Within these walls lies a stone
A precious stone, one that has never seen the light of day.
A lost soul guards it beyond the walls
Carrying it with its body
Light beams pulse its core, striking the walls to release itself, lying useless for too long, craving its maker to look about it splendour
The stone is filled with shards, dripping want for ones touch...but no one can
Its guardian sob with each strike...
Crying within, needing only to free such beauty to the world
But sobs further to know its beauty cannot survive in such a cruel cruel world
Must this soul carry this stone for the rest of its days.
Carrying heavily its beauty like a burden
Hidden from the sight of the world
What must give to have either live
The soul reached with its core
Holding its beauty for the first time
Withstanding the pain it cause, the soul hugged that precious stone
As the soul bled, the stone grew softer
As the soul bled, the light was revealed
As the soul died, the precious stone turned into a flesh heart, beating and living to live
Touch my soul, that's what I need to be a heart again...
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Never
All has been given
Nothing left to share
The deepest love is selfless
Even while in confusion of its own forthcoming
Though all is gone
The emptiness resounds
Filling nothing, lacking everything within a strange, sailing vessel
Lonely amidst the thousands
Even within the arms of another
Straying thoughts blend pain with joy
Sparking hung smiles within minds
Never to be warm again
Through the wind
A scent reminds the flowers to wake within its passing
Never has the wind nor the scent passed
Seasons change
One going, one coming
But the transition is not that of the easy nor for the faint in heart
Too much has been given
Much is lost
Never to be regained
Never was this to be...
Never was this to be...
Nothing left to share
The deepest love is selfless
Even while in confusion of its own forthcoming
Though all is gone
The emptiness resounds
Filling nothing, lacking everything within a strange, sailing vessel
Lonely amidst the thousands
Even within the arms of another
Straying thoughts blend pain with joy
Sparking hung smiles within minds
Never to be warm again
Through the wind
A scent reminds the flowers to wake within its passing
Never has the wind nor the scent passed
Seasons change
One going, one coming
But the transition is not that of the easy nor for the faint in heart
Too much has been given
Much is lost
Never to be regained
Never was this to be...
Never was this to be...
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wants and needs
Wants are needed, till wants are had
when wants are had, it's then wants are questioned!
when wants are questioned, we wake the answers to wonder
while the wonder walks, we watch them wean on our wishes
wishes that wash our minds so constantly, we make them reality
So we believe the need...
the need to need what was once a want
that want turned need, is now no longer wanted!
But why?
we couldn't live without the want
the need we wanted! Where has the want gone?
Truth is...
we never need the want
But it's the want that needs us!
The want that needs us to wean on our wishes
wishing itself to be a need...
because it needed to want...
It needed to want to be a want!
for wants are never needed...
and needs should never want
when wants are had, it's then wants are questioned!
when wants are questioned, we wake the answers to wonder
while the wonder walks, we watch them wean on our wishes
wishes that wash our minds so constantly, we make them reality
So we believe the need...
the need to need what was once a want
that want turned need, is now no longer wanted!
But why?
we couldn't live without the want
the need we wanted! Where has the want gone?
Truth is...
we never need the want
But it's the want that needs us!
The want that needs us to wean on our wishes
wishing itself to be a need...
because it needed to want...
It needed to want to be a want!
for wants are never needed...
and needs should never want
Mirror
In the streak of light that shines upon you face
i see your eyes that tell the story within me
I am your mirror!
It seems it can only be written from my pen, what i am and what i could be
i could never exclude myself.
I am you mirror!
So much of you is me
so much of me is you
I give and reflect what i am in YOU!
because i am you mirror!
Take a good look
what you see is what you get!
i cannot be anything else but reflective
i am you mirror!
When you speak, i repeat...
when you look, i look back...
when you come, i return...
I AM YOU MIRROR!
This may never change...
it's like out growing your shadow
This is not even a poem
these are words that will plague your mind every time you think about getting rid of me...
I am...and forever will be...
YOUR MIRROR
i see your eyes that tell the story within me
I am your mirror!
It seems it can only be written from my pen, what i am and what i could be
i could never exclude myself.
I am you mirror!
So much of you is me
so much of me is you
I give and reflect what i am in YOU!
because i am you mirror!
Take a good look
what you see is what you get!
i cannot be anything else but reflective
i am you mirror!
When you speak, i repeat...
when you look, i look back...
when you come, i return...
I AM YOU MIRROR!
This may never change...
it's like out growing your shadow
This is not even a poem
these are words that will plague your mind every time you think about getting rid of me...
I am...and forever will be...
YOUR MIRROR
In short showers
And so the rain came...like a washing memory
singing the verses of the incomplete rendition
"Where are you?!... Why must you be so far away?"
The tune silently dies...leaving Goosebumps and a certain longing
"Why aren't you here?... i need you so!"
The rains are gone...but not you!
not the feeling i hold for you!
not the longing i have inside!
in the coming rains
i pray it is us within its showers
and when it dies...it will be you left with me
singing the verses of the incomplete rendition
"Where are you?!... Why must you be so far away?"
The tune silently dies...leaving Goosebumps and a certain longing
"Why aren't you here?... i need you so!"
The rains are gone...but not you!
not the feeling i hold for you!
not the longing i have inside!
in the coming rains
i pray it is us within its showers
and when it dies...it will be you left with me
Say it
It must be said, for it is felt!
No longer can on bare the pain in doves eyes
nor sip the wine of thy lips in marvel
It must be said, for it is felt!
ones mind is not made to bare the secrets of the heart
nor feel the flesh of one so warm and hide their sentiment
It must be said, for it it felt!
the heart that beats in unison with one so receiving, so willing, so caring
beating to the sound of love, dancing to the tune of happiness
It must be said, for it is felt!
That i love "US"
I love "ME"
I love the "ME in YOU"; I love you!!
This must be felt, for it is said!
That you feel the same...?
You must say, if it is, you feel?
and it must be felt...that which you say...
No longer can on bare the pain in doves eyes
nor sip the wine of thy lips in marvel
It must be said, for it is felt!
ones mind is not made to bare the secrets of the heart
nor feel the flesh of one so warm and hide their sentiment
It must be said, for it it felt!
the heart that beats in unison with one so receiving, so willing, so caring
beating to the sound of love, dancing to the tune of happiness
It must be said, for it is felt!
That i love "US"
I love "ME"
I love the "ME in YOU"; I love you!!
This must be felt, for it is said!
That you feel the same...?
You must say, if it is, you feel?
and it must be felt...that which you say...
Let it be
It has begun...
The road on which i dared not to travel.
I tried to look beyond the image in the shattered mirror,
"Why?" some ask... i ask "why ever?!"
The broken dreams of some are the missing shards to many's fulfillment
The essence of things that may never be, build the unfinished fantasy
I adore you!
But even in adoration too many mysteries prevail
The road in which i dared not to travel seems natural
The surreal touch of things releases the thoughts inside
Winding its way to my conscience
plaguing my inhibition
I wish not to understand...
I prefer to live...the breath...
the moment of condemned freedom...
just once in my lifetime.
The Confusion will escalate!
The days will melt to nights then days again...
But one thing is sure!
The dawn will come!
Like two after one...
it WILL come
And i will be there to see you through
Be it side by side
or me left behind
LIFE WILL WIN!
So let it proceed...
let the road unwind...
For it has begun.
The road on which i dared not to travel.
I tried to look beyond the image in the shattered mirror,
"Why?" some ask... i ask "why ever?!"
The broken dreams of some are the missing shards to many's fulfillment
The essence of things that may never be, build the unfinished fantasy
I adore you!
But even in adoration too many mysteries prevail
The road in which i dared not to travel seems natural
The surreal touch of things releases the thoughts inside
Winding its way to my conscience
plaguing my inhibition
I wish not to understand...
I prefer to live...the breath...
the moment of condemned freedom...
just once in my lifetime.
The Confusion will escalate!
The days will melt to nights then days again...
But one thing is sure!
The dawn will come!
Like two after one...
it WILL come
And i will be there to see you through
Be it side by side
or me left behind
LIFE WILL WIN!
So let it proceed...
let the road unwind...
For it has begun.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Unconscious
This word now gleans new meaning. It’s the sense of things you know but deny.
Suppressed ideas of yourself doing things you don't display.
Conjuring moments we favour as fantasies, dispelling time we hold as our own
stealing eternity and making it a slave about our goings.
Unconsciousness holds us ransom of the reality we wish, but disown.
This state wore green to give it texture and context within dim lights and tinted glass. Spewing mist and haze in the air, taking senses to another level.
It was not the pure sense of things; its “naturality” couldn't be ignored
its eyes grew fuller and brighter, unintentionally enticing the room
Hugging every sense and thinking gently; mildly coaxing the deeper self.
Scented scarlet lengths took the wind, capturing the willing, the unthought-of...the unheard of...kissing it so softly, so gently as though to gel with the wind forever.
If this feeling were people!
They would be warm and damp...clinging madly to one another
Riding this emotion to a boil
Gripping it with leading tones, in complete disbelief of such a happening; but oh so willing to have it happen again
Its texture became a tone, then a mood...no a symbol.
To go on and on, further and further stopping time with its hands in the 2AM traffic
Unconsciously doing all that was thought, dreamt and imagined.
It was too natural to deny: To real to understand...it just "was"
Moments took the dreamer to the summit. Freeing its gentle vice about its body.
