"If only you knew", the days on end i'd listen to your voice again and again...only to be satisfied by the tones of your "I love you's"
"If only you knew" how much i appreciate you, finding ways to express my happiness of you in my life!
"If only you knew" the nights i'm sad and blue, not being able to lye beside you, wanting to touch and caress you, wanting to hold and squeeze you, needing that tender kiss of bliss, in cords of togetherness!
To be there in person to attend to all your hurtins', in despair, i'd show care, when not above, i'd show love, when fallen i'd pick you up and hold you high, making sure you'd always know...what the sky is like!
If only you knew, how much i don't wanna loose you, how much i wanna make you and only you my boo! that there's no one else in my mind that can make me shine the way you do!
If only you knew!...but what if you never did!?
If you never did, would i be like a kid, thinking and crushing and giggling alot, but! as my heart sores, behind closed doors, i'd be hurting, and cringing and bleedin' alot...never knowing, with my hearts showing, what love is! what your love is!?
But now that you know, my heart's on the show! standing not hiding from the spotlight of your glow...To your heart be true, now what are you gonna do!? now that you know that "I LOVE YOU!"
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
In the "race"
"Seated among thorns", a minority constantly shrinking...is served the cold, bloody drink of hate.
Even the young, has now become swallowed in the thirst of cruelty!
A masquerade of "happiness & togetherness" now shattered by blunt spears of the real truth!
No longer..."i hate you!, you make me sick!" no no...the spears of hate now sharper..."You're good to me!, i like your company" deception rains a thunder...
Feelings mixed, as to what this is, as the innocent walk the street of clarity...not infiltrated by tainted needles of "disgust, hatred & separation"
What are the neutrals to do? Sing now! Martyrs of "togetherness"
The man that walketh not in the footsteps of his fathers' past of colour, straight hair & retribution to the "others", is a wise man?
The woman, that hideth not her feelings for the "other" that she loves, runneth not away to jeopardize all life & inheritance from family riches, is a wise woman?
Such are all now, colourized & categorized to suit one's needs...all villagers of the "pissed on" world, running the relay of "Hold ya own! see an "other", use the "other", don't be the "other" kill the "other", don't let the "other" in!
Masks all painted with the blood of ol "heritage and history"...every man to his own!...You walk in my way, i break your bones!...
Yeah...the happy world! plastic smiles, hinged on suspicion, and uncalled defense! teeth of venom, guised as kindness!!!
We've all played a part in this modern circus, where admission is paid only by colour...and ranked by Upper, middle and lower...
Who made this? why the fuss? yes we've all got history, that doesn't mean we should make ourselves pages of our own! in this war against "skin"
Daily we tear the foundations of the world, only to build another world that can't stand on it's own...a world of hate, greed, & gnashing of teeth.
Daily...little survive the test of "tone" our young eat the flesh of malice, thought the trade of fury & graduate "Kings" of their own bloody world!
One with no vision, one with no class!, just the draconian hand of rule!
Slowly, we draw nigh to end of all ends, and the judgement to the generations responsible for the planted seeds of discord!!!
signed: proud!, but wise nigga!
Even the young, has now become swallowed in the thirst of cruelty!
A masquerade of "happiness & togetherness" now shattered by blunt spears of the real truth!
No longer..."i hate you!, you make me sick!" no no...the spears of hate now sharper..."You're good to me!, i like your company" deception rains a thunder...
Feelings mixed, as to what this is, as the innocent walk the street of clarity...not infiltrated by tainted needles of "disgust, hatred & separation"
What are the neutrals to do? Sing now! Martyrs of "togetherness"
The man that walketh not in the footsteps of his fathers' past of colour, straight hair & retribution to the "others", is a wise man?
The woman, that hideth not her feelings for the "other" that she loves, runneth not away to jeopardize all life & inheritance from family riches, is a wise woman?
Such are all now, colourized & categorized to suit one's needs...all villagers of the "pissed on" world, running the relay of "Hold ya own! see an "other", use the "other", don't be the "other" kill the "other", don't let the "other" in!
Masks all painted with the blood of ol "heritage and history"...every man to his own!...You walk in my way, i break your bones!...
Yeah...the happy world! plastic smiles, hinged on suspicion, and uncalled defense! teeth of venom, guised as kindness!!!
We've all played a part in this modern circus, where admission is paid only by colour...and ranked by Upper, middle and lower...
Who made this? why the fuss? yes we've all got history, that doesn't mean we should make ourselves pages of our own! in this war against "skin"
Daily we tear the foundations of the world, only to build another world that can't stand on it's own...a world of hate, greed, & gnashing of teeth.
Daily...little survive the test of "tone" our young eat the flesh of malice, thought the trade of fury & graduate "Kings" of their own bloody world!
