MY SUICIDE NOTE

MY SUICIDIDE NOTE

Believe it or not, my life ends with this poem
Every word, is my flesh and your understanding my bone
I write this poem for you to read,
hopefully you'll understand the reason my pen bleeds
Maybe I'll pass-out as I'm writting this
Casualty on duty like a crook
Death gives me dirty looks
For only God judge me – I'm an open book
To whomever finds this note
I beg you to quote
That I took my life without a gun,a rope
Poison not even a slit throat
I simply picked my pen……
And wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote

False Hope

False hope will creep again rapidly, when hope is lost
It is then acknowledged by the fool’s irrational heart
Oh the poor fool,
False hope is only realized;
Once the mind rationalizes the irrational decision of the heart

Battle, battle, and defeated again by false hope  
Yet the same fool, will await another encounter
Waiting eagerly, counting days,
Scouting like a brilliant tactician

And upon its return, the fool’s planned strategy
Faces an unchanged battle
Battle, battle, and defeated again by false hope
The fool is now enforced to wait again
Enforced not by you, but by his conscience

Given not your task, he promotes his life in discipline
Once you come forth, you bring repercussion:

The poor fool is now no more steadfast
The parent repercussion, seeps in his mind;
With both sons Hurt and Sorrow

The fool now ponders with a rhetorical question,
Why won’t the parent repercussion have another child?

Done By: Mushtaaq Khalil

It's the end of the road

The day I realised you were really leaving
The light inside me died
My soul stopped breathing
It’s the end of the road

How do you teach yourself to lie?
Saying everything will be okay
Even though you know…
It’s the end of the road

The only way I know I’m still alive
Is the horrifying pain inside my empty chest
How do you accept that there is no more hope?
It’s the end of the road…

I’m standing on a cliff
Do I jump or do I leap?
There is no other way
It’s the end of the road

It’s the end of time
It’s the end of life
It’s the end of the road.

In Circles I Trust

Sometimes it happens in this spiral of cycles
Before we have life, there must be death
Before there is light, there must be night
Sometimes this happens as, we journey in circles

Yes.

Sometimes it happens, life sequences cycles
Journeys of stars form, journeys of galaxies
Journeys of thought form, journeys of societies
Sometimes it happens as, parts form the whole

So open your senses, let it seep to your soul
For when there is night soon, light may follow
And when there is death soon, life may follow

So, do not deter
No, do not defer
Sometimes this happens, in a spiral of cycles.

Glass Vol1

Almost like there's this undeniable shatterproof glass between me and the world, a force blocking sound, so my voice falls on the echo of silence, i love you, i see you, can you hear me…trying to connect but the signal is blurred, trying to reach out but with no prevail , so do i keep trying or sit on the bench of despair, hoping, for the things not heard not seen, hope for meaning guidance and truth….to be continued

D.T.P. (Dropped To Pieces)

Inspired by: Love, Lies, Cheating & Dishonesty
For: My boys out there.  

While doing the usual (chasing girls) she called and left me with the look that displayed the unusual (shocked). Clearly visible to my friends my trends felt faint and far from being visual.
It's always been me in control, how did she get to quickly turn things around and have me running to her.
She said, “please find your way to me, I need you” but this time the sweetness was missing from her voice and within her words I don’t recall me being her BABYLOVE. Surely felt like I'm at the crossroads at rush hour battling to reach the other side of the road. At my arrival she still felt distant, short of smiles and out of greetings. With the ''I'm disappointed look'' she asked me “Why did you dish up too much now that you can’t finish what’s on the plate? (love me as you promised)”. Lost in her words I replied “Baby what” …and before I could finish the line she moved a bit closer and asked me to hold her one last time. Puzzled by the request my face gave birth to sadness. They say ‘tears of a man don’t fall into the ground’ but not this time, they definitely bled into the ground. ''Baby wait what’s going on?'' She replied  “I don’t know but this is life that you rolling on” (careful). ''It's not that I'm relocating or don't love you any more, this battle is out of my hands I can’t take it anymore’’ When a woman loves a man sometimes its better she moves out of her man’s heart due to being given less and less room to enjoy his presence in her life. I can handle pain but it feels more severe with this knife (heartache). I'll never stop loving you but for now I’ve got no choice but to have you Dropped To Pieces and in God’s Will I shall return to put together the broken pieces, LOVE YOU ALWAYS.

***APPRECIATE HER PRESENCE IN YOUR LIFE***
      <<SHE WILL DO THE SAME IN RETURN>>

Tick tock, tick tock, time is nothing

Time is nothing its just a matter of tick tock
confusing a new generation inside a transparent sock
when one is lost in a space of no return turning into an obsolet stock

Broken into different figures of nothing
its seconds you realize you still something
or nothing that turns into a flash of bling and bling

There you go again counting meaningless`
steps, paces faces and laces fearless`
slipping into a broken minute of stress

When you get to a point of realizing that even a broken watch
has the right time twice a day its time you march
to an instance of contigency and superior match

Tick tock, tick tock, time is nothing…

JUST BEFORE I GO

JUST BEFORE I GO

Just before I go, make my day, kiss
me on the four head and tell me
you love me. Just before I go, hold
me in your arms, telling me "its all
right".
Just before Im at your mercy, be sure
to catch my grip. Before this breath
taking site catches my eye. Besure
to tell me its gona be over soon.

Just before I enter this deep
relentless chasm, and hold the
gound with my dead chest. Just
before I get cold feet, be there
to help me close my eyes and sleep.

the day before the day

There was calm in the still of the night
Neither a sound nor bat in flight
A frail withered man lay calmly on a bed
Just a sheet covered the man revealing only his head
A head of ash grey hair
Yet the face was fresh and fair
The man mustered a smile, hiding his pain
Pain which we could not bear
A comforting touch from the man’s wife
Gave him a momentary burst of life
For it was this woman that he’d come to love so dearly
Around the bed, three young men sat, his sons clearly
Silence filled the room like water in a glass
We all knew that the time had come to pass
For it was the day before the day
That the man went on his way

Life is in simple things

Have you ever heard the pitter patter of feet
Of children playing in the street

Heard the rumbling of thunder in the night
Enough to give you a fright

Stopped to smell the roses in the garden
With guilt, almost asking them for a pardon

Life is in simple things
With all the joy it brings

Have you ever caught raindrops on your tongue
When spring has sprung

Did you ever watch the sunrise
When birds in flight arise

Have you ever felt blades of grass under your feet
It’s pretty neat

Life is in simple things
With all the joy it brings

Have you ever smelt rain after a hot day
Although you’d wish for the sun to stay

Touched a caterpillar on a leaf
A butterfly is what he will become, what a relief

Have you ever walked along the beach
With waves as angry and almost with a lesson to teach

Life is in simple things
With all the joy it brings
Live it