Falling further away from denial, drawing closer to what is now "known" and no longer "Unconscious"
Suppressed ideas of yourself doing things you don't display.
Conjuring moments we favour as fantasies, dispelling time we hold as our own
stealing eternity and making it a slave about our goings.
Unconsciousness holds us ransom of the reality we wish, but disown.
This state wore green to give it texture and context within dim lights and tinted glass. Spewing mist and haze in the air, taking senses to another level.
It was not the pure sense of things; its “naturality” couldn't be ignored
its eyes grew fuller and brighter, unintentionally enticing the room
Hugging every sense and thinking gently; mildly coaxing the deeper self.
Scented scarlet lengths took the wind, capturing the willing, the unthought-of...the unheard of...kissing it so softly, so gently as though to gel with the wind forever.
If this feeling were people!
They would be warm and damp...clinging madly to one another
Riding this emotion to a boil
Gripping it with leading tones, in complete disbelief of such a happening; but oh so willing to have it happen again
Its texture became a tone, then a mood...no a symbol.
To go on and on, further and further stopping time with its hands in the 2AM traffic
Unconsciously doing all that was thought, dreamt and imagined.
It was too natural to deny: To real to understand...it just "was"
Moments took the dreamer to the summit. Freeing its gentle vice about its body.
Falling further away from denial, drawing closer to what is now "known" and no longer "Unconscious"
Thursday, November 5, 2009
in thought
Confusion never cut so deep into my flesh
burning even my marrow...
I’m frozen in pain
I once guarded my heart from all villains that were once in search of it
but now I’ve released the life string
I cry silently, showing no sorrow for the loss I’ve suffered
the very loss of my soul!!
all gone in my head, are the memories i once held dear to me
replaced by wonder and discomfort, no will to go on, but just "to give in"
I’ve suffered this faith time and time again!
maybe it is my time to surrender...
to sterilize my heart, mind and soul with the press of that "restart" button
Forgetting the attempts I’ve made to get on course
erasing the pain I’ve caused and many received
renewing my heart and my love for "you"
But life does not offer such luxury!
this is the "black and white" world
No matter what you do...
how far you may go...
how much you may say "i love you"
Pain is pain, and it will always be the same
I've guarded my heart...
i feel none the wiser for letting it go again...
and now i remember the pain...
The pain i feel...
the "feel" i feel inside
"Will i ever love again"
burning even my marrow...
I’m frozen in pain
I once guarded my heart from all villains that were once in search of it
but now I’ve released the life string
I cry silently, showing no sorrow for the loss I’ve suffered
the very loss of my soul!!
all gone in my head, are the memories i once held dear to me
replaced by wonder and discomfort, no will to go on, but just "to give in"
I’ve suffered this faith time and time again!
maybe it is my time to surrender...
to sterilize my heart, mind and soul with the press of that "restart" button
Forgetting the attempts I’ve made to get on course
erasing the pain I’ve caused and many received
renewing my heart and my love for "you"
But life does not offer such luxury!
this is the "black and white" world
No matter what you do...
how far you may go...
how much you may say "i love you"
Pain is pain, and it will always be the same
I've guarded my heart...
i feel none the wiser for letting it go again...
and now i remember the pain...
The pain i feel...
the "feel" i feel inside
"Will i ever love again"
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Crying words
In the eve of my darkest hour
I write to you my love
bringing to bare the fruits of my labor, my thoughts and my love.
For it is not the moment we first kissed
Nor the moment we first loved
but the moments we grow within it!
Cast before me are the shadows of dim
the worries of yester-year
and the grey of today.
But to you my love, i write to seek peace in sorrow
to you my love i write to draw you near
even nearer than memory
I wish to write your tender touch within my palm
or to write the feel of your lips on mine
to write your close embrace of warmth about my body
or to write the feeling we have inside.
In the eve of my darkest hour my love,
i wish it were not you that precedes it
nor you that brings it!
nor you that abounds it!
Within the eve of my darkest hour my love...
i wish to dispell it!
i seek to find the light inside
i fight to keep the love alive
and write to you my love...
After...
I write to you my love
bringing to bare the fruits of my labor, my thoughts and my love.
For it is not the moment we first kissed
Nor the moment we first loved
but the moments we grow within it!
Cast before me are the shadows of dim
the worries of yester-year
and the grey of today.
But to you my love, i write to seek peace in sorrow
to you my love i write to draw you near
even nearer than memory
I wish to write your tender touch within my palm
or to write the feel of your lips on mine
to write your close embrace of warmth about my body
or to write the feeling we have inside.
In the eve of my darkest hour my love,
i wish it were not you that precedes it
nor you that brings it!
nor you that abounds it!
Within the eve of my darkest hour my love...
i wish to dispell it!
i seek to find the light inside
i fight to keep the love alive
and write to you my love...
After...
Monday, September 28, 2009
Silver ink
It is the darkest of times, the brightest lights emerge.
Even in the bowels of sorrow and pain, the happiest joy is birthed.
The writers cage tightens, as all is no longer well within his mind.
The canvas has gotten rougher, resisting all mediums suggested.
The still small voice becomes hard the hear, the thuds and bellows replace the peace within, sparking embryos of dark seedlings fighting to burst forth.
The ditch is at its deepest! Voices rake the dulldrum feeding error to further continuance, further scraping the residue testing my core!
No longer can this persist!
No longer can tears beyond the stars rest as dew betwixt my locks
The constant rhythm rides!
Ya! The rhyme chimes but no line has been found about this world
Cast thy self about the clouds
Write the silver that lines them
Heed the call, lest the rain fall
And fall they will
Even in the bowels of sorrow and pain, the happiest joy is birthed.
The writers cage tightens, as all is no longer well within his mind.
The canvas has gotten rougher, resisting all mediums suggested.
The still small voice becomes hard the hear, the thuds and bellows replace the peace within, sparking embryos of dark seedlings fighting to burst forth.
The ditch is at its deepest! Voices rake the dulldrum feeding error to further continuance, further scraping the residue testing my core!
No longer can this persist!
No longer can tears beyond the stars rest as dew betwixt my locks
The constant rhythm rides!
Ya! The rhyme chimes but no line has been found about this world
Cast thy self about the clouds
Write the silver that lines them
Heed the call, lest the rain fall
And fall they will
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
If the world revolved on me
If the world revolves around me
I am therefore my own axis!
God of my world.
If the world revolves around me
I am therefore the ruler and authority
of all that lives and dies in it.
If the world revolves around me
I am therefore creator and sustainer
Marvel and wonder maker
If the world revolves around me
and you are not invited in it!
therefore you are DEAD! to me
If the world revolves around me
and you happen to be caught in the world wind
live in it, adapt to what you see and hear!
If our worlds cannot co-exist
it is my nature to consume yours for the better good
for yours not existing with mine, waste resource i need to survive
My world is ever changing, ever rolling, ever spinning!
In centuries of decades, i call the spirits of right to share my world
Some turn upon my power and are cast beyond the darkness
If the world revolves around me
never would you have been created
never would you have seen
never would you have turned to tread the soil of my earth!
Never profess to give me such power of the world
for i know the world doesn't revolve around me
because you share air with me!
For in my world...that would never be!!
I am therefore my own axis!
God of my world.
If the world revolves around me
I am therefore the ruler and authority
of all that lives and dies in it.
If the world revolves around me
I am therefore creator and sustainer
Marvel and wonder maker
If the world revolves around me
and you are not invited in it!
therefore you are DEAD! to me
If the world revolves around me
and you happen to be caught in the world wind
live in it, adapt to what you see and hear!
If our worlds cannot co-exist
it is my nature to consume yours for the better good
for yours not existing with mine, waste resource i need to survive
My world is ever changing, ever rolling, ever spinning!
In centuries of decades, i call the spirits of right to share my world
Some turn upon my power and are cast beyond the darkness
If the world revolves around me
never would you have been created
never would you have seen
never would you have turned to tread the soil of my earth!
Never profess to give me such power of the world
for i know the world doesn't revolve around me
because you share air with me!
For in my world...that would never be!!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Odyssey
I fear the scribe of love...
for scrutinizing eyes await my letters.
the window has spread it's light upon my page
I fear the cold of dark...
one crippled by it's consuming vacuum
in absence of an ear to utter my whispers
I fear the light the day...
the illumination of all secrets i once hid
now rides the rays that peer through the sky above and beyond
I wish to live the light...
transparent to every soul that beholds me
ridding myself of the shades of black and Grey
that discolour my mind and tongue
spelling...painting...impressing...
the isolation of my spirit
I'll live the life of light...
through periodic trials that line the road
the straight and narrow
Even in the light of adversity
my quest is set and resolute
that my words, thoughts and deeds ought to delight
and not ensnare
Uplift and not discourage
Praise and not blaspheme
The light of life dares to be
stretching, welcoming embrace
lending it's strength to the weak
Even from the "guttermost"...
i lift my head in light of hope
to be that light for one alike...
End this season
i seek to quell your confusion...
to answer the may questions about your head
to lend my hand momentarily to bring your heart rest.
Love was once a game i played...
no rules but mine mattered.
I strive just to hear you say your into me!
that's when the stakes grew high!
"My heart never begins
but always ends!"
Intentions never conjure; until the stage is set.
My patience always grows; and grows weary with time
Time i slip after time and time
till time is no more.
