stop that

If u are matching, stop matching
if you are fighting, stop fighting
if you are doing anything, stop anything
if you are walking away, stop walking away

Will this be your home? if not, I'm sorry.

Where the skies are dotted with freckles
sky blues and golden
where no albatross or a swan or even a sparrow
knows home than I do
Where the wind is calm and gentle
where the delicate lilies frolic
where there is no mans or even womans land
where only you will be at home
With a troop of Guarding angles
Ready for battle on your command

Will this be your home? if not, I'm sorry.

a life so much adored!

The smile you see on my face
is a feather of a beau bird
a feather so gently delicate n fragile
flung from an even beau wing
wing so swift it cuts the air
while I catch a breath
in my dreams as it flows
down a kaleidoscope n panoramic
waterfall only in paradise
swimming with golden white koi
swinging with crispy brown urang utang
blowing bubbles in perfect lines
lines I write here, not in a blog
but the story of my life..
holding me like a lover
n rocking me like a child
a story of storms and hail
avalanches n a million shattered fragile feathers
like the wake of a picture perfect scenario
based on creed race and religion
legions of chauvinist willing
whining, dined n wined.
the last line said…
a life so much adored!

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?