Archives for November 2013

Apollo

He looked at me with deep set eyes.
His bow line pulled to a vibration.
Never have I met such a person. Even if he was a god.

Many called him a ‘lesser” god because of his devotion towards poetry and music.
Never has anyone seen him as the god who keeps us all alive.
The warm, yellow sun is his burning to please us, mere humanity, with his presence.

He once showed himself to me, a mere mortal.
He was enveloped in a halo of yellow light.
He walked towards me on his sandals made of mere goat’s leather.
His humbleness was penetrating my heart.
He wore an insignificant ivory white tunic.
His body was glimmering, but it was not as impressive as the other god’s.
On his back, in gold and silver, a bound book of poetry.
Handwritten in silver ink.

In his hands were a wood bow, with fine, gentle insignias of suns and words.
A quiver of arrows, each with a white feather of pure truth attached to it.
If he has to use violence, he will do so with dignity.
He walked towards me once more, I looked in pure astonishment.
He changed shape.

He was now in a pair of blue jeans,
A pair of black and white sneakers
And a red and blue check shirt.
He looked like a normal person.
He wore reading glasses.
Like a normal person.

The bow and arrow still in his hands,
He shot a single shot into the man behind me,
A gun in his hands, he was about to kill me.

My own poetry book in front of me,
A single line in silver,
“Don’t stop writing, it helped me in life.
Sincerely, Apollo.”

Just A Dreamer

I’m just a dreamer trying to change the world one heart at a time;

Let that act as a domino effect changing what I can before my demise;

I want to educate youth about life;

That’s what they need when school comes to an end;

 

I wish they would have lessons on life in school, but they have gym instead;

Surviving life is the most important lesson;

But we lead our youth blindly and when they fall we look at them with questions;

The change starts young, for me it’s too late;

 

So I want the next generation to live the right way;

We need to stop pointing fingers when we are to blame;

They are too young to know about life’s abuse;

So it’s up to me and you;

 

I want the elderly to give classes on wisdom to our youth;

So they are well equipped to face life’s hidden traps;

I wish people could see my point of view instead of just sitting back;

I wish rich people could swap lives with poor people and swap back every week;

 

So we can understand another man’s struggle and not turn away the man begging on the corner of the street;

I wish a damaged heart;

That’s been broken and scared by the past;

Can be given to young girls so they understand the consequences of love and don’t have to ask;

 

Then swap back their hearts so they understand the damage caused by a one night stand;

So they aren’t curious but feel and understand;

I wish I could give my memories to all the young boys who think cheating is cool;

So they feel how it feels when the same is done to you;

 

I want them to understand the results of Karma;

So they think twice before enduring the drama;

I want the youth to understand;

When you mess up in life, there’s no second chance;

 

By your choices you fall or stand;

Having a beard, money and a car doesn’t make you a real man;

Making babies doesn’t make you a dad;

I want to give them responsibility so they don’t fall into debt;

 

So they understand the pressure and never forget;

Before I die this is what I want to see;

But I’m just a dreamer, but I’ll do my best before the Lord calls me;

So in Heaven I can rest in peace, knowing I left behind not just a memory, but a legacy

I Wonder

It’s been over a year since last I saw you;

I pretend I don’t miss you but girl I do;

When by chance we meet in passing I act like I don’t notice you and play it cool;

When inside I hope you’ll greet;

 

I try and act strong when my knees are weak;

And I stumble over my own feet;

I wonder if you really don’t care or like me you’re just pretending;

When you see me by chance does your heart also skip a beat;

 

Or have I faded like a bad memory;

Do my actions fool you?;

Or can you see right through;

Is my mask coming apart at the seams?;

 

Or can you see the broken heart I wear on my sleeve?;

Are you holding him and wishing he was me?;

Cause while I’m with her it’s you I see;

Does he also know your heart is in another place;

 

Cause I’m sure she knows mine is, it’s written all over my face;

Do you try and dial my number when it should be erased?;

I sometimes dial yours even though I know your number changed;

I stay out all night trying to drink my pain away;

 

Do you also come home at sunrise;

Feeling more alone even though you partied all night?;

Do we also meet in your dreams and you cry when you wake;

These are the things I wonder when by chance we meet;

 

Do you also pretend or are you really over me….

Cheating, The Signs

We were just friends at first;

I never planned to fall for her;

You were always my one and only girl;

I was just returning her ways of flirt;

 

She gave me the attention you never did;

She always answers my calls;

The calls you chose to ignore;

Where you left holes she filled the gap;

 

I’m not making excuses, i’m only stating facts

I was wrong I understand that;

But I’m just a man, I was giving you love but you never loved me back;

Everytime I tried to make time;

 

You were always too busy, all those excuses you made;

Eventually the love we had started to fade;

I know I should have told you, but you didn’t want to hear what I had to say;

I’m not the cheating type, I’ve never been that way;

 

We never did anything yet before your imagination runs away;

The empty space you left inside me she replaced;

I’m sorry if I hurt you, it was an unintentional mistake;

I see the tears running down the side of your face;

 

But girl you neglected me every other day;

Love can’t grow if it’s left up to one;

It takes two to make any bond;

I couldn’t keep it alive on my own;

 

We can try again, everyone makes mistakes when they are in love;

You reply and that your tears are not my fault;

Confused, “How do you mean?” I ask;

You reply “I was cheating all along”;

 

My heart instantly tore apart;

You say you wanted to tell me but you just didn’t have the heart;

You were hoping I’d read the signs;

Thinking back, I knew, but my love for you had made me blind;

 

I should have listened to my instincts, they have always been right;

So as you turn and walk away, I promise myself next time to end it when I see these same signs.