No more does my heart evade me
but more my heart tries to save me...
for never does it lead me; to where i really should be
So now! My heart wonders
for what's left of it.
You're not irrepairable
time brings healing,
but evasion with forgetfulness brings a miracle!
I am like the seasons...
Periodic like the waves that washes the shores
Heed the guidance of the stars never believe the moon
The overwhelming light blinds your sight
from the stars that plots your journey
I was a season!
Much like spring
But even flowers have withered
to birth new bloom and petal
"Sprung may not be the same as yesterday;
but spring will return! Inevitably
i sought to quell your confusion
my hand lent to guide thee free
the door and key is before you...
This season has ended abruptly
for thee and thee only
and YES!! it's not easy...nobody said it would be
this spring has ended
and the new spring unfortunately won't be...
to answer the may questions about your head
to lend my hand momentarily to bring your heart rest.
Love was once a game i played...
no rules but mine mattered.
I strive just to hear you say your into me!
that's when the stakes grew high!
"My heart never begins
but always ends!"
Intentions never conjure; until the stage is set.
My patience always grows; and grows weary with time
Time i slip after time and time
till time is no more.
No more does my heart evade me
but more my heart tries to save me...
for never does it lead me; to where i really should be
So now! My heart wonders
for what's left of it.
You're not irrepairable
time brings healing,
but evasion with forgetfulness brings a miracle!
I am like the seasons...
Periodic like the waves that washes the shores
Heed the guidance of the stars never believe the moon
The overwhelming light blinds your sight
from the stars that plots your journey
I was a season!
Much like spring
But even flowers have withered
to birth new bloom and petal
"Sprung may not be the same as yesterday;
but spring will return! Inevitably
i sought to quell your confusion
my hand lent to guide thee free
the door and key is before you...
This season has ended abruptly
for thee and thee only
and YES!! it's not easy...nobody said it would be
this spring has ended
and the new spring unfortunately won't be...
Perry 18
Can i lend it!
If i ever had! I may have!
I may have lent it without getting it back
I speak of my...
My...smell of a scent in the room
and my thought about it!
Coupled with the skin upon it!
and the clothes that wear it!
Can i lend it?
can i ever get it back?
I speak of...
the body about it!
The taste that goes with it!
The desire the rises from it!
Coupled with the figure around it!
Can i...lend it?
If i ever did...would you keep it?
I speak of...
the feeling about it!
The peace among it!
the stare from it!
Can i...smell it?
and if i do one more time...
Could i resist it?
If i ever had! I may have!
I may have lent it without getting it back
I speak of my...
My...smell of a scent in the room
and my thought about it!
Coupled with the skin upon it!
and the clothes that wear it!
Can i lend it?
can i ever get it back?
I speak of...
the body about it!
The taste that goes with it!
The desire the rises from it!
Coupled with the figure around it!
Can i...lend it?
If i ever did...would you keep it?
I speak of...
the feeling about it!
The peace among it!
the stare from it!
Can i...smell it?
and if i do one more time...
Could i resist it?
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Confession1
It is one thing to have you!
it is another not to...
it can never go unnoticed...
never go unsaid...
We say we love! but do we really?
has it never pricked your mind, the moment those words leave your lips?
we say we can never live without! but haven't we?
so if we do! why is it so so so hard to hold onto..." "
where does the greed grip?
"I know! why do the questions drip!"
but think upon this...
"can I make time for another?"
My heart aches!
thinking is just as worse as doing
dancing with the devil
bound by wanderers
Words escape me...
"Why?"
because they can...
what I’m trying to say is...
"I’m learning everyday to let go...
and that's all you should know..."
TRUST ME...
it is another not to...
it can never go unnoticed...
never go unsaid...
We say we love! but do we really?
has it never pricked your mind, the moment those words leave your lips?
we say we can never live without! but haven't we?
so if we do! why is it so so so hard to hold onto..." "
where does the greed grip?
"I know! why do the questions drip!"
but think upon this...
"can I make time for another?"
My heart aches!
thinking is just as worse as doing
dancing with the devil
bound by wanderers
Words escape me...
"Why?"
because they can...
what I’m trying to say is...
"I’m learning everyday to let go...
and that's all you should know..."
TRUST ME...
Thinkin'...
Floating...
The wind dances among and about your....
Swaying...
a feeling I’ve never shared with you!
simply cause time and space never permitted
Mixed...
Added feelings of this and that, moves and stops
Apprehension and intention
Patient...
feeding on the absence, racing my blood for "hypes" and "highs" sake
Starving...
Absence is not enough, gripping on sheets and flesh in my head
pulling my locks to fight the feeling...going out of my mind!!
Drowsy...
holding my breath and exhaling only to catch slipping life through my nostrils
where have i gone with this...?
Thinking...
Ever so constantly...
....
....
....
....
....
Mahal Kita
The wind dances among and about your....
Swaying...
a feeling I’ve never shared with you!
simply cause time and space never permitted
Mixed...
Added feelings of this and that, moves and stops
Apprehension and intention
Patient...
feeding on the absence, racing my blood for "hypes" and "highs" sake
Starving...
Absence is not enough, gripping on sheets and flesh in my head
pulling my locks to fight the feeling...going out of my mind!!
Drowsy...
holding my breath and exhaling only to catch slipping life through my nostrils
where have i gone with this...?
Thinking...
Ever so constantly...
....
....
....
....
....
Mahal Kita
Rolling
In the stillness, trouble lurks
some thoughts clash in mid air, searching for a place to rest it's restless head
Like a bird flying in a room of blue, circling in what may seem to be sky
finding no way to call "out!"
That's how the gloom and blue surrounds you!
Where the impressions have been made, apologies have been served
Time and time, over and over..."SORRY!" just can't do this time
Peering into eyes that can never forgive...
the body was breathless, emotionless, unresponsive
What does one do?
How does one start over?
If time could've been reversed...
I'm afraid you'd still be in the gloom and blue that surrounds you!
This time, renouncing "3" instances that had mutual sentiments
Where can one go?
When can one get off?
Believing in destiny still, but can we never make this go away?!
Erase the records, just play erase
wipe it clean among your thoughts...
Go opposite!...Just ROLL ON!
some thoughts clash in mid air, searching for a place to rest it's restless head
Like a bird flying in a room of blue, circling in what may seem to be sky
finding no way to call "out!"
That's how the gloom and blue surrounds you!
Where the impressions have been made, apologies have been served
Time and time, over and over..."SORRY!" just can't do this time
Peering into eyes that can never forgive...
the body was breathless, emotionless, unresponsive
What does one do?
How does one start over?
If time could've been reversed...
I'm afraid you'd still be in the gloom and blue that surrounds you!
This time, renouncing "3" instances that had mutual sentiments
Where can one go?
When can one get off?
Believing in destiny still, but can we never make this go away?!
Erase the records, just play erase
wipe it clean among your thoughts...
Go opposite!...Just ROLL ON!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The Speechless poet
The many moons and suns have melted on top of my head
Locking my memory towards the day of all days
I length…the loss of breath and sound beholds me!
The day that has melted and formed no speech
The final steps are single
Flowing graciously amidst fashioned trees
Lined with sanctity and purity
The smiling bride blinds me with her glow
My locks play strings to sing the melody of memory
But stuck to strum only one…
A sharp…flat…mute chord
That will never feel the touch of music
No words have gathered
No thoughts conjured
The speechless poet is in awe of time
A priceless moment awaits me
As my words escape before my heart stops beating
And the lump emerges in my throat
As tears shale my lips to a shiver
But still!! No sound is made
As the tear may fall
It drops only to silently say…
I…
WISH….
IT…
WERE…
…
No words still! While questions linger
But just awe! And more awe!
Silent…very silent!
Etching upon the tablet of my aching, joyful
Yet subtly hurting heart
My gift is quiet, humble and teary
The silent, speechless poet will write to many morrows
In ode to risking love for mud
In warning for young lovers
Speechless…
but written for speeches of others
I give you my voice in word!
Speak for me!
Speak for the speechless poet!
Locking my memory towards the day of all days
I length…the loss of breath and sound beholds me!
The day that has melted and formed no speech
The final steps are single
Flowing graciously amidst fashioned trees
Lined with sanctity and purity
The smiling bride blinds me with her glow
My locks play strings to sing the melody of memory
But stuck to strum only one…
A sharp…flat…mute chord
That will never feel the touch of music
No words have gathered
No thoughts conjured
The speechless poet is in awe of time
A priceless moment awaits me
As my words escape before my heart stops beating
And the lump emerges in my throat
As tears shale my lips to a shiver
But still!! No sound is made
As the tear may fall
It drops only to silently say…
I…
WISH….
IT…
WERE…
…
No words still! While questions linger
But just awe! And more awe!
Silent…very silent!
Etching upon the tablet of my aching, joyful
Yet subtly hurting heart
My gift is quiet, humble and teary
The silent, speechless poet will write to many morrows
In ode to risking love for mud
In warning for young lovers
Speechless…
but written for speeches of others
I give you my voice in word!
Speak for me!
Speak for the speechless poet!
Monday, August 17, 2009
My want...my plight
Confined and convicted
I stood among the piercing eyes
Of those who accused me!
The hazy shadows of gleaming eyes
Rusty fingers and growls of argue
Quickly blacked the light of hope
Hopping about my head
The mist of fury crawled against the ground
Clutching my feet; numbing all leads of escape
Cruel winds chill my spine
My skin imploded!
