Archives for July 2013

Fine

You will be fine

I won’t not this time, you know nothing of what I feel inside.

My heart is bleeding and my minds at war.
I haven’t been in this kind of darkness before…
I’m broken my body is worn.

Look into my to eyes I’m begging you please.
Can you see me, I’m bleeding….

Are you there? I’m screaming.
why won’t you help
Pleading in vain, why won’t you listen

Its getting dark again.
I’m Begging please, please see me again!
The walls are closing in!!

suffocating, choking, waiting…

I can’t scream anymore there’s nothing to say…
darker…
Reaching out but you just stare.
I’m crying

I’m fading…. can you see?
You could have saved me…
do you care?

Its too late… I’m nearly out!
I’m bleeding again this time its real.
Dying.
Blaming you.
Worthless…

Look at us lying here, broken, my reflection.
If you had just seen me
we could have be fine.

This beautiful life

She seemed to have aged overnight
Hands moved rhythmatically as she stood there and pleaded her cause.
Her elbows forgot their placing and aimlessly shuddered
Her blood rushed and she thought she’d lose it
Lose it – really
It was only a matter of time before she –
Well whatever it was she was thinking
Her black pencil sketched a portrait,
A vivid image of what she was going to do formed.
– What she had drawn in no way compared to what everyone thought she’d do –
Silhouetted shadows set up against cream sheets
She saw burning
Lots of it
Then she lay down to sleep.
Putting the tortures and horrors of the day behind her.

Mine

Emptiness inside of me
Hopelessness within my heart,
As I seek I cannot find, the life that I have left behind,

When you speak I hear no sound
And yet its you to whom I’m bound
In this life I have regrets, mostly which is that we met

I look into a dull reflection
My life so full of misconception
I am yours I have no say
For it is my heart that you stay

Time has passed, and I’m still here
All I feel is this endless fear
I never knew it would go this far
That you would leave so many scars

But you are mine and mine to keep
until one day its you who weeps

31.10.2011

Freed

Freed

Welcome to my generation, we told we are limitless
But realized we are constricted
The color-blind generation
I am colorless but I’m marked

They tell us we equal
But they put us in cages and confine us
They lied to us

Generations before us suffered
They fought
They died
For freedom, equality, opportunity

We are a nation at war
Our people are dying
Our lands are sick
The races are fighting
Our unity divided.

The born free generation
The discriminating generation
The now generation

See people for what they are
See that Ink is art
Gay is love
Black is white
A heart is a heart
we all bleed red

I am freedom
I follow no man for men are fools
They are selfish and cruel

I am freedom
I bow down to no god
Loving gods have no terms and conditions attached

If my freedom condemns me
Then my fate is sealed and my path is marked

I am ready
I am art
I am love
I am colorless
I am free

I am nothing they want me to be.
01.01.2013

Untitled

You rose From the shadows reached into my light, took something of mine too selfishly soon.
You heed no warning you show no signs that into the shadows you’ll take the divines.

You had no right to just come and take, you took my light and made it night, you crushed a heart, left things unsaid you broke up families so un prepared.

Now the darkness is all I see I beg I plead just please take me. You’ve taken my eden and turned it to dust you took a love I will never again touch.

The choice you made I cannot change, I wished and prayed I was merely deranged. My soul seems hollow my flame has died.

I can’t feel the light I just cried and cried and even though your deed is done. In my heart they carry on. You may have taken their body from sight but YOU DEATH will one day have me to fight.

25.04.2013

Development is

A beautiful massacre,
His hunger,
That planet’s global warming,
Their poverty,
My enrichment,
…help me destroy nature…
Do not charge me for my crime
Let my existence torment me.

Anguish

Awake, the looming dark of night
Wind howling, raindrops scowling
Sweat from my disastrous regret
Pollution worse than a cigarette.

A moment of relief quickly fades
The light through the window is man made
The nightmare is back, I’m incomplete
Space in the bed makes my heart miss a beat.

Sitting in the dark with a rotten heart
Reflecting on your broken heart
Two hearts, no more one
Pain like an elephant leaving a herd.

Still there is a smile to have
Lost in thought of our better selves
The love combined when I’m inside you
Bigger than two planets colliding behind you.

Pull my chin up, focus and heal
Even though everything seems unreal
On my knees, pray to God
He’ll keep me strong, even if flawed.

This person no more next to me
the pillow beneath her head causes envy
Love and hope will keep me well
Still, how much I crave and miss her smell.

Put my head down, try and sleep
Focus on my happiest childhood memory
Wasted time, it becomes clear
My happiest memory is you my dear.

We invented love

me you two; we invented love
we were the first; we invented love.
before they entwined it with lust and made it rust
before they fell easy and made it clumsy.

We named it love it graced as dove
before they made it cliché, they made it curse and burst
before they made it weary, and made it bleed.

me, you two; we invented love.
I loved you so… I kissed you so
Before they sold her in the streets and made her old
before they gave it cost and made it lost

You me two; we invented love
but now my love… how can I be proud?

Through dead eyes

As I travel very deep into my non-breathing soul,
Through broken bones and contaminated blood on what my visions stole.
Reflecting the last glace of life from my scarred memories-
Seeing our dying souls dancing to angry-gun melodies.

I woke up before my eyes opened unlike days before,
My heart faced the rage in War, we’ll make them knock on Satan’s door.
‘What do they hate us for? What do they take us for?
Puppets, machinery controlled and programmed to praise their laws?’
I threw these thoughts inside my mind and I started hating more.
The rage picked me up from the cold and vibrating floor.
Then I started making sure that the voices of painful tears were all taken forward.

The sky sees thousands of souls in the streets, an amazing moment –
For Retaliation against Segregation until this pain is slaughtered.
I joined the common hearts very blatant,
Throwing our emotions naked open, about the laws of brains disorders.

Over our bile-boiling bodies the clouds were immigrating, falling
As the stones and petrol bombs were causing traffic-
In the midst through tear gas, then the scene was all dramatic.

After the Anthem of guns, the Anthem of guns, the Anthem of guns!
My heart never feared less then it got more than tragic,
Then I turned back from what my mind thought would call an epic.
Running, jumping over dead souls, it was problematic.
Segregation was winning; my life was getting chased by bullets.
Unable to survive damage, damage got my brains wounded.

With three bullets in my skull I saw the end of my story.
I lost victory and won defeat, so you have to find glory.

As I travel very deep into my non-breathing soul,
Through broken bones and contaminated blood on what my visions stole.
Reflecting the last glace of life from my scarred memories-
Seeing our dying souls dancing to angry-gun melodies.

If I was a thought

If I was a thought I would choose to sail –
On the shallow seas of young minds that loose and fail,
Confined by confinement; in a prisoner’s shoes in jail.
Minds accused to ail as patients of eternal sickness in abuse’s tale.

If I was a thought I would choose to be planted –
Root-deep and fertilized in the mentally – bruised and demented
And refuse to leave centered the power of a foreign enemy
Exchanging blows with false reality close to falling sanity

If I was a thought I would build sacred temples –
Within souls where hatred settles as the devil’s naked samples.
In your grey thinking matter I’d give rise to vagrant rebels.

If I was a thought in blindness’ mind I’d cry for support
To rearrange the purpose of chaos in the life that we have got.

If I was a thought I’d fill holes in empty places –
Where colds roam through broken windows to kill souls of angry faces.

If I was a thought I’d be no accidental idea-
Built on luck and co incidence, harassed and strangled by fear
But a self- mental pioneer;
A thought of revolution’s emotions in motion to settle right here.
(Pointing to the head)