One with no vision, one with no class!, just the draconian hand of rule!
Slowly, we draw nigh to end of all ends, and the judgement to the generations responsible for the planted seeds of discord!!!
signed: proud!, but wise nigga!
"Who would take care of the garden?"
In the presence of senseless killings and world turning events, i remark to one question, "who's going to take care of the garden?"
Daily toil is honored by scratching dogs of mischief! in a 10 x 7.5 patch of earth, bordered by concrete and a wooden fence.
A garden! play field or should i say office of my aged grandfather.
The green thumb, would rise to his call at 6am, marching straight to his glory, only to be welcomed by holes from soiled dog paws! (the ritual begins) "Who been in my plants, who de rass been in my plants...? Is you?" pointing to one of the 5 shivering K-9's, "Oh!, nobody ain't know!?, voice aloud to the entire neighbourhood, "alright! we gon see is who!" He marched towards the broom leaded to the side of the step, by now all dogs are on their guard, for they all know what's to come...need i say more!
I'd watch from afar, when i'm awake at those God forsaken hours! the care & tenderness each plant is given! the time & precision, positioning & finesse...all contributors to the perfect growth of the patient.
"Who would take care of this garden!?" i often ask, "when this man is gone, who would have the time to take care of them!" His jewels, his children, the very plants that almost took his life...he continues to give of his time, blood, sweat, tears and not forgetting scoldings.
With each clip of the shears, with each turn of the soil, it's almost as though he's one with the plants...he'd praise them in sunlight, he'd curse them if withering, but he was doin' all this in love!
Off from the plants, into his newspaper, for hours this man would read and read and read...then the converstions beings...
Like an oracle, he'd recollect what he said would happen, "Man, it's almost as though these people know what i asking...is de same thing i said would happen!" his remarks everytime...
His words would never fall to the ground with out being fulfilled! NEVER! in his terms...but what can i say...the man has his right to his own opinion!
When done with babblings and cursing of the writers and editor of media, he'd revert to his haven...yes the garden, his treasured garden!!...
To the world where he is king, and his subjects won't ask him anything!...he'd pronouce life where life i seen, and death were needed.
"Who would take care of this garden!?"
Age tells the tale of moons past, suns countdown to the final "alas"
Where would the wisdom spring in his left generation?, when gone to peace and tranqulity? the question that haunts my mind!...
But his ghost would serve as a constant reminder, that no one took the time to heed his call, no one took the time to observe his tradition..."Who would take care of the garden?"
A question not only for me, but for you as well...think about it!
"Who...oh who would take care of the garden?"
Daily toil is honored by scratching dogs of mischief! in a 10 x 7.5 patch of earth, bordered by concrete and a wooden fence.
A garden! play field or should i say office of my aged grandfather.
The green thumb, would rise to his call at 6am, marching straight to his glory, only to be welcomed by holes from soiled dog paws! (the ritual begins) "Who been in my plants, who de rass been in my plants...? Is you?" pointing to one of the 5 shivering K-9's, "Oh!, nobody ain't know!?, voice aloud to the entire neighbourhood, "alright! we gon see is who!" He marched towards the broom leaded to the side of the step, by now all dogs are on their guard, for they all know what's to come...need i say more!
I'd watch from afar, when i'm awake at those God forsaken hours! the care & tenderness each plant is given! the time & precision, positioning & finesse...all contributors to the perfect growth of the patient.
"Who would take care of this garden!?" i often ask, "when this man is gone, who would have the time to take care of them!" His jewels, his children, the very plants that almost took his life...he continues to give of his time, blood, sweat, tears and not forgetting scoldings.
With each clip of the shears, with each turn of the soil, it's almost as though he's one with the plants...he'd praise them in sunlight, he'd curse them if withering, but he was doin' all this in love!
Off from the plants, into his newspaper, for hours this man would read and read and read...then the converstions beings...
Like an oracle, he'd recollect what he said would happen, "Man, it's almost as though these people know what i asking...is de same thing i said would happen!" his remarks everytime...
His words would never fall to the ground with out being fulfilled! NEVER! in his terms...but what can i say...the man has his right to his own opinion!
When done with babblings and cursing of the writers and editor of media, he'd revert to his haven...yes the garden, his treasured garden!!...
To the world where he is king, and his subjects won't ask him anything!...he'd pronouce life where life i seen, and death were needed.
"Who would take care of this garden!?"
Age tells the tale of moons past, suns countdown to the final "alas"
Where would the wisdom spring in his left generation?, when gone to peace and tranqulity? the question that haunts my mind!...
But his ghost would serve as a constant reminder, that no one took the time to heed his call, no one took the time to observe his tradition..."Who would take care of the garden?"