Shooting blister like a freak rash spreading all about
This was not catered for!
The consequences grew rapid
Banking into my space
The hazy shadows drew closer!
All eyes grew wilder! Greener! And brighter
I heard the nuance of my own voice…
Ringing like mass bells!
Growing louder and louder in my ear!
I cast my sight through the mist
And saw a hand clutching at my head!
Falling to the ground heavily
I see repetitions of my demeanor
Millions of “me’s” snatching at my body
With each pull, they tear my flesh
Making me weaker
The demons I swore I renounced came 7 times stronger!
Boxing me about the cloudy field
My angle of untold secrets
molds of cunning mantras
patient vows and malicious lies
all in want of what I took…
“Flesh!”
My sickness manifested and fed off itself
Finally attempting to kill the disease that has rendered me helpless
This is the plight of the wanting man!
Lying silent for the blood of virgins
Drinking deeply from broken cisterns
Accuser, judge and jury of his death sentence
“My want!!...My plight!”
I stood among the piercing eyes
Of those who accused me!
The hazy shadows of gleaming eyes
Rusty fingers and growls of argue
Quickly blacked the light of hope
Hopping about my head
The mist of fury crawled against the ground
Clutching my feet; numbing all leads of escape
Cruel winds chill my spine
My skin imploded!
Shooting blister like a freak rash spreading all about
This was not catered for!
The consequences grew rapid
Banking into my space
The hazy shadows drew closer!
All eyes grew wilder! Greener! And brighter
I heard the nuance of my own voice…
Ringing like mass bells!
Growing louder and louder in my ear!
I cast my sight through the mist
And saw a hand clutching at my head!
Falling to the ground heavily
I see repetitions of my demeanor
Millions of “me’s” snatching at my body
With each pull, they tear my flesh
Making me weaker
The demons I swore I renounced came 7 times stronger!
Boxing me about the cloudy field
My angle of untold secrets
molds of cunning mantras
patient vows and malicious lies
all in want of what I took…
“Flesh!”
My sickness manifested and fed off itself
Finally attempting to kill the disease that has rendered me helpless
This is the plight of the wanting man!
Lying silent for the blood of virgins
Drinking deeply from broken cisterns
Accuser, judge and jury of his death sentence
“My want!!...My plight!”
Imagine
Between the halved door
And the bat of her eyelids
10,000 images climbed the window
and rained hard blood while raising the dead
All at once; that image wreaked havoc…
Nails like no iron; sparked fires beyond infernos
Splitting mud wide open,
Streaking soft expressions of sweetness
Dictating love letters all over the back that sends the pressure
It’s the silence of the language
that grabs and grips the essence of speeches
the bud and the bee finds harmony
in the scent of sunrise; even the softest of rains floods the deepest desires.
So she’s painted again!
Over and over again
Some in skin; some in fantasy
The body! Never touched with hands of flesh
It’s that feeling that’s so real
All in the head across seas and rivers
As the planets align
Heavens ride the rings, birthing many more moons and rivers
Letting pure nature flow
Enjoying every drip of sweat that falls from the brow
As wonderers soak the air of anxiety
and wait among the clouds for silver ribbed rings
so is that pause in the time
exhaling loudly, when reality
fills space and all will be had
And the bat of her eyelids
10,000 images climbed the window
and rained hard blood while raising the dead
All at once; that image wreaked havoc…
Nails like no iron; sparked fires beyond infernos
Splitting mud wide open,
Streaking soft expressions of sweetness
Dictating love letters all over the back that sends the pressure
It’s the silence of the language
that grabs and grips the essence of speeches
the bud and the bee finds harmony
in the scent of sunrise; even the softest of rains floods the deepest desires.
So she’s painted again!
Over and over again
Some in skin; some in fantasy
The body! Never touched with hands of flesh
It’s that feeling that’s so real
All in the head across seas and rivers
As the planets align
Heavens ride the rings, birthing many more moons and rivers
Letting pure nature flow
Enjoying every drip of sweat that falls from the brow
As wonderers soak the air of anxiety
and wait among the clouds for silver ribbed rings
so is that pause in the time
exhaling loudly, when reality
fills space and all will be had
Through the eyes of Jah
Through de eyes of Jah!
We stand as one in another
Unveiling the secrets of life in its true form
With daily expressions of love.
I hear the message clear as loud brass
From the heart of Rasta!
Creeding for peace despite our colour
Joining hands with another
A united body towards the future
Look post wraps in culture cloth
Be not distracted by the scent of my levity
But feed on the words that proceed from my mouth
“Unity! Peace! Love! All equals life!
GOOD LIFE!
Drop the hyphens and let’s depend on one another
Find one another in one another
We are first humans before colour
First spirits, before persons
First understanding, before divided!”
The message burnt the ears of all in the room…
Sinking further and further down to consciousness
That core that forgets race and emulates truth
The basis of humanism and social consciousness
The revolution is looped!
Like a broken record to get you
Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
On the message of change
Let’s race forward and not apart
The words from the lacks of a head of grey
Soaked as oil upon my Maine
It was the message, not the messenger…
From the mouth of Rasta!
To the heart of diversity
Understanding in one accordTo share and change from the mouth of multiples
We stand as one in another
Unveiling the secrets of life in its true form
With daily expressions of love.
I hear the message clear as loud brass
From the heart of Rasta!
Creeding for peace despite our colour
Joining hands with another
A united body towards the future
Look post wraps in culture cloth
Be not distracted by the scent of my levity
But feed on the words that proceed from my mouth
“Unity! Peace! Love! All equals life!
GOOD LIFE!
Drop the hyphens and let’s depend on one another
Find one another in one another
We are first humans before colour
First spirits, before persons
First understanding, before divided!”
The message burnt the ears of all in the room…
Sinking further and further down to consciousness
That core that forgets race and emulates truth
The basis of humanism and social consciousness
The revolution is looped!
Like a broken record to get you
Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
On the message of change
Let’s race forward and not apart
The words from the lacks of a head of grey
Soaked as oil upon my Maine
It was the message, not the messenger…
From the mouth of Rasta!
To the heart of diversity
Understanding in one accordTo share and change from the mouth of multiples
Powdery Sweet
Powdery sweet
Flavoured honey like beads of…
Rest upon the brow building up to break the dam of hair to scent the cheek
The caress that holds no hands but hugs noses…
Foreheads brace to mix the powdery sweet talcum
Kissing stares adds fun to the memory…
“Tonight is good night!”
Quietly hearts beating in unison and all is well…
Flavoured honey like beads of…
Rest upon the brow building up to break the dam of hair to scent the cheek
The caress that holds no hands but hugs noses…
Foreheads brace to mix the powdery sweet talcum
Kissing stares adds fun to the memory…
“Tonight is good night!”
Quietly hearts beating in unison and all is well…
The Cluster
The cluster of thoughts births hope and revelation
The twins that grow about you…
This was supposed to be poetry
But it’s more like a journal entry!
Nothing profound comes to mind!
Just the truth and fact of my feelings
NO! it’s not gonna be a chronicle
But w window in which I jump through to release me!
The days melt into one another
As I allow myself to float away!
There has to be somewhere I’m going with this
And I hope I’ll get to the point real quick!
But if you don’t realize the feeling of me
That’s jumping at you with every word!
Then you’re just like me!
The cluster of thoughts birth hope and revelation
The twins that grow apart
Those… or should I say these words
Seek a revelation and hope the birth of thoughts that are not clustered
The twins that grow about you…
This was supposed to be poetry
But it’s more like a journal entry!
Nothing profound comes to mind!
Just the truth and fact of my feelings
NO! it’s not gonna be a chronicle
But w window in which I jump through to release me!
The days melt into one another
As I allow myself to float away!
There has to be somewhere I’m going with this
And I hope I’ll get to the point real quick!
But if you don’t realize the feeling of me
That’s jumping at you with every word!
Then you’re just like me!
The cluster of thoughts birth hope and revelation
The twins that grow apart
Those… or should I say these words
Seek a revelation and hope the birth of thoughts that are not clustered
Angry
I’m angry…
I’m tired…
Why waste what you got…
Settle for anything, just trying to get by
Because things lil’ brown
I’m angry…
I’m tired…
Spoiling the populous cause you stopped dreaming
Whatever happened to the fight I put in you
That conscious that speaks right
I’m angry…
And I’m tired of your sorry ass keeping people in the Stone Age!
Encouraging their ignorance and spreading it like wild fire!
What happened to the teach?
What happened to the dare?
What happened to the consistence?
I’m angry…and I’m so… so…tired of you old timers!
I ain’t gonna paint my face and shake bones round a grave for nobody!
What’s dead is gone!
Learn from it! Build on it!
DON’T…….. LINGER!
I’m angry and I’m tired
Cause we know better! And would do better!
But not for our own!
The colour of my skin and the twist of my tongue can’t budge you
cause you think I can’t do it!
EAT THIS!! My top hat and jacket
with straight pants and leather shoes
was lost in the airstrip I used to come back
to teach you the plans they use to enslave you!
The words they use to make you think you’re ugly and dumb and stupid
The food they feed you to slow you down and sit before the idiot box
to kiss their asses more and more!
I’m angry…and I’m tired!
Cause you’re not listening to the message I preach
“Change your eyes! See the light!
