The pain, the horror Slight terror more trauma Talk of shame and honor Sick of games and drama Plain taste of karma Clean slate for a dark fate Adrenaline high shelved by fear in trying Factors that scream risks Spotlight when it hits just right An engaging smile well inviting than a welcome mat Hefty laughter, ribs aching with happy tears flowing Provocative thoughts begging me to change them as I spit thrice Small talk, nothing short of knowing more Write a story how complex A show of glory some upon acing it all Facing the music on stage unable to dance One in hand slightly better than lack thereof Black and white not even the two are as blank as they seem
For I have had it both ways Been gutted like an animal and also celebrated like a new born In shreds while piecing myself together and also had a variety to choose from A rumbling tummy whose only response was a glass of water and at times at a buffet setting feasting on visually before plating it. Chased away for being a liability, yet like a dog with a bone times would come when their attention on me they’d not let go. Sneezed and in response was a bless you, while in another setting looks of disgust followed. Teared down when hopelessly deprived of this world’s haves and have nots Seen the affection that humanity has to offer and it’s effects, on the other side its afflictions and and a blind eye turned towards it all. Screamed in an empty room just to let it out and also at a concert hiding the frustrations in plain sight Weakened by my loved ones cry for help and helplessly watched on as I could do nothing to alleviate their pain Been on the receiving end of a business connection and also connected a few, the joy that brings is just phenomenal. Stuck on my own thoughts with never ending unanswered questions, but able to assist others sort theirs out. Liquidated my all to solidify my today in hopes of a better tomorrow, from scratch is just a new beginning with grand experience this time. Queued to purchase the premise that am not good enough and I’ll amount to nothing, but unshackled my mind for what the society thinks of me is not who I am. An exchange of words turned to fists, at times anger calmed down by the right approach to dialogue. Strange to say ave enjoyed pain and in some instances couldn’t even wish any of it on an animal let alone a fellow being. A topic of gossip ave been and also been among a group bad mouthing others Dined with who society pegged as great and also fended for self with scraps and am still here Cashed in cheques and been on the receiving end of great deals though stressed, been broke to zero and still joy oozed out of me like light piercing the nightly skies. More to write, alot to think of and all in all that’s not the end but a tipping point gauging my stamina in this balance of life.
The one I love lives in me, making me feel safe for home is where the heart is at peace. Her strides are not of haste nor does she catwalk to impress but moseys like a a supervisor in a factory checking on progress, she admits to be primitive not because she is but she well knows she doesn’t understand everything about the world, but knows she’s ready to listen and learn what she doesn’t know and also top up to what she knows.
A character worth the time a true personality whose stubbornness knows no boundaries, a star was born in her and she hernesses ever last ounce of who she is just to better what she has. Brave in her own way and steps aside to avoid unnecessary battles knowing the biggest war she has to overcome is between herself, fun loving and supportive for nurture was rained on her like a bursted dam with weak walls.
My love has a sweet spot for snacking, an appetite so huge for life which is shared by the embrace of culture through various delicacies. Her taste pallet like a pissed off alarm clock rings in her tongue with anger every time she misses an opportunity to take it out for a treat.
I hate her so much yet love her much more and have in turn espouse her snags making them my own and hopefully vice versa, to know her is to want her to be her is to love life and to have her is nothing but a way to piss me off.
Her picturesque tumeric like skin tone diverts the ambience of the room and the focus outlines her enchantress look filling mines ticker. She whom I love does love me and sure enough I adore her, our sense of humour encompasses what we call Joy from within, her greatest fear is loosing herself, her own self worth not forgetting her will to live.
Shits gotten real and breakdowns have seen her plummet like a rolling stumbling rock down the cliff of despondency, her almond shaped eyes damp with tears as her throat to sore to scream out her frustration. Hurt beyond despair hunched with her head on her knees and arms wrapped like a blanket around her legs. Back stabbed some many times you’d mistaken her for a dart board or a war zone.
Smitten we are that our insecurities can be conversed and no judgement implied, she is the epitome of open mindedness and every time me and her get hit on by someone we play along and later share as if to say we still marketable. We both believe everything happens for a reason and not to force the season, but we also don’t start something we can’t see through since we stand by each other.
To bad she doesn’t know me nor of my existence, am I noticing things she doesn’t?, Or could it be a figment of my imagination? Am I close to it so bad or am I loosing it ? Well I better get the clay and mold her up for she’s just but more to me than this, I am single so disregard all of this plus the title differs from the whole piece.
Tip toe as to the reason of the sneaking by. Bye bye is the wave am used to for the vessel that’s life will forever flow. A beast to my own desire, judge me not. Beauty oozing like honey droops from the hive. My life’s a mystery, so adventurous why not document it. Can’t seem to account for every last minute, yet my goals are netted. Hating arguments yet debating it out like a Parliament. At par all seems far as I gaze into the horizon I crave for that man meats poison. In the midst of chaos, no ones got me like you do. At all times moulded like art by this culture. Never been a clans man, but man just listen to my plans. My clarity is begotten by character, persona and humility let alone all this vanity. Am at my end hanging from a cliff, but my spirits are high for I have tied a knot so as to hold on. Gone is the safety net though life has tired another knot up top to help me step on my past and hold on to this new found hope. A note is in the air am yet to find out whether am being pulled up or lowered down, for whichever way is safer is unknown to me.