A question not only for me, but for you as well...think about it!
"Who...oh who would take care of the garden?"
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Cloud dream
Sailing...
traffic of the sky, ruler to no bird
Soaring sleep, floating on the highest sky, feeling charmed and delighted.
Dimmed lids, to only reveal the thoughts of gratitude! To know, "yea, another night, shared with on that dame" feeling fuzzy, feelin' fine!
The best wine, "untouched" dipped in the sweetest of "combs"...that fine "honey comb" didn't want it to end...
Dreaming days, and awaken nights, touch...fingernails, and sent emails...touch...yellow faces, and white window spaces, all cramped in hours of drifting, sleepy, sure thoughts...
Sailing...high...sailing...fly...cloud nine!?...nah higher than!
"Got no measure for this pleasure"...it's warm, comforting, and sweet...
WOW! this cloud!, can be any others' cloud, but it sails...with me...and for me to see, that it's "high time, to fly high, with me!"
Dimmed lids, sighs satisfaction, folded arms of enjoyment, and crossed legs of relaxation...
"I'm sailing, man! sailing to no return! On my honey cloud!"
traffic of the sky, ruler to no bird
Soaring sleep, floating on the highest sky, feeling charmed and delighted.
Dimmed lids, to only reveal the thoughts of gratitude! To know, "yea, another night, shared with on that dame" feeling fuzzy, feelin' fine!
The best wine, "untouched" dipped in the sweetest of "combs"...that fine "honey comb" didn't want it to end...
Dreaming days, and awaken nights, touch...fingernails, and sent emails...touch...yellow faces, and white window spaces, all cramped in hours of drifting, sleepy, sure thoughts...
Sailing...high...sailing...fly...cloud nine!?...nah higher than!
"Got no measure for this pleasure"...it's warm, comforting, and sweet...
WOW! this cloud!, can be any others' cloud, but it sails...with me...and for me to see, that it's "high time, to fly high, with me!"
Dimmed lids, sighs satisfaction, folded arms of enjoyment, and crossed legs of relaxation...
"I'm sailing, man! sailing to no return! On my honey cloud!"
How do i love, my love
How do i love, my love
a floating stone, is sure to fall beneath the sea, but my love grows "unimaginatively" but...
"How do i love, my love?"
Sparks wondrous splendor, bubbly 143's, and flowers & bee's! but no...no..."closeness", far intimacy...only mental bridges...
"How do i love, my love?"
Falling petals of wait, blossoms of passionate kisses, all in a bouquet of "care"
stems of long winded whispers, roots of hours of conversation and relation... yet i still ask...
"How do i love, my love?"
Like a shadow, bound as one, but can never exist without light..."loves light" Our love can only grow in it's light...loves light...
Yet, "now do i love?, my love?"
a floating stone, is sure to fall beneath the sea, but my love grows "unimaginatively" but...
"How do i love, my love?"
Sparks wondrous splendor, bubbly 143's, and flowers & bee's! but no...no..."closeness", far intimacy...only mental bridges...
"How do i love, my love?"
Falling petals of wait, blossoms of passionate kisses, all in a bouquet of "care"
stems of long winded whispers, roots of hours of conversation and relation... yet i still ask...
"How do i love, my love?"
Like a shadow, bound as one, but can never exist without light..."loves light" Our love can only grow in it's light...loves light...
Yet, "now do i love?, my love?"
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Build up!
It's days like these...
i bare my soul, i forget my thoughts and run from reality
My "ins" go neutral, my "outs" go blank
Surrendered now to the toss of the winds
Failings hold not the agony of defeat! Success blossoms only in drastic, sacrificial weather.
Father time laughs, at unprepared foundations, for tall towers of dreams, when the storm of patience & maturity draws nigh.
Like rain...
droplets of power, fall only at the saturation of carriers,
Timing
Atmosphere
Positioning
Accuracy
Parameters of parades of wishes, bounders for soldiers of destiny
"I shut the door to denial" i consume the pain of rebellion, only to crush insolent mortals
"Mark me now!, I've broken your mental chains, i'm yet another over comer!"
Lethal darts deemed friends, piercing spares called family, all collate to bring you through the "shining"
"Why read a line never written? Is my simplicity that complex? Or does our seeming "parting" result from your historical adversities!
"Behold! Your own skeletons shall devour you! My constant hand WILL cause your inevitable eruption of folly!"
i bare my soul, i forget my thoughts and run from reality
My "ins" go neutral, my "outs" go blank
Surrendered now to the toss of the winds
Failings hold not the agony of defeat! Success blossoms only in drastic, sacrificial weather.
Father time laughs, at unprepared foundations, for tall towers of dreams, when the storm of patience & maturity draws nigh.