It’s not rebellion… just empowerment for the better good of all generations to follows…”
I’m angry! And I’m tired
Tired fighting to teach you
Tired choking you to get it all through your thick skull
I’m angry and I’m tired cause
I would’ve scared myself to much
To stand when glory comes!
I’m angry…cause i may die angry
I’m tired to even hope for the change
Still I live…In light of being happy
By angering others to carry this message on!GET ANGRY!!!
I’m tired…
Why waste what you got…
Settle for anything, just trying to get by
Because things lil’ brown
I’m angry…
I’m tired…
Spoiling the populous cause you stopped dreaming
Whatever happened to the fight I put in you
That conscious that speaks right
I’m angry…
And I’m tired of your sorry ass keeping people in the Stone Age!
Encouraging their ignorance and spreading it like wild fire!
What happened to the teach?
What happened to the dare?
What happened to the consistence?
I’m angry…and I’m so… so…tired of you old timers!
I ain’t gonna paint my face and shake bones round a grave for nobody!
What’s dead is gone!
Learn from it! Build on it!
DON’T…….. LINGER!
I’m angry and I’m tired
Cause we know better! And would do better!
But not for our own!
The colour of my skin and the twist of my tongue can’t budge you
cause you think I can’t do it!
EAT THIS!! My top hat and jacket
with straight pants and leather shoes
was lost in the airstrip I used to come back
to teach you the plans they use to enslave you!
The words they use to make you think you’re ugly and dumb and stupid
The food they feed you to slow you down and sit before the idiot box
to kiss their asses more and more!
I’m angry…and I’m tired!
Cause you’re not listening to the message I preach
“Change your eyes! See the light!
It’s not rebellion… just empowerment for the better good of all generations to follows…”
I’m angry! And I’m tired
Tired fighting to teach you
Tired choking you to get it all through your thick skull
I’m angry and I’m tired cause
I would’ve scared myself to much
To stand when glory comes!
I’m angry…cause i may die angry
I’m tired to even hope for the change
Still I live…In light of being happy
By angering others to carry this message on!GET ANGRY!!!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My mind 4-5/7/09
Our irresponsibility as a people is the noose that draws ever so tightly around our society. The mere fact that we know the perpetrators and henchmen that drive this country to its knees, lending to the debt unborn generations will have to pay, serves testimony to the fact that we do not care any longer.
WE! (the people) are the ones that builds up and breaks down ANY and ALL norms, fads, trends, governments, and societal expectations, world wide...
THE PEOPLE are the masters and these aforementioned are by products or even servants!!
The moment things go out of sorts, is the moment we forfeit our posts as custodians of the land,
settling only for temporary gain, and everlasting reprecussions through our actions...
Must we live on like this?! Blind bats, scampering at every sound that's made, flying in the other direction of the light.
Are we going to re enslave ourselves, maim ourselves, and isolate ourselves, thinking it will do "them" harm?
We've survived as a people, the hardest times and the toughest seasons!
we've been able to learn from our mistakes...there's nothing new under the sun!!
The people united, is the driving and holding force of a free and fair society...
Words to think upon!
There will be martyrs!! no one has ever been born knowing their faith, but it is decided upon as time progresses
The other hand that helps to clap, makes the difference! not the idle mouth that is quick to persecute.
No longer does the colour of our skin divide us...but the allegiance to a symbol
This nation MUST see the death of many, many that are needed DEAD!! many that were never supposed to die, but rather would've died for the cause of a better GUYANA...
The time draws near...TRIBAL WAR awaits us
I urge you!! "Make it right with the father!"
Numbers will fall...and yet again GUYANA WILL RISE!!
WE! (the people) are the ones that builds up and breaks down ANY and ALL norms, fads, trends, governments, and societal expectations, world wide...
THE PEOPLE are the masters and these aforementioned are by products or even servants!!
The moment things go out of sorts, is the moment we forfeit our posts as custodians of the land,
settling only for temporary gain, and everlasting reprecussions through our actions...
Must we live on like this?! Blind bats, scampering at every sound that's made, flying in the other direction of the light.
Are we going to re enslave ourselves, maim ourselves, and isolate ourselves, thinking it will do "them" harm?
We've survived as a people, the hardest times and the toughest seasons!
we've been able to learn from our mistakes...there's nothing new under the sun!!
The people united, is the driving and holding force of a free and fair society...
Words to think upon!
There will be martyrs!! no one has ever been born knowing their faith, but it is decided upon as time progresses
The other hand that helps to clap, makes the difference! not the idle mouth that is quick to persecute.
No longer does the colour of our skin divide us...but the allegiance to a symbol
This nation MUST see the death of many, many that are needed DEAD!! many that were never supposed to die, but rather would've died for the cause of a better GUYANA...
The time draws near...TRIBAL WAR awaits us
I urge you!! "Make it right with the father!"
Numbers will fall...and yet again GUYANA WILL RISE!!
The Fury of stupidity
Lived to condone the fury of stupidity,
steering down the barrel of coming death
grinning foolishly to this demise
Spoken words that lends no comfort
intending to steer the rudder of the lost on stream
instead paving the runway towards a fast and slippery hill
Unimagined actions manifest
proceeding the calm of tongues!
what a way to go...
further down...
Never did we care?
inside we did, we made us what we are!
Lonely in the arms of the other,
even distant in the lips embrace
But for a time, this sonnet plays on
the melody once sweeter, dies down in tempo and tune
strings go missing...chords peer off
This love!...this music that has been undone
fuels the mystifying fire of lust
burns the unconsumed flesh
chars the blackest of skin...
i wish the ashes of this fire...
the charcoal of this fury to paint you the brightest day
Monotone! to resemble life itself...
Light and dark...black and white...Good and evil
To fester repulsive forces
to disintegrate perceptions and false promises
to remain steadfast according to the cosmos
To never have to look life in the face
and be sentenced to death eternal
to escape the fury of stupidity
steering down the barrel of coming death
grinning foolishly to this demise
Spoken words that lends no comfort
intending to steer the rudder of the lost on stream
instead paving the runway towards a fast and slippery hill
Unimagined actions manifest
proceeding the calm of tongues!
what a way to go...
further down...
Never did we care?
inside we did, we made us what we are!
Lonely in the arms of the other,
even distant in the lips embrace
But for a time, this sonnet plays on
the melody once sweeter, dies down in tempo and tune
strings go missing...chords peer off
This love!...this music that has been undone
fuels the mystifying fire of lust
burns the unconsumed flesh
chars the blackest of skin...
i wish the ashes of this fire...
the charcoal of this fury to paint you the brightest day
Monotone! to resemble life itself...
Light and dark...black and white...Good and evil
To fester repulsive forces
to disintegrate perceptions and false promises
to remain steadfast according to the cosmos
To never have to look life in the face
and be sentenced to death eternal
to escape the fury of stupidity
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Back Black
The tears of my forefathers woke me...
Constant bawling after whips of fury cascaded their backs
squeezed in piss and blood, nightly meals of feces served out of my great great great great aunts bottom
Night mares became dreams,
Death would pass their soiled hands
already bound in shackles
the humm of the blood drum; as it comes to a bubbling simmer
beneath the sea floors, where many found peace at long last
as distant fury raged on! in the hearts, minds and eyes of this trades survivors...
Momma raped dry of her precious jewels
scourged repeatedly, till she falls to her weaken knees...
"But it's amazing how we never die!"
Some 171 years ago...
white met black eye to eye
set us free!
Made us lose!!
Tell me!
are we that blind to see, that chains are no longer slavery?
Massa seh: Give them their bodies; but we keep their minds!
Simple matter resolved!!
Massa knows the strength of the black hand
The joint unity of love in us, drives fear to his core!
That's why he hides our face from one another...
consistently beating the war drums amongst our own
gnawing at our culture, and home
selling us the fancies of foreign worlds
teaching us the mother lands tongue
brain washing our expected generations
deliberately leaving out history, so they become as white as them!
But this is not a sad song
nor is it a rebellion call!
This drum my brothers!
This drum my sisters
is a melody...
that will play softly...
beyond time, beyond this world
"Do suh!..nah like so!"
Tek wha dem teach...
hear wha dem preach!...
Learn it!
and use it...
FOR! NOT AGAINST!
To rebuild our empires!
To groom our young...
To be black again, not by shade, but by plan
Take my hand...
We goin back to the mother land
Constant bawling after whips of fury cascaded their backs
squeezed in piss and blood, nightly meals of feces served out of my great great great great aunts bottom
Night mares became dreams,
Death would pass their soiled hands
already bound in shackles
the humm of the blood drum; as it comes to a bubbling simmer
beneath the sea floors, where many found peace at long last
as distant fury raged on! in the hearts, minds and eyes of this trades survivors...
Momma raped dry of her precious jewels
scourged repeatedly, till she falls to her weaken knees...
"But it's amazing how we never die!"
Some 171 years ago...
white met black eye to eye
set us free!
Made us lose!!
Tell me!
are we that blind to see, that chains are no longer slavery?
Massa seh: Give them their bodies; but we keep their minds!
Simple matter resolved!!
Massa knows the strength of the black hand
The joint unity of love in us, drives fear to his core!
That's why he hides our face from one another...
consistently beating the war drums amongst our own
gnawing at our culture, and home
selling us the fancies of foreign worlds
teaching us the mother lands tongue
brain washing our expected generations
deliberately leaving out history, so they become as white as them!