You’re More

I remember how their words used to mould me,

Their comments would control me, scold me.

I was tired of being that boy that everybody ran away from when we were in a line, that’s why the thought occurred to me maybe I wasn’t supposed to be in line, maybe, just maybe I was supposed to be out of line…

I will never forget the day when I was at my lowest, knife to wrist, when something, somewhere; some celestial being gave me 2 words. “You’re more.” Those two words made me realise that the true revenge is for me is to torture my enemies with one simple concept: Them having to watch me succeed. I decided that they would have no choice but to watch me be somebody, I decided that that lonely, awkward misunderstood boy who everybody used to run away from, tease ,humiliate , hurt , push , shove, shout at would be their hope. So I would go everyday behind my smile, it was precious to me, it was golden. I decided to live every day , the sun was my limelight , I danced , I would dance even when the audience walked away .Still I would dance, harder, faster , knowing someday, one day… they’d stay. But the crowd was so harsh, they tore me apart called me names, but all I heard was the roar, them asking for more, I suppose I was tired, tired of crying, It’s not easy, too dramatic ! I wanted those scenes to stay on the stage, they didn’t. it’s never easy but I know that I’ll never be faced with something I cannot handle .It’s tough, so tough, I still dance, so hard, so strong, I dance for that boy, maybe he’ll be still, he’s a baby crying, wailing but I’m going to dance I taught him to dance but I suppose that boy is still in there he’s still crying, but at least he isn’t dying. I’ve realised that I can only wipe the tears away by dancing, harder, faster, stronger, and longer so the world can see. There are two words, to remind that sad, hurt, teased lonely boy,

“You’re more.”

The Fame: A dark truth

I’m so tired; I’m tired of and living in a world where I’m not allowed,

Tired of getting up every day having to pretend I’m comfortable when the limelight is so hot, it burns me. Having to pretend I’m just another brick in the wall just so you can feel comfortable in the plain world you’re living in. it’s what I crave its security, fame: my security.

Where’s the jazz the lights, the audience, my audience where are they! They’re waiting for me to get out there, to be a star to wow the crowd but the truth is I’ll never feel their ovation. They scream, so loud but I’m deaf, deaf to the fact that I’m theirs. I’m the star, not a human being. I need to stop crying. I’m living the dream I’ve done it. I’m finally there, theirs. I asked for this life begged prayed, it’s finally here but why are there so so so very many tears. I need to get out there, push on, because it’s live, I’m alive.

The Who

Is it far fetched when garments garner stars flesh
and lets us ponder upon the comets last wish?
Ask what,
basking sun rays plagued by the darks star dust,
The WHO must have mustered the blues before us.
The WHO said it, I meant choose your sedative son,
when I see babies playing in mud pools fooling truth and loosing their youth young,
It’s done, the WHO came and laid the moon down,
look as love comes front of your cheque book crooked frown.
Took it to heart sharp with eyes round,
Can’t I part your mind and die where your souls found?
round and round, the WHO keeps spinning time bound,
down and down pounded out of blind clouds.
Who are we proud of?
This time the WHO is present and let’s find the past tense
fenced in denial.
I penned it in a whisper, slipping through her blistered eyes,
Child, why???
Shelled in misfit lines, this citrus bride marred to part divine,
farther than the WHO spooled through Cupids rise.
Few knew the putrid hoofs might,
shackled lucid in the truest moonlight,
soon danced on faceless graves, hatred trailing blue in hindsight,
labelling proof and arrived at, the WHO must have gave us life!
Save us, when days tripled sixteen ways gave us night,
described in mystique and killed his bride,
misread Exodus, hence the plead to fight,
need for peace corps, he brought signs in section five,
dissected by, live mimes directed by the silent hype,
neglect the WHO???
Shit, we already tried.
——————————————
Who blew the moon out?
Rippled through the groove, proving the fool shouts,
about the clock tick writing down wicked doubts,
slipping through the rooms mouth.
He moved to mind play tracing the true route,
bound to find it here.
Louder than the angels whisper rain in natures ear,
Has the frown finally disappeared?
Hades teach us, these teeth are aching to tear your flesh,
Where were we when HE graced Eve with breath?
Placed me to teach and I gave each a page from the sacred text.
The WHO knew we’d ask and blessed each with legs,
hence the Wiseman who takes his pain to bed
and wakes a fool taking the day to death,
praying some may but they hang before he even breaks a sweat.

