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Seeds Aren’t Certain, So Is Love…

Autumn leaves blowing in spring.
Abundant tree but the fruits refuse to fring.
Branches reaching out to passing wind.

Trees baring wrong fruits,
Bit Adam,
So what makes you think that you’ll be their madam?

Sun turns its back,
Photosynthesising in the shade.
Hose crying on the dusty floor.
Fertile soft soil,
Hardens & watches me spoil.

Absent in harvest.
When ripe; Present with spoons while others pave with forks.

Nothing is for certain.
Plant seeds; bring light open your curtains.

Anything that doesn’t grow is dead.
Let go of hurting love.
Anything that grows dies.
Hang tight to love while the time can.

Emotions grow in winter,
Love blows in autumn.
Mind settles in summer.
Now let the heart blossom in spring.

$igned : Lucky

Seeds

Burried lost forgotten seed.
Siting in the dark,
Slowly growing into the light.

Excuses delaying its growth.
Lies blowing the truth away,
Decomposers worming they way to the stem,
Fruits hiding inside afraid of the stomping tramping boots of men.

Fertilisers numbing for the moment,
Tyrant winds wrenching to that planted moment.

Tears watering the soil.
Seed clinching unto the Family Tree Roots;
Slow the harvest,
All because the farmer was not honest.

The seed grew into its own tree,
& Broke the branches of the family tree.

Two became Three,
You, me & the secret that was a seed planted in me that couldn’t let me be.

I cut the grass;
Releasing the slithering snakes that crawled & held from the start.

I raked the leaves,
I prayed for my family tree not to leave.

I took the seed to the light;
A flower that bared the wrong fruit;
Blossomed to a rose,
Surrounded by thorns that resembled our fear of telling the truth.

Secrets will spoil like milk;
The longer it remains , the sour it will go.
The bigger the stain, the sharper the pain.

Secrets will make you their servant.
Starts as that tadpole, that grows & bounces leaf to leaf eating all the dirty flying insects.

We don’t know the direction of the wind,
Uncertain if today that bird will wake up & sing or take off across seas.

Be honest talk,
Hold hands walk.
Love hurts when time reveals,
Time heals when love reveals.

Take those dimmed seeds to the light & save the family tree.
Don’t plant in the dark your branches will never grow free.

Love keeps no records of wrongs,
Secrets slow feelings & that true love prolongs.

$igned : Lucky

Miscellaneous

I yearn for slumber
A place of no hunger
Were reality does not pillage and plunder
No such thing as making a blunder
And when I snore it sounds like thunder
Hoping it’s my Mother’s arms I’m under.

Sadly every tale has an end
Left with not even a smile to lend
Just these broken dreams to mend.

Yet all is not so bad
Sometimes life can be kinda rad
So to live it I am glad
Although at times I feel a bit mad
Sucks how all I ever feel is sad.

Hoping I’ll learn the lesson
That often comes with what’s expected of a person
Still wonder why I’m slept on
Praying these words will put me straight on
And my poetry will turn into a song
That your heart sings when it’s torn
Along with a spirit that is worn.

Realize you were never alone
Even all the times you watched porn
And your soul felt scorn.

So read my poems when you’re alone
When there’s no one to talk to over the phone
And your mind creates the sound of a drone
It’s my only escape when I’m torn
These words I use to mourn

Disregard norms like those coins I tossed
Maybe I’m just cursed.
Plan to share and move forward
Still dream of an early death which makes all of this awkward
Wonder about when I go will I be honored?

Big City Lights

Big City Lights
Dim reality
Bright fantasies
Slowly ripping the petals of our daisies.

Fast cars
Slow the tar on the pavement.
Walking into a mirage,
Dodging cupid’s arrow for what’s parked in the garage.

Materials,
Serial killers.
Materials,
Over working us.

Love lost,
Money found.
Infants hosts,
Sickness bound.

Big City Lights,
Hiding behind cracked walls.
Big City Lights,
Deaf to the Fathers call.

Shadows escaping from flesh.
Widows wearing white while the wounds are still fresh.

Mothers breastfeeding chemicals,
Babies abandoned praying for miracles.
Fathers lost in the music,
Children lonely becoming clueless.

Big City Lights,
On day & night.
Sun starts to fight,
Moon giving up its bright.

Blankets on pavements
Skin with no pigment
Wanting, craving, killing for that forbidden element.

Big City Lights
Leaving minds in the dark.
Big City Lights,
When will you stop taking life?

Dice rolled
Homes in 6’s & 7’s
We closer to hell than we are to heaven.

Big City Lights
How dare you!
Big City Lights
Who dared you?

Condemnation consoled by condoms.
Adultery,
A growing tree.

Big City Lights
When will you fuse?
Big City Lights
I’d rather walk in the dark than in your light if I was to choose.

Open your eyes
Be deaf to the city lies.

Open your heart,
Not legs then when you slowly depart.

Big City Lights
Get lost!

Don’t follow the light,
Before you get lost.