But this is not a sad song
nor is it a rebellion call!
This drum my brothers!
This drum my sisters
is a melody...
that will play softly...
beyond time, beyond this world
"Do suh!..nah like so!"
Tek wha dem teach...
hear wha dem preach!...
Learn it!
and use it...
FOR! NOT AGAINST!
To rebuild our empires!
To groom our young...
To be black again, not by shade, but by plan
Take my hand...
We goin back to the mother land
Monday, July 13, 2009
The first time
It was that first time
she could never quite get that feeling
No matter how much she gives it up!
Repeating the same strokes and positions
the feeling just ain't the same as the first!
That first time she was forced to lay and not disobey the commanding voice over her
that first time she found out where things go as they grow!
and how hard life can really get!
that first time she didn't hop on a roller coaster!
bet felt dizzy just the same!Screaming and gripping at everything thing in her reach
"I wanna get off this thing!"
That first time she got that filling sensation on an empty stomach
drinking the juice of sweat and spit!
That first time she was flung and hung
bounced and rammed all over the room
and bleed from one cut
It was that first time she'd never forget the scent and colour of violation
the squeeze and grip of platonic love gone wrong!
The grin and eyes of her bother leaving the room...
It's the first time she layed there...
the stillness fills the room..
silence deafens her and knocks her senseless
never to return again!
It was that first time
she went in search of it
trying to get her worth back...
she had to find it...
The only way she can come clean again
that first time turned dozens and scores
defeating all whores, cause she's queen bitch with a ROAR!!
But it just wasn't quite the same!
LIKE THAT FIRST TIME!
that cynical love that tripped her unconscious
There had to be another she can contain and make him make her back!
Break her back! Slap her back!
Jam her back to that first time...
Addicted to pain; that's worst than cocaine, she numbed herself...
Grooving to the rhythm of life as the tune is stuck in her head like a broken record!
"AH! AH! AH! SHH AH!"
It's since 15 that first time!
now 25 throwing another one down the drain...
never can she maintain her own flesh and blood because of "Dick - Shun"
It's that first time she longs for
time that can never be repeated
she'll always be mistreated till her breath is no more!
It was that first time he took her soul away!
she never thought he'd do such a thing
Now! she's at his door...
"YES!! the pretty little whore you've made me"
She grabs him; knife in hand
"take me back! Give me my soul again!"
He trembles! his shoes get wet...
looking into the eyes of a wonderer near her quest freedom
it was that first time...
"AHH! AHHH!! AHHHH!! shhhh ahhhhh.....
that record played to the end...
she could never quite get that feeling
No matter how much she gives it up!
Repeating the same strokes and positions
the feeling just ain't the same as the first!
That first time she was forced to lay and not disobey the commanding voice over her
that first time she found out where things go as they grow!
and how hard life can really get!
that first time she didn't hop on a roller coaster!
bet felt dizzy just the same!Screaming and gripping at everything thing in her reach
"I wanna get off this thing!"
That first time she got that filling sensation on an empty stomach
drinking the juice of sweat and spit!
That first time she was flung and hung
bounced and rammed all over the room
and bleed from one cut
It was that first time she'd never forget the scent and colour of violation
the squeeze and grip of platonic love gone wrong!
The grin and eyes of her bother leaving the room...
It's the first time she layed there...
the stillness fills the room..
silence deafens her and knocks her senseless
never to return again!
It was that first time
she went in search of it
trying to get her worth back...
she had to find it...
The only way she can come clean again
that first time turned dozens and scores
defeating all whores, cause she's queen bitch with a ROAR!!
But it just wasn't quite the same!
LIKE THAT FIRST TIME!
that cynical love that tripped her unconscious
There had to be another she can contain and make him make her back!
Break her back! Slap her back!
Jam her back to that first time...
Addicted to pain; that's worst than cocaine, she numbed herself...
Grooving to the rhythm of life as the tune is stuck in her head like a broken record!
"AH! AH! AH! SHH AH!"
It's since 15 that first time!
now 25 throwing another one down the drain...
never can she maintain her own flesh and blood because of "Dick - Shun"
It's that first time she longs for
time that can never be repeated
she'll always be mistreated till her breath is no more!
It was that first time he took her soul away!
she never thought he'd do such a thing
Now! she's at his door...
"YES!! the pretty little whore you've made me"
She grabs him; knife in hand
"take me back! Give me my soul again!"
He trembles! his shoes get wet...
looking into the eyes of a wonderer near her quest freedom
it was that first time...
"AHH! AHHH!! AHHHH!! shhhh ahhhhh.....
that record played to the end...
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Confucianism, 1 Ching Great Commentary 1.8.6
"Life leads the thoughtful man on a path of many windings.
Now the course is checked, now it runs straight again.
Here winged thoughts may pour freely forth in words,
There the heavy burden of knowledge must be shut away in silence.
But when two people are at one in their inmost hearts,
they shatter even the strength of iron or of bronze
And when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts,
their words are sweet and strong like the fragrance of orchids"
Now the course is checked, now it runs straight again.
Here winged thoughts may pour freely forth in words,
There the heavy burden of knowledge must be shut away in silence.
But when two people are at one in their inmost hearts,
they shatter even the strength of iron or of bronze
And when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts,
their words are sweet and strong like the fragrance of orchids"
From..."2"
Another form of expression from a friend of mine!! thought i'd share this one as well...have fun read this voice...[Leonidas]
A stare that'll make you "cum" if you dare indulge
a smirk that'll keep you wondering, begging for answers.
the journey to a man's heart is sometimes cold and lonely,
strange and you gotta stay holy!
For the best of them, that is! if you truly want the best,
better than the rest.
Sweet his lips,
tender his eyes,
slender hiw frame
and affirmative his tool
He could make you drool for the best of him...
but leave that for the rest of them and just conquer
The test of him!!"
A stare that'll make you "cum" if you dare indulge
a smirk that'll keep you wondering, begging for answers.
the journey to a man's heart is sometimes cold and lonely,
strange and you gotta stay holy!
For the best of them, that is! if you truly want the best,
better than the rest.
Sweet his lips,
tender his eyes,
slender hiw frame
and affirmative his tool
He could make you drool for the best of him...
but leave that for the rest of them and just conquer
The test of him!!"
From...
This is not my writtings, instead i was just the inspiration for the writting, (or so i was told) thought i would share it...enjoy [Leonidas]
I really can't stand the likes of you,
your chizzled face, your bright eyes, your horrible lips
your cocky charm, your egotistical upright stance
your confidence, your gentleness, your weaknesses for pleasure in sight
sound and touch
YOU! i can't stand You...
Yes! You
You i can't love you!
I really can't stand the likes of you,
your chizzled face, your bright eyes, your horrible lips
your cocky charm, your egotistical upright stance
your confidence, your gentleness, your weaknesses for pleasure in sight
sound and touch
YOU! i can't stand You...
Yes! You
You i can't love you!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Pretender
You know you know me...
you trips on your own ego...
your stiletto heels get wrapped round your own expectations...
then you strut your stuff across the room lying to yourself;
the fact you never saw me...
But it's ok! i never did see you
cause you never existed to me
You know you know me
you chip on your own swollen head
your curl only serves as your own hindrance
trying to "glance and miss" the fact i'n in your line of sight
Not being the first to say anything!
but you wanna be noticed!
But it's ok! i never did see you
cause you never existed to me
You know you know me
i know i know you too...
two can play that game!
i'm not losing anything when it's my turn
But it's ok! I never did met you
cause you never introduced yourself to me
You can never escape me!
i'll always be there!
your actions is just smoke and mirrors
But i am that mirror that shows you who you really are...
I wish i weren't your reflection
...pretender...but it's ok! i wish i weren't me either
you trips on your own ego...
your stiletto heels get wrapped round your own expectations...
then you strut your stuff across the room lying to yourself;
the fact you never saw me...
But it's ok! i never did see you
cause you never existed to me
You know you know me
you chip on your own swollen head
your curl only serves as your own hindrance
trying to "glance and miss" the fact i'n in your line of sight
Not being the first to say anything!
but you wanna be noticed!
But it's ok! i never did see you
cause you never existed to me
You know you know me
i know i know you too...
two can play that game!
i'm not losing anything when it's my turn
But it's ok! I never did met you
cause you never introduced yourself to me
You can never escape me!
i'll always be there!
your actions is just smoke and mirrors
But i am that mirror that shows you who you really are...
I wish i weren't your reflection
...pretender...but it's ok! i wish i weren't me either
Water and Oil
It was the eastern glow of the twilight the ever so gently calmed me
Amidst the gibberish, glamour and game
i found solitude in the shadow that lengthen with my pen's stroke and roll
i stretched my min to shade my face and my fear
timidly seated in a corner in open space "not the best cover for seclusion"
The brown of my eyes rode lines only steadily distracted by all the gibberish, glamour and game
"There's no place like home!"i thought!
"Oh SNAP! my shoes ain't red!" what a disappointment
Try sitting in a benhab where the whole world can see and not be seen!
ignorance is bliss...
Hidden completely in pages and ego
pretention and trying. dumb insolence and no intention to mix
Basic water and oil theory! though water has deepened in oil...
covered by it!...living by it complexities
The great escape is the window of the mind
strolling in the world you create. god of your space
Universally all knowing...straying the best of you
I love pretenders...i crave their moods and attitudes!
they never hurt to study, they only serve to better me...