© Myles Dacus 2013

Owe You My Life (Dedicated To Keith “Kat” Van Rooi)

Keith “Kat” Van Rooi;

Do you remember how we used to roll and nigga’s we destroyed;

When we had nothing we were forced to live “Thug Life” cause we were unemployed;

You saved my life so many times;

I never told you but I owe you my life;

 

Remember that night you spine busted my enemy on the tar road;

I’m famous cause of the seedling you let grow;

My soul died that night those cowards stabbed you and tried to end your life;

I heard the news and rushed to the hospital to be by your side;

 

In my car praying to God asking to let you surive this time;

Short in size but so is dynamite;

You’re fearless at heart, true hood soldier, never scared to fight;

You were there even before I made it;

 

So now I am here to give you your share of fame;

You never threw me aside no matter what shit came;

You are my nigga and it will always remain;

Ride and die until the Lord calls your name;

 

Friends I only have a few,

I call them brothers and that’s what I call you;

When they all walked away you still stayed true;

You are like the brother I never had, thank God everyday He sent a guardian Angel called you;

 

Don’t give up, our better days finally came;

All those days we hustled just to get some cash;

Are now just a bad memory in the past;

We never have to beg for anything;

 

My nigga we made it and you are the reason;

Just hold on for a little while;

Tomorrow is coming soon, life will never again be able to steal your smile;

You were there when nobody cared;

 

So now my fame is our fame, time to collect your share

I Feel Ya (Dedicated to returnofthered)

(Dedicated to returnofthered)

Today you were heavy on my mind;

Try to pretend but your struggles are the same as mine;

Why is life a struggle then you die;

Questions I ask, I stay high just to maintain;

Looking for inspiration in bottles and lines;

Life constantly in the fast lane; Drinking just to subside my pain;

Nobody understand cause they haven’t been scarred this way;

This one is dedicated to my nigga “returnofthered”; Stay true , the world ain’t ready for you yet;

God has His own time, I’ve been doing this since 2001;

Never accept no my nigga, do you and never imitate anyone;

Do like me and switch the world out and put 2pac on;

That’s where I get all my inspiration from;

Find the gift God gave you before you were born and your mamma called you son;

Cultivate it and make it your passion; Follow your passion and it will lead to your purpose;

Then you will know why you were destined to walk this earth;

My nigga I feel your pain, I’ve been cursed since birth;

Alcohol and drugs are a motivation, it don’t determine your worth;

Don’t let them control you, use it to your advantage; Let them set your mind free;

And you will be able to write as epic as me;

I’ve been there so I understand your struggle;

Let your addiction work for you that way you avoid trouble;

You will make a difference;

You only need one understanding ear too listen;

I feel you, my ears are open, so never let the world see you sweat;

They put me down every single day but I made it without them;

Those who never cared now chase me;

So listen to what I am saying, you’re a thug, an O’g;

So my nigga just stay true; Be the best you;

If you need a hand, mind will always be open just for you

Back In Time

Remembering hood days with my niggas surviving the streets;

Drinking cheap liquor underneath park trees;

When life was stress free;

Simple days when friends were friends and not enemies who claimed to be;

 

When fights were with fists, not with guns or knives;

Where we fought for respect and not to end another nigga’s life;

Before we had money , cars and the finer things;

When our only transport was hiking or taxi’s;

 

Before drugs became an enemy between friends;

When we all were niggas and didn’t pretend;

Before facebook and whatsapp caused lovers to cheat;

When love wasn’t just a game but a fairytale story;

 

I miss the days where women had standards and told you when she was done with you;

Not having to have to read body language and assume;

I miss those days of drinking during breaks in highschool;

When hooking up with a girl was easy to do;

 

But life changed and change too fast;

Wishing I can go back and skip regrets so I can today be free of my past;

Spend more time with my nigga’s who died in a hurry;

And chose to relocate to the cemetery without me;

 

I wish I could rewind time;

And relive my past days but with my present mind state;

Not to change but just improve the mistakes I’ve made;

I’d just want to enjoy them more then I did back in the day;

 

I regret nothing,struggles were the reason for who I became;

I just miss my childhood innocence that was stolen away;

This mind, I wish I could take it back in time;

Same knowledge I’ve gained, so I can unbreak the hearts of those I left in pain;

 

Like that white dude I killed because he was full of race hate;

It wasn’t his fault, he was taught to be that way;

And that nigga I robbed for a stupid 3310;

I just hope today he changed his heart and I’m finally forgiven;

 

I want to undo the broken hearts I left behind;

That girl I promised forever but just used her for a night;

Babygirl I apologise for my selfish way;

I was too young to understand the damaged I caused until I was done the same;

 

I want to uplift the youth I lead astray;

Instead of bieng an example I showed them the wrong way;

How to drink and smoke thier pain away;

My young nigga’s that is not the way it’s only a temporary band-aid;

 

I know i can’t return;

And reverse all the hurt;

But I’m going to help those young niggas who are still to come;

Make them wise early with words of truth unheard;

 

Words never die even when I pass and I’m covered by cemetry dirt;

I want to make the youth soldiers from birth;

So they can have the life I never had and they can have the life they deserve