I will write

Even though they take me away
forever enslaved, toiling for the crumbs
hands foots and mouth.
never knowing when it might pour again
for it’s hailing in my peace
I shall have it within my soul
to write again.
they can take all my time
but….my soul will be redeemed
from incarcerations of want
and…..
sherlock’s Shackles
I will write again brethrens.
hold thy peace eternal, I will write

i'm sorry, wont happen again

Its anger
She had to get the deptherA
Now i have to wait for four years
Four years wasted
Lastnight, i bite her
I wanted her so badly
she asked for her glass of wine
I spilt it and gave her a slap
i bit her cheek in anger
it felt good
I felt like trash,
i apologised
But today i punched her face again
I feel .......................
empty, looking for attention
why cant i have it like the jones

Oh happy day

Oh happy day
as beauty is crimson
or even lacy satin
blue berry or cranberry
quenching my eternal thirst
an eye candy so to speak
beauty who are you...?
if not, what a happy day you are.

The Believer

Said the devine business man
dressed to the holly nines
a pink suit, pointed shakespearian moccasins
complete on congolese python, poor thing
a black book of the goodness and niceties in hand
tie in neck, a neon noose, i said to myself, HA!
a ghost in a stale scripted horrendous pictography, HA!
in tranquil chill, he said again, come yee to me
i’m the way, the truth and the light
while the piano man serenaded
i with endless lyrics of sadness
my eyes pops off the sockets
the truth, the way and the light... come to you? HA!
Lord have mercy! my wailing for the brainwashed
a while ago…
they came in sheep’s skins
yet they were foxes.
a stella performance i applaud, who i’m i to follow..
the believer?

I need to go Home

Please God! Amen

Is a Journey

Yesterday while the sun was setting
And the breeze was whistling sweet melodies
My heart needed a warm melodic touch
As I was thinking about you
Yesterday I was looking for signs of leaving
Yesterday, a raging fire inside for the first step,
Reliquishing the need to want to stay
I held sweet memory,
You hold me back, but do you really need me?
I guess its time for me to let me go
And walk, walk never o’er my back
Not even the sweet memories strumming
Serenading the thought of a comeback
I have found a new avenue to park my heavy wagon
You found a new southern Easterly to sail you through
When you reach an oasis, would you please smile for me.
For yesterday, I smiled for you one last time
I was thinking about you,
Today, this avenue before me
Is a Journey. Would you smile for me?

I am Afraid

I am afraid
I am afraid of myself