Locking through their fantasy facade living the good life...
The shadow stretches and dims and fades like my thoughts about the page...
i'm both water and oil
and i was never timid!!
Amidst the gibberish, glamour and game
i found solitude in the shadow that lengthen with my pen's stroke and roll
i stretched my min to shade my face and my fear
timidly seated in a corner in open space "not the best cover for seclusion"
The brown of my eyes rode lines only steadily distracted by all the gibberish, glamour and game
"There's no place like home!"i thought!
"Oh SNAP! my shoes ain't red!" what a disappointment
Try sitting in a benhab where the whole world can see and not be seen!
ignorance is bliss...
Hidden completely in pages and ego
pretention and trying. dumb insolence and no intention to mix
Basic water and oil theory! though water has deepened in oil...
covered by it!...living by it complexities
The great escape is the window of the mind
strolling in the world you create. god of your space
Universally all knowing...straying the best of you
I love pretenders...i crave their moods and attitudes!
they never hurt to study, they only serve to better me...
Locking through their fantasy facade living the good life...
The shadow stretches and dims and fades like my thoughts about the page...
i'm both water and oil
and i was never timid!!
Black Wings
Black wings on the winds of your aura cylindrically drifting on this natural high
fading to and fro; hither and thither
feeding off this incess
Misery holds company
speaking rhythmically in this space that once lived
asking permission to hold you forever
to lay there motionless in the black wings' haven
Ever floating, ever sailing, ever roaming
mounting on the winds of your seamless flat line
The road that leads to no morrow
today! your last! FOREVER!
Black wings...they hover!
fading to and fro; hither and thither
feeding off this incess
Misery holds company
speaking rhythmically in this space that once lived
asking permission to hold you forever
to lay there motionless in the black wings' haven
Ever floating, ever sailing, ever roaming
mounting on the winds of your seamless flat line
The road that leads to no morrow
today! your last! FOREVER!
Black wings...they hover!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
I pray for life...for death is addictive!
I pray for life...for death is addictive...
"Sanest?"
Some may differ...just the mention of those 5 letters cause many to shiver
It’s all around us...
yes! death! it is present
I beg to live and never break the rules set before the foundations of the earth
When we were spirit and perfect! just not yet made manifest in flesh
How can one see and not touch
touch and not lust...
Lust and no pursue...
Pursue and not remember
remember and not revert!
I pray for life...for death is addictive
Not even thinking...
eyes met on separate carriage ways
she bluffed her way through everything
attracted like a mate in heat;
sour flies to state food...
about 4"7' maybe 5ft tall
Death wasn't even attractive...
but weird to the normalcy of life
share shared curiosity
i knew it was addiction; but it came clad in tight jeans and dark skin
wavy hair and lazy eyes,
short teeth and a lisp
Carried on intuition
death lost it way and asked me for directions...
i knew nothing of calamity till then
i could've strayed it further
but i left it follow
i paid deaths way to the bus park
"could i have a picture?" i never imagined i'd save the thought...
You see...the metaphor of this short story of present history
is that death is the decision we make from right and wrong;
light and darkness; heaven or hell;
real or unreal, believe it or not
I pray for life...for death is addictive
Guards drawn down; but senses high!
death and i sat together sharing no conversation
Spirits react to innocence as a babe joined the ride...
death smiled and asked to play with it
the father let the babe go
Death thought the babe to talk
after bumping it's head twice to the bus ceiling
So calmly the babes innocence prevented further destruction...
a thousand angels stirred around
poking death in the face as it tried to speak in the babes ear
"This is not right!" the baby thought
reaching to deaths heart with his ear...
he heard nothing like a melody just a long lasting, never ending silence.
The young boy raised an alarm and stretched for his father!
death no longer held his hand
I pray for life...for death is addictive
not attractive, not reactive but existent, never distant.
Death is obvious and many times unexplainable
like these words that have joined on this page
No details and no strings attached!
I pray for life...for writing these are...
"Sanest?"
Some may differ...just the mention of those 5 letters cause many to shiver
It’s all around us...
yes! death! it is present
I beg to live and never break the rules set before the foundations of the earth
When we were spirit and perfect! just not yet made manifest in flesh
How can one see and not touch
touch and not lust...
Lust and no pursue...
Pursue and not remember
remember and not revert!
I pray for life...for death is addictive
Not even thinking...
eyes met on separate carriage ways
she bluffed her way through everything
attracted like a mate in heat;
sour flies to state food...
about 4"7' maybe 5ft tall
Death wasn't even attractive...
but weird to the normalcy of life
share shared curiosity
i knew it was addiction; but it came clad in tight jeans and dark skin
wavy hair and lazy eyes,
short teeth and a lisp
Carried on intuition
death lost it way and asked me for directions...
i knew nothing of calamity till then
i could've strayed it further
but i left it follow
i paid deaths way to the bus park
"could i have a picture?" i never imagined i'd save the thought...
You see...the metaphor of this short story of present history
is that death is the decision we make from right and wrong;
light and darkness; heaven or hell;
real or unreal, believe it or not
I pray for life...for death is addictive
Guards drawn down; but senses high!
death and i sat together sharing no conversation
Spirits react to innocence as a babe joined the ride...
death smiled and asked to play with it
the father let the babe go
Death thought the babe to talk
after bumping it's head twice to the bus ceiling
So calmly the babes innocence prevented further destruction...
a thousand angels stirred around
poking death in the face as it tried to speak in the babes ear
"This is not right!" the baby thought
reaching to deaths heart with his ear...
he heard nothing like a melody just a long lasting, never ending silence.
The young boy raised an alarm and stretched for his father!
death no longer held his hand
I pray for life...for death is addictive
not attractive, not reactive but existent, never distant.
Death is obvious and many times unexplainable
like these words that have joined on this page
No details and no strings attached!
I pray for life...for writing these are...
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Inhale
Inhale!
I've taken in that scent, time and time again...
The scent of a hot iron on old sheets almost burnt but not quite there.
That scent, coupled with sky blue walls, a bed to the corner braced to the wall away from the door. Lined with a small table underneath a louvered window, with white lace curtains to hide what's within.
This room is where we sat...
Sudden lovers, sparked from silly conversation. Though sometimes serious
Her unassuming smile hid her heart and feelings towards me well.
I never could tell what she really wanted?
Lucky for me her uttered words held my hand and lead me right to her love source
Inhale!
I've taken in that scent, time and time again...
Avon roll-on and body spray
Twisting my senses round and round
like that of the towel about her naked body.
The temptation was ever so subtle, ever so real
This room is where we laid...and laid alone.
The full moons glow peeks through the glass
somehow reflecting on the mirror on the opposite side of the room
the only light that fondled our bodies
the scent of passion is endless!
mixed with that of slightly burned old sheets, Avon roll on, body spray and damp towels
INHALE!
the scent of sudden love, moonlit passion and fear of unsatisfaction.
This cloudless night, where the moon's just right, invites planets to align!
constant motion, of time in space, slips and re-enters
quickens and slows...
Inhale, exhale...Inhale...exhale...INHALE....and......
Hold it with both hands, tight knit and a wrenched face!
That's a scent I'll never forget, and will never have again
for parting is such sweet sorrow.
I've taken in that scent, time and time again...
The scent of a hot iron on old sheets almost burnt but not quite there.
That scent, coupled with sky blue walls, a bed to the corner braced to the wall away from the door. Lined with a small table underneath a louvered window, with white lace curtains to hide what's within.
This room is where we sat...
Sudden lovers, sparked from silly conversation. Though sometimes serious
Her unassuming smile hid her heart and feelings towards me well.
I never could tell what she really wanted?
Lucky for me her uttered words held my hand and lead me right to her love source
Inhale!
I've taken in that scent, time and time again...
Avon roll-on and body spray
Twisting my senses round and round
like that of the towel about her naked body.
The temptation was ever so subtle, ever so real
This room is where we laid...and laid alone.
The full moons glow peeks through the glass
somehow reflecting on the mirror on the opposite side of the room
the only light that fondled our bodies
the scent of passion is endless!
mixed with that of slightly burned old sheets, Avon roll on, body spray and damp towels
INHALE!
the scent of sudden love, moonlit passion and fear of unsatisfaction.
This cloudless night, where the moon's just right, invites planets to align!
constant motion, of time in space, slips and re-enters
quickens and slows...
Inhale, exhale...Inhale...exhale...INHALE....and......
Hold it with both hands, tight knit and a wrenched face!
That's a scent I'll never forget, and will never have again
for parting is such sweet sorrow.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The never ending story
They were scattered! Somewhat clueless of what's to come. Trying to stay focused on the task ahead! But it was their eyes that confirmed uncertainty.
They were out numbered! Knowing full well that they were stripped of their voices...but our shade never took it from them. It was their own blood.
Growing up... I mimicked them, folding their styles and behaviours in my skin and brain. Despite my colour, my voice and attitude was theirs. I did it to be accepted, i did it to grow and to be recognised. I did grow...beside them that is...and I realised how much of them I wasn't. I saw that we can never be alike! But we can and did coexist.
Back to the previous story, they're three of them now, amoung eleven. How timid they seemed, but we were total strangers. Lending them only hands of welcome, but the fear of their ancestors gripped them. Probably old bedtime stories around curry and nasty fingers flashed in their heads as they looked into our eyes. The eyes that are always filled with grey, but lined with silver peering at the small light we call "hope".