Big City Lights…

$igned : Lucky

Sun Set

Sheep leading shephards to shelter.
Grass fed to leopards.

Sunset rising the cold,
Sunrise stressing the old.

Sky falling,
The ants hide.

Giants gallavant;
On clouds they reside.

Children of the soil,
Water your land.

Children of the spoilt,
Water your rand.

Clock on the wall,
Time is up.

Clock on the wall,
Your time is not enough.

Sun set,
You were only warm when we met.

Sun set,
Sunrise lets connect.

$igned : Lucky

This Room

In this room,
I stay up, wake up.

Think about all my break ups.
Smile ,
Move forward, trim my tears with some make up.

No one knows me like my room,
We lay stare at the moon,
Then dream that an upgrade with sliding doors & a balcony is coming soon.

We sit together,
kiss but never tell,
Its the only place thhat doesn’t fell like hell.

These four walls,
stand tall & guard me.

These four walls,
Know how I really feel about she.

This mirror reflects ,
These eyes connect,
I gladly accept ,
And Love myself with no regret.

This bed at night,
Brings light & holds me tight when I have a fright.
This pillow catches my tears,
Closes my eyes & erases my fears,
Crafting me to wonderland where my fantasies appear.

This room is me,
I am my room.

Fashion shows before I go out,
Yes no? It never shuts up.

These windows see my thoughts & confrontations.
Those one on one fantasy talks that occur in mind and cause depression.
And when the times comes I become dumb with no expression.

This room knows my ambition,
My missions
Its always silent when listening to my confensions.
It never judges !
Holds no grudes!
Its my place of meditation where silence is my medication.

This room hears my mothers cry.
Hears my stupid lies.
Knows all my family ties,
Yet still Loves me & stays by my side.

Id kick these walls, when I dont have it all.
You’d just toss me to my bed,
Make me forget about what makes me sad.
Then you’d conspire with music,
Then Id just dance sing & just lose it.

This room is my world,
It knows me without saying a word.
It loves me like no another,
It really would be sad if I moved to another.

Another will come,
And love you like me.

Place this on my will,
This Room must know how I really feel.

This room is life,
One day I hope I share it with my wife.

$igned : Lucky

Hope

As a rose lay upon a grave…
So is the beauty in death.
How do I pull my enchanted thoughts from such pleasure?
As the aroma of an eternal bliss sweeten’s with every step…

The struggle

That of a thousand battles I daily live for.
Saved again…
Her kiss breathes new life into my empty existence.

Like the first breath of a new born child,
Bringing with it the hope of a new future….
The oxygen of my being…

Together living for the hope of a new tomorrow.

Soil Erosion

He didn’t need to tell Me that all I had to do To find him again and again Was to read –
Read all the poetry I could get my hands on Sonnets and odes It was as if I knew them
All off by heart The silences within them There’s silence All around me now I’ve earned them those stripes And the dead and the living Go on and on They are my companions
On this blue planet From the beginning Of pain, decay and growth Until the end of days
And when it came to Divorce and separation All they knew of love Was that they loved each
Other and it was enough For both of them In theory. Of pain they’d Only learn of that later on They would only remember Their own childhood When looking at the faces
Of love on the angelic shine Of their children –
They’d whisper to themselves Rapture, oh this must be it Rapture! An atlas of it Amongst all the difficulties And how we’ve all drowned In that lake with those cursed Words calling themselves poetry.

Etched in time

Deep into the mind of an eternal slumber.
The thought of death crosses me.
I struggle to push these armed thoughts away.
Deep into my subconscious mind
Where bad memories has long been forgotten.
Oblivion…The thought of nothingness overwhelms even the best of me.
A life wasted
These thoughts darkened even my shadow
A innocent in my spiraling demise.
I fight
To have but a speck of me etched in time.
Oblivion…A word that shakes every ounce of my hope stained soul.

Forgotten

A word more fierce to me then ten thousand scythed deaths.

Fight I will

Till every word I give wings… bleeds my pen dry.

Fight I will

Till the words I breathe reaches generation to come.

My Speck etched in time.

Yesterday

Just yesterday I felt like i couldn’t walk, I felt like it was the end for me
Just yesterday i had it all, I felt like it was my moment
Like it would remain as is, then again just yesterday
I was sad i felt like i couldn’t carry on, I was ashamed
It just felt like the whole world was watching me and laughing at me

Just yesterday i was happy, I felt like i was at the top of the world
Like nothing could go wrong, I was the moon looking down on the stars
I felt like i could be anything i wanted to be, everything was just a breath away
Today looking at yesterday I realize the only difference is my thoughts
My strength lies in my thoughts; I can channel the right energy and Change my life
I can look at the glass half empty and soon enough it would be empty
It was my choice

Then one day i woke up, looked at my life and I made a choice
I changed my thoughts, I made a promise that i would refrain from being pessimistic
I was going to let yesterday be live my today and make the best of it
Because truly speaking yesterday is gone…

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