We choose not this world, it chose us instead Doesn’t mean you should be reckless and feel entitled Life was in motion before our commotion of existence We should change as a people or doom ourselves The sweatness of tears is best felt when we cannot find words to express joy A bitter smile has a betrayal smirk lurking on the side of the lip Sheer anger and misery renders one in shreds if control ain’t self A winner is everyone of us given that we are the sperm that made it We all have an opinion, the choice is whether to air it out or keep it to yourself A warrior of modern day times requires Information and smarts to conquer anything thrown their way. Least you expect a sacrifice to be made for you yet you never reciprocate Age isn’t always accompanied by wisdom, sometimes it comes alone open your eyes and see it yourselves. A stubborn soul is not always a disturbed one, though an overthinker Wonder why people’s behavior changes when it nears their birthdays and some don’t treat others as per their demands We lift weights to broaden our bodies, but are burdened by our own insecurities which we don’t let go Refuse to open up to new things which in turn limits our knowledge
That I am holding a deep red rose In a tear filled mourning room The sweeping winds of pain blows And tears fall upon the bloom A twinge of unease overcoming my limbs. Nothing to hold on to, yet weakness creeps in like the Grim ripper. Savage is the act that lay down under as I am yet to let go. A good word here, a sad face there, but the question being the end of the journey where? Mourn not for the purpose set for him/her is fulfilled the preacher says. And so he/she was begotten and soon hope not yet to be forgotten. Solace may you find you fragile hearted one and bliss be upon those you left behind. Soldier on my dear and watch over us as we face this fear. You might be fallen but we rise on your behalf, matching on and igniting the fire you left ablaze. A whisper so strong the echo fills my body, oh why you I ask? Hollow is the depth 6 foot under, the casket waves good bye as it travels South. Time to sand you over oh sweet one, My rose will rise to form a flower bed for you. Its gross how mucus and tears mix up to show you, of how we felt and melt in sorrow. Adios my brother, goodbye my sister Aloha and rejoice for you journey to a special place. Until We Reunite
To love is to be loved, but that doesn’t necessarily equate to the sum total To care is to loose and to be always disappointed, since the hurt never ceases A day without laughter is wasted and truly hasted Truth be told it is what it is Home is where the heart is The hurt is recognizing that the sentence is incomplete For home is where the heart is at peace Least we know what we can bring to the table best not judge what’s tabled A picture is worth a thousand words they say, but how many do we delete before filtering the one we’ve posted? A trailer tells you alot about what’s to come, but does the actual film live up to it? A broken person with a great smile can go miles, as to the reason one born with a silver spoon will cry over something minial since it’s a milestone to them. Hate is begot by greed and jelousy nurtured by lack of self acceptance.
It's not the size of the house that matters, but the heart that transforms it into a hospitable home that counts. You can have a huge house but with no room to fill your emptiness, but a sizeable home with enough space for life to thrive.
When the going gets tough the tough gets going. Hence they confuse themselves knowingly, growing mad over this and that. Old is gold their say, but isn’t gold also old per say . The chicken or the egg is the which came first question of the day. While do we eat to live or live to eat is a question of a life time. Its a world where you find parents trying to buy their children’s affection. Awarding them game console to console them. Later you find them with a shrink having shrimp at a counseling session. For change is what they term this as, of which you don’t fight but embrace. A thick person is the talk of town, while a skinny person does not also get the crown, grounded jokes for the short and above the height of sea level for the tall. So lets call the world a bunch of clowns for being judgmental whether black, white or brown. You cant please everyone “they say” all you have is to please yourself.
One day I will die and leave this earth. Today I try to forge a new path. That day someone will cry and all will be but a memory. Although soon to be forgotten I urge you not to worry. Gone too soon, set in stone will my grave stone read. Still will I lay, as my flesh feasted on while it decays. My bones shall lay chilled as the only remains, dust to dust it is said. The soul that is now me will forever rejoice.
But today I the son of man lives. Am I luckier than our departed brothers and sisters. Am I making the best of what I have or whining over missed opportunities?
Theres no love but true love. Theres no option but to have. People desire whats not theirs. We leave curiously and thats our tendecy. Ogling like an owl , whistling more than the snowy winds. Is it greed that defines us as a person or is it human nature. Culture and religion an impact so strong to those who believe. The art of life is unexplainable a priceless gift from mother nature. Lets not call it a masterpiece for the rich believe everyone/everything has its price. The tides and winds seems to fall and rise, but never grow tired and weary. For many have tried and failed, but failuire is a lesson. Many might have witnessed the apple fall but only newton asked why? A one in a billion chance you are awarded just ask yourself what makes you so special. Lifes a journey “they say” but wheres the destination I ask?