhoots, but

don’t be spooked, now’s the time to take a stand in your life, do what’s right. One thing is

for sure; tonight I’ll dream and fight, carry on with my pen and write sweet nothings till  

the end. So are we free? Indeed! But only in our minds may we truly and completely be.

Freedom is not given, but earned. We must create our own with in. -Peace

By: Tony Casas

Date: 09-18-07

We musten get caught up in our everyday struggles, we got to inspire the mind to look a little further, lets use creativity as the theme, gone on, inspire the mind to dream, don’t allow your imagination to become bleak, just take a peak, look and see it all begins with a dream, red roses flourish into super novas, and children create space from paper mache   clovers, the youth is the key the saddest thing in life is a wasted dream, the mind is a beautiful, so come on everybody.

We’re living in an age of mass distractions, where our kids are being baby sat by Batman, with cell phones, and TV’s, myspace and video games blastin, our minds become so easily distracted, we must extract it, sit back and relax in thought, why don’t we create time from broken hourglasses and inspire the masses to dream when they walk, invent new ideas every time they talk, come on, lets build a new vision, for Tis the season to dream while we’re liven.

Lets set the stage the youth, a solid foundation will make a great tool, maybe an energetic, poetic, scientistic-rockin musician, or an aero space engineer with millions of gadgets to create a new year, be visual in the way you think, animated in the way you speak, thankful for what you reap and I hope to never catch you giving up on your dreams, remember the saddest thing in life, is to never have done a thing, lets dream for a better future, interact with the soul, and allow the spirit to teach you, lets dream for a better way, don’t be a has been, a could have, what should have, lets just begin to dream today.

            By: Tony Casas 
            05-21-06

I’m a lost poet in a land of lost souls, where no one dreams nor dares to be inspired, where honor holds no meaning. A land where women and men can’t comprehend or fail to understand the importance and purpose of their stand.

I’m a lost poet in a land where humans have lost their true beauty, when they think it’s cool counting heads of all the people they’ve used, with sex as the number one tool, it’s not cool, respect your bodies.

I’m a lost poet in a land of cruelty, where we fight and kill our own brothers or shout and lash out profanities at our own birth mothers, respect, there is none.

I’m a lost poet in a land of lust, where we never give up until we fulfill our rush, enough is enough, in this land of lust which causes men to sin and women to degrade themselves, what happened to saving ourselves for that hand in marriage, we’ve come undone, But what do we expect when that’s all we see on our T.V. sets.

I’m a lost poet in land of vanity, where mirrors hang on every wall, we dress to impress or have operations to increase the size of our chests, I stumble and mutter it, what will come next? where is the natural beauty, I see none.

I’m a lost poet in land of insanity, where sex slaves are sold and child pornography is a billion dollar a year industry, are you kidding me? What has come of thee? A sick nation of insanity!

I’m a lost poet in a land of Hunger, where we walk past the homeless and never look back will make a crack and pass it off with a laugh; you know he’ll buy liquor with that. That’s so sad; I wonder how he got like that. Come on, are you that bad? Has your heart turned… black?, have some compassion for that man, or all the children dying of starvation in such mass numbers, I pity you the comfy in slumber.

I’m a lost poet in a land of bloodshed, where our government won’t hesitate to stain the floor red for an unpaid debt or wage war for profits and more, we mustn’t close the door, yet take a stand, where infamy is at hand. Though not like my brothers in Israel who kill over holy land, the same sand my Lord, my Kind, the Prince of Peace stood in and preached, love and peace is what I scream to my brothers in the Middle East., and to all my brothers and sisters from my streets.

I’m a lost poet in a land where I don’t fit in, a desolate end, a new generation of sin, we must fight it from within, a never ending battle with him, you know to whom I speak, the dark one who drops us to our knees and is pleased when we break the commandments of the holy three. Father please forgive me!

I’m a lost poet in a land where I wish peace and beg to understand the meaning of life at hand, father open my eyes to all the lies that have been spread, rescue me from all the government and religion embedded in my head, may I be wise and think a few steps ahead,

De-Americanize me instead! Captivate me; teach me to see what you see, let me see it through your eyes.

 Let me see far past the fruits and plains of these trees, far past all the worldly things the games and the fame, the war and disease which plague these streets.

Release me from the chains that shackle my feet, which won’t allow me to dream or be all that I can be, lift me high above the sky’s and the heavens so true.

Set me free from myself, shelter me, grant me thoughts of perfect purity so I may stand with you in perfect unity and may no longer be A Lost Poet, in this land which has been chosen for me.