Words

Analyse lines.
I long to speak in pen.
White pages, thoughts, crowding mind.
I scribble a fewer.
Pen slides because ink is wet as dew, black or blue.
Screw those who say i don't have a talent.
These lines come alive when spoken.
Build your courage and speak bold minds because poets are gods in their minds.
Unstopable thoughts, images, expreinces in life.
I envy those who write friction, instead of the truth the world deserves.

All i speak is the truth.
My diary is my confession booth.

Strange love

Sweet memories!I'm their golden retriever.
But usually after a night of poisoning my liver,
i get temporary amnisia.
This morning it's looks like i have lost that hard-earned ability,
because the naked body lying next to me looks and smells so familiar.

Before i knew it she was gone.
Now i am in my room,all alone,
losing it!
I can not watch t.v or listen to my own personal collection of music
or worse!
I can not do anything without cutting down a minute to think about her.

For the entire day,my mind has been filled with comple images of her,
from the bottom of her feet to the tips of her hair.
I kept wishing last night could reoccur.

It's night time and my body is laidback
but my thoughts are restless.
I guess they are on their night shift,
of thinking of her.

Some feeling this is!
A strangce one indid!

Girl with wounds

Nobody likes the girl
that stands alone
Nobody likes the scars
on her body
Nobody wants to see
the pain thát clearly
On her arm roads have
been travelled
Little red patterns
Nobody knows where
she hides
Or the thoughts in her mind
They never tried
Friends just threw everything
back in her face
Not wanting to have anything
to do with it
Couldn't handle it
Just adding another pattern
to her arm
Making way for her to
walk by
A ghost in disguise
Floating from one thing
to another
Never uttering a word
about her wounds
Nobody dares to get close

Patience

(Let us grieve)

And here we sit,
My thoughts and I
Bleeding tears as
The soul wails
There’s nothing left
Nothing to fill your void
Have mercy Lord
Heal my wound
Grant me Patience.

FATE

Heavenly life anointed
Above my head unappointed
Carameled surfaces  of doom
Silently I ambled alone
Tied thoughts in my mind unfreed
A whisper, a call ftom a rattling desert
Razed it is my reign
AS i gazed the profundus lines…
on my wrinkled palms fade away
Hallucination a suspicion in my imagination
Messengers with a cracked mirror
Repeated duplications of me reflecting different figure.
And now my thoughts unleashed
And truth an obvious factor
My dreams unreached, my future my worry
My soul in denial, one breath i failed to draw
Emotionless face i assumed
Motionless creature i become.
The sullen bells were ringing.

In love with life

I'm trapped in tragedy of loving but not loved
I'm concerned so much love is thrown to waste
My hope inspired thoughts sings me a lullaby every night
My pen on paper feeds my hope and my tomorrow receive little light
Ever since you knew you're indispensable
Your selfishness grew and your true colors were displayed
This life is too harsh for a love deserving being
If there was a way to reinstate your existence
Loneliness would be your eternal clock
However I've got no choice but to accept you as you are
For this life without you is no life

Should, Could and Would

You lay in my arms and for a split second I let down my guard
And confessed that I don’t want you to leave
But you could not stay
And would not

My mind became an open book as I said what I felt
And felt what I said
Knowing that you should not hear
And not a thing you understood

I refused to entertain any thoughts of emotion that I might have for  you
And I thought it best to let you go
But I will not stop wondering
What the infinite possibilities might have been

Today I want to call you
But I could not
Right now, I want to see you
But I will not
Tomorrow, I will miss you
But I should not…

Words,words

Words;words;words;
Uttered by tongues tightned in reins.
Words evoking ink stains of thoughts,
and paged in emotions.

Words ;words;words.
The flaming sword of convinction;
of my convinction.
The convinction of my unspoken word.

Friends & Strangers

A room full of strangers
A room full of friends
What is the difference
When you’re all alone

The room humming
Conversation flowing
You look across the room
A wink, somebody noticed

The loneliness of the crowd
At home when you don’t fit
But somebody will notice
And give a knowing smile

Suddenly you’re not alone
In a room full of strangers
But very alone in thoughts
In a room full of friends

I am a dreamer

I am the joy in the happiness cried for
The remedy for the poison world ate
The son of the summer rain
Pouring from the blue sky on a sunny day
I walk down the street of death fearlessly
I give the hopeless halcyon life
For I am a dreamer

I am the edge of the Hercules sword
That thrust against vicious death hungry for human life
I make the earth quake with my voice
I stand on the mountain and greet the world
With African drums backing me up
I make music with my thoughts
For I am a dreamer

I am the colours of rainbow
After heavy floods of blood rains in Africa
I am the rising sun of hopes and dreams of peace in Middle East
I fight for serenity for I’m the soldier of the world
I watch the sun rise, go down and rise again
For I sleep with eyes open

I see the dawn bringing signs of happiness
For I never see negative
My eyes are diamonds with golden sight
For I am a dreamer

I build castles of dreams in world of nightmares
My vision is unstoppable
For I am a dreamer