I stared right back at them, questioning their inspiration and why I pity them. I'm angered!!
This daily injustice we all face because of our ancestors. Why the division? The silent animosity? The expected demise of our heritage?
I wanted them close! Beckoned them to opened arms; but they sat expressionless; they were never thought to taste of dark cherries.
They were out numbered! Knowing full well that they were stripped of their voices...but our shade never took it from them. It was their own blood.
Growing up... I mimicked them, folding their styles and behaviours in my skin and brain. Despite my colour, my voice and attitude was theirs. I did it to be accepted, i did it to grow and to be recognised. I did grow...beside them that is...and I realised how much of them I wasn't. I saw that we can never be alike! But we can and did coexist.
Back to the previous story, they're three of them now, amoung eleven. How timid they seemed, but we were total strangers. Lending them only hands of welcome, but the fear of their ancestors gripped them. Probably old bedtime stories around curry and nasty fingers flashed in their heads as they looked into our eyes. The eyes that are always filled with grey, but lined with silver peering at the small light we call "hope".
I stared right back at them, questioning their inspiration and why I pity them. I'm angered!!
This daily injustice we all face because of our ancestors. Why the division? The silent animosity? The expected demise of our heritage?
I wanted them close! Beckoned them to opened arms; but they sat expressionless; they were never thought to taste of dark cherries.
Really be
They're petals on the ground
NO! leaves...
NO! sand...
Slipping from my hands with a frown
I cannot face love
For love has no face
Separated! Body and mind
Intertwined in secret distance and space
You lend me pleasure
I spare you pain
No ink or blood can take away this stain!
It was the 'you' in them
not the them with me...
that strayed me from my destiny...
I've loved you forever; I'll love you until!
i've loved you then and i always will.
This grain for her, her and her
out of sight, out of mind
but always in my heart!
Always! like a thorn in my flesh!
Each grain has called for its own
the sands pull wider at my hands, chest and heart
Sipped in the glass of discontent
the virus of love for flesh and fulfillment
"But for a moment..."
Integrating me! living whole in their collective thoughts...
If ever...!!
NEVER! have i been the same
since the day i've started that game
Tell me once! or let me see
what true love can really be
NO! leaves...
NO! sand...
Slipping from my hands with a frown
I cannot face love
For love has no face
Separated! Body and mind
Intertwined in secret distance and space
You lend me pleasure
I spare you pain
No ink or blood can take away this stain!
It was the 'you' in them
not the them with me...
that strayed me from my destiny...
I've loved you forever; I'll love you until!
i've loved you then and i always will.
This grain for her, her and her
out of sight, out of mind
but always in my heart!
Always! like a thorn in my flesh!
Each grain has called for its own
the sands pull wider at my hands, chest and heart
Sipped in the glass of discontent
the virus of love for flesh and fulfillment
"But for a moment..."
Integrating me! living whole in their collective thoughts...
If ever...!!
NEVER! have i been the same
since the day i've started that game
Tell me once! or let me see
what true love can really be
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Now time eternal
They've touched!
East and west...Twirling the world to their new form
Rains have scattered among desserts, taking pleasure in kissing the dried sands.
The flower praises the skies upon its opening
forever it has searched in still! Awaiting its arrival.
The beautiful passion steams eternally in time.
Wringing dry the substance of such a long yet short kiss
All around froze; as hope met faith
ice met fire ridding all fears...
the steam of pleasure fills the air
The east wind captures pockets of fresh bliss westward
Living on its every atom; reigniting a flame that laid years dormant.
Would the world ever be the same again
how can the sun set and rise if we're together?
Their eyes gave way to suit the world at present
Maybe in our perfect world we'll meet again...
as for now we'll take the time in this eternity to wallow in ecstasy
East and west...Twirling the world to their new form
Rains have scattered among desserts, taking pleasure in kissing the dried sands.
The flower praises the skies upon its opening
forever it has searched in still! Awaiting its arrival.
The beautiful passion steams eternally in time.
Wringing dry the substance of such a long yet short kiss
All around froze; as hope met faith
ice met fire ridding all fears...
the steam of pleasure fills the air
The east wind captures pockets of fresh bliss westward
Living on its every atom; reigniting a flame that laid years dormant.
Would the world ever be the same again
how can the sun set and rise if we're together?
Their eyes gave way to suit the world at present
Maybe in our perfect world we'll meet again...
as for now we'll take the time in this eternity to wallow in ecstasy
Patiently he waits
The master of none;
sits between the master less, scheming his next move.
Edged by want! his playing lips kisses the ear of those listening
Wonderers of time themselves
the lining of cloudless skies
Easily his wings and winds gather the remains of love.
Distantly and carefree; flinging them together to map his path
Eagerly they cling to his breath
drawing substance and lust to make them flesh.
Bathing slowly in his caress; he is patient towards the reincarnation
As they dance as concubines for the feast
The master of none is filled with desire.
Painting images of "next"
shadows of wrenching hands to sheets and fang like teeth sinking pleasurably into the contours of his neck
"The feast if nigh!"
Body less feelings sway and twist before him stimulating his every sense...
"Taste of my wine" he utters;
with lips dripping with sweet melodies
eyes filled with lust and hands beckoning to embrace.
"ALAS!" The wonderers of time give way to their wills.
Releasing that unknown self
only to sacrifice their very being of existence yet again.
"I've waited for you" chuckled the grinning master of none
I've groomed you from such a time
find refuge in my embrace
never again shall you find yourself!
you're lost forever in my embrace.
sits between the master less, scheming his next move.
Edged by want! his playing lips kisses the ear of those listening
Wonderers of time themselves
the lining of cloudless skies
Easily his wings and winds gather the remains of love.
Distantly and carefree; flinging them together to map his path
Eagerly they cling to his breath
drawing substance and lust to make them flesh.
Bathing slowly in his caress; he is patient towards the reincarnation
As they dance as concubines for the feast
The master of none is filled with desire.
Painting images of "next"
shadows of wrenching hands to sheets and fang like teeth sinking pleasurably into the contours of his neck
"The feast if nigh!"
Body less feelings sway and twist before him stimulating his every sense...
"Taste of my wine" he utters;
with lips dripping with sweet melodies
eyes filled with lust and hands beckoning to embrace.
"ALAS!" The wonderers of time give way to their wills.
Releasing that unknown self
only to sacrifice their very being of existence yet again.
"I've waited for you" chuckled the grinning master of none
I've groomed you from such a time
find refuge in my embrace
never again shall you find yourself!
you're lost forever in my embrace.
The Man
The man...
walks the road alone...
surrounded by nothing
nothing but nature.
The man...
trips and falls to the ground
surrounded by dirt and hard rocks
His "plight"...to get up
The man...
attempts to rise
pushing hard to the ground
he gets up..."Dinged"
The man...
walks the road alone...
no longer clean...
but now carries the stain of previous steps
The man...
Willing to rid himself of the unclean
but would have to expose his flesh to the elements
ALONE...
the man walks;
ALONE!... the man walks
Yet still he won't bare his soul, his skin, his intention
The man...
still walks alone
STAINED by his own CHOICE!
walks the road alone...
surrounded by nothing
nothing but nature.
The man...
trips and falls to the ground
surrounded by dirt and hard rocks
His "plight"...to get up
The man...
attempts to rise
pushing hard to the ground
he gets up..."Dinged"
The man...
walks the road alone...
no longer clean...
but now carries the stain of previous steps
The man...
Willing to rid himself of the unclean
but would have to expose his flesh to the elements
ALONE...
the man walks;
ALONE!... the man walks
Yet still he won't bare his soul, his skin, his intention
The man...
still walks alone
STAINED by his own CHOICE!
Monday, June 22, 2009
My heart….If ever…
Time again!
I’m jolted from my sleep
Pressured by my ink to print on pages
As time stopped, my thoughts took over
Racing like the speed of sound
I felt I grew older as I sat on the bed.
Like all of time had left me!
Reaching for my mate, I held her tight
between index and thumb.
We began to dance, a somewhat
slow tune to break the highway thoughts.
I calmed quickly; moving right and left
spinning seldomly in between.
We started speaking on to another
I: Why must you be so crude, so rude
You know I need my rest?!
U: I’ve missed you!
It’s been so long that you’ve held me!
I: My dear, I think of you always
You’re always in my thoughts
U: That I know sweet one, but I prefer
your grip than your mental.
I drew her closer to me;
as we danced slower, smaller circles on the page were made…..
“Where is she going with this?!” I thought.
U: I never thought the day would come
I’d question your heart’s intent
but it feels far! Tell me you love me!
I shuddered immediately,
my grip begins to slide….
“She’s noticed!” I thought
We stopped dancing…..
I look closer at her face;
her eyes filled with questions.
The ink stops and all goes mental.
“How can I say my love for her has been meant for another,
digging a hole to fill that empty space I made?”
How can I say I never saw your face for love;
but blurted words to make you beautiful only to fall in love with my words!
Words I once said before to true love.
How can I live with knowing you’ve rid yourself of your past
but my heart still lingers in mine?
How can I say I’ve loved you for another?
Her tears bring me back to reality
U: Tell me you love me and not what you’ve made me….
I: …...
U: Answer me!
The pen drops!
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