School of life

School of life

puberty

i'll buy you a sweet if
you dont tell…well
what can she say
her naive nine year old mind
is cornered by confusion
shuld i tell about the thief
an' if i dont,will i go to hell
maybe God will forgive me if i pray
or maybe i'll pretend to be blind
an' what eye saw was an illusion

who will know about my bed
time stories, i cant let her know
daddy said it's our little secret
he promised to buy me sweets everytime
i felt hurt inside…
but this feeling i cant hide
somebody must know about this crime
i cant confine a sinful secret
he should've listened when i said no
didn't he know what he did was bad?

mama…last night
while you were working
dad was kissing the breast
his hands held the hips
then fell between the thighs
i watched as he broke virginity
him in her,she held tight
at the door,i thought of knocking
but i waited till they were at rest
his beer breath kissed her lips
i froze to listen to her familiar cries
i saw puberty born an no more virginity.

i used to love her and i still do

EVERYDAY I SIT AND WONDER WHY I HAD TO LOSE HER
WHY SHE HAD TO GO
OH HOW I STILL LONG FOR HER
HOW I CRAVE FOR HER
HOW I WNT HER
HOW I NEED HER
HOW IM LONGING FOR HER
HOW IM PINING FOR HER
I USED TO LOVE HER
I STILL DO

just another chance

I did not even get a chance to say goodbye
you took me by surprise
if i could turn back the hands of time
just another chance

Without you i feel like the  lost sheep
You took everything with you
my heart,my love…
i did not get a chance to say 'I LOVE U'
just another chance

I love you,I love you
I love you

Just another chance  

a speacial dream

i use to have a special dream that someday i will find someone to make my life complete,someone whose bright laughter may bring joy to my life,someone who will  listen to wht my heart can say,someone who will share his closest attention with m,n that was a dream come true ever since i met n fall inlove with u…

free to be me

maybe lucifer wears leather
i can tell by the price of my sin
he probably wore shoes made of feather
'cause i never heard him come in
now my life's heavy like london weather
my days are darker than my skin
neighbours are starting to wonder wether
my blood's drunk from drugs
when i was robbed by thugs
they never cared consoling me wit  hugs
they judged my path,gunned my reputation
'cause i shunned their social obligation
their daughters lusting to slaughter me
between their thick thighs,like i dont see
their sinful schemes that kill dreams
but i will be free…
free from all miseducation
i will see their misrepresantaion
but until that day arrives..
i will remain stuck in their plans

blind dreams

blind man talks about the future
as if he can see it,painting a picture
clear like evening news,quotes a scripture
known by His followers,he tells a story
of collapsed architecture,malnutrition models
that seek fame beyond the game,
paranoid prison politicians lustin' material glory,
persuadin' people to believe we're the same
while they worship money like pop idols.

he speaks wise woeful words that echo
an' navigate through trenches in the ghetto,
those who hear it are born again
they are truelly liberated from all pain,
testifying the true meaning of Love
praising the Redeemer high above,
they tell success stories that blow heads
weak hearts lured by the devils pie
they become like samson wit' out  dreads
falling into nakedness of her lie,
siners rejoice as satan slaughters
the sheep,he gives glory to the daughters
who have lost their way…blood like flood
flowing like freedom chained in the neck,
the blind man speaks…but ears are deaf
who will hear what the blind see
who will know what will be

Why then?

Why the
Do I find myself
Putting pen to paper
The way I used to do
The familiar comfort and ease
That filled all other writing before

My channel to vent my feelings
The one way to say my bit
And know my thoughts will convey
Portray the darkness inside
The solemn loneliness
The utter an bottomless despair

Crazy thoughts fill my mind
My world closing in on me
My space folding
I feel trapped by grief
Those strange helpless sensations
Seem to be returning
Those sensations I turned away from
Now with a bang

Where are we going

Good vs Evil
Right vs Wrong
Young vs Old
Times ldest opposites

When I look at life
And where I have been
What we've had seems a dream
The good and the bad
All seem to have reason

When I look at love
And what we've shared
The times we did right
the times we wronged each other
There always seemed to be
More right than wrong

And when i look at us
Weseem worlds apart
Yet we share a bond
A speciasl bond between two
A bond which seems to be braking
Cause lately all we do
Is argue fuss and fight
Does it really matter
Who's wrong and who's right
It's keeping me up at night
I have so many questions
But………..

Well before i get wrapped up
In my state of insanity
I better stop
But I want to say
That we are slipping,
Falling,…….
I don't if this time
If we'll be able to make it up