Like rain...
droplets of power, fall only at the saturation of carriers,
Timing
Atmosphere
Positioning
Accuracy
Parameters of parades of wishes, bounders for soldiers of destiny
"I shut the door to denial" i consume the pain of rebellion, only to crush insolent mortals
"Mark me now!, I've broken your mental chains, i'm yet another over comer!"
Lethal darts deemed friends, piercing spares called family, all collate to bring you through the "shining"
"Why read a line never written? Is my simplicity that complex? Or does our seeming "parting" result from your historical adversities!
"Behold! Your own skeletons shall devour you! My constant hand WILL cause your inevitable eruption of folly!"
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Midas touch
For want of gain and happiness! i cling to those i deem dear and true to me, those i admire and see bright futures in...
But as the old saying goes "All that glitters, is not gold!"
I reach to touch the flesh and lives i may, only to freeze time of soul, of want and of wish!
Some statues of pride, others gargoyles of shame!
For want of closeness, and shared delight, i embrace the fibers of "solitude" and paradoxical dreams of togetherness...
Now...i must decide...whom i may touch! whom i may desire! whom i may consume!
Armless hugs, hold captive many searching hearts, Gold tipped fingers, stand high to those that walk in darkness, but they hold not their heads high!, for yet another has stepped "eyes wide" into the museum of palpitating hearts, yet frozen want.
With the wave of my thoughts, i lay wait for the ones i desire, send back the ones I've used, and spoil the ones i love.
"Unintentional destruction" to trespassing kingdoms, Queens of Game & folly, jokers all a wild, dance madly to my intoxicating tune.
Subliminal messages of "unwant" play loudly in the ear of the sure...while the lesser beings, draw closer & faster to their demise.
"Eventful" statues, "subtle" statues, and the openly "plain" statues...all displayed in my crowned, prized possession..."my hand"..."my touch."
For the want of love, i walk the aisle of the past, to make present my soul, in the auditorium of worlds. Worlds gone, Worlds present, and Worlds to come!
"I feel the walls closing in" in royal robes and jewel studded fingers, i sense the end of all...for i have touched something, that has changed again my life and pride...
For the sake of forever, i wash my hand in the "Pactolus river" wishing the day i can undo my miseries...opening the door for rivers of softness.
No longer am i playing the tune of deceit, but now the melody of honest has caused a feast of all festivals... the world of rushing closure and unwant! the season for one is near!
My golden world is depleting, all sucked by the core of greed...taken over now by the ultimate of transparency & selflessness, building towards a bright future with no queen by my side.
Still in search of the "ideal", but much too scared to look deeper...
I admit, i have touched a few in my time, to all hold as prized trophies, but i've since hung my "midas hands" only awaiting the touch from my destined midas!
But as the old saying goes "All that glitters, is not gold!"
I reach to touch the flesh and lives i may, only to freeze time of soul, of want and of wish!
Some statues of pride, others gargoyles of shame!
For want of closeness, and shared delight, i embrace the fibers of "solitude" and paradoxical dreams of togetherness...
Now...i must decide...whom i may touch! whom i may desire! whom i may consume!
Armless hugs, hold captive many searching hearts, Gold tipped fingers, stand high to those that walk in darkness, but they hold not their heads high!, for yet another has stepped "eyes wide" into the museum of palpitating hearts, yet frozen want.
With the wave of my thoughts, i lay wait for the ones i desire, send back the ones I've used, and spoil the ones i love.
"Unintentional destruction" to trespassing kingdoms, Queens of Game & folly, jokers all a wild, dance madly to my intoxicating tune.
Subliminal messages of "unwant" play loudly in the ear of the sure...while the lesser beings, draw closer & faster to their demise.
"Eventful" statues, "subtle" statues, and the openly "plain" statues...all displayed in my crowned, prized possession..."my hand"..."my touch."
For the want of love, i walk the aisle of the past, to make present my soul, in the auditorium of worlds. Worlds gone, Worlds present, and Worlds to come!
"I feel the walls closing in" in royal robes and jewel studded fingers, i sense the end of all...for i have touched something, that has changed again my life and pride...
For the sake of forever, i wash my hand in the "Pactolus river" wishing the day i can undo my miseries...opening the door for rivers of softness.
No longer am i playing the tune of deceit, but now the melody of honest has caused a feast of all festivals... the world of rushing closure and unwant! the season for one is near!
My golden world is depleting, all sucked by the core of greed...taken over now by the ultimate of transparency & selflessness, building towards a bright future with no queen by my side.
Still in search of the "ideal", but much too scared to look deeper...
I admit, i have touched a few in my time, to all hold as prized trophies, but i've since hung my "midas hands" only awaiting the touch from my destined midas!
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