Uyi – Page 37 – SIMPLE WORLD

Mercy mercy

O If the birds hear me tonight
I plead for the stones I threw
Aiming to judge even before your flight
I plead though I saw you leave ground
Flying to the skies
Seeking answers up high
I plead, a child I was
A child seeing the world, a different
For my mind had seen death before birth
So I threw stones hoping to forget with a laugh
Where is the laughter now?
You running, knowing, hoping
I could someday join you deep in the blue

The Ape of an Angel

He, living by the sword,
Was destined to die from its many cut
The heaven gates opened,
Swallowed him into its abode
He remained amazed,
The glory he had never seen
Harps and harps were played
He crying, saw his mistakes
For before the time that was now
He had died a million times before
Life knowing, he would listen
Even to times of many deaths

Who’s willing t…

Who’s willing to try
Yes, to save a world
Yea, save our sweet world
Save a world that is destined to die

Marvin Gaye

I am, I am

I am poetry
Poetry in me
A sentence served, a calling heard
I am poetry
Speaking to be
Horning to groom skills
Skills unleashed to bring back
The voices unsung

System finding, location searching
Acquired souls, retaining minds
Holding past cries
Speech held back
Locked in the tube of cells
Poked by a chain of blades
Intending to bring doom
God forbid! my dear

Rewind, return
I am poetry
Poetry in me
No matter
The place or sea
Greatness breaks free
Yeah, a bag of bragging rights

Nickels and Dimes

The storm forges through
Through the rhymes, I concur
To the holes never seen
I am here to say that the heaven holds deep
In the minds of slaves
Slaves that refused cake
Buttered sand and made gold
Spitting plain cries, placed in burning furnace
Uh, so hot it was
That gold fled far
Leaving dust for those that thirst for soul

Thirsty throats always talk
Nothing about, they yawn
Empty threats, talking ceilings
Yap, yap
But our souls are made anew
By your every yap
Every taunt, it grows
Strength, stretching far wide
Sky, soaring high
Reaching, till we become the conquerors
Of the new earth
So yap on
Please, yap yuck
Till all there is,
is my back in sight

The Path to Free Things

These diamonds are free, the sign says
Working all day, thinking the sweat is enough
Smelling sick, mind pouring heat
Souls working hard, grind going long
Great wisdom driving through these holes
The caves, dead dreams
Lost dreams, are they not?

Next in line to wash these dirty dirt
Lord, drive away these peeping peps
Lord, these veins go through
Striking cords, hustle underneath
Hearty hearts, rotten food
Roasting beef, guess the axe goes deep
Crying for relief, blurry vision
Burning so long till the return of eternity
Eternity that speaks blackie black smoke
Signs that says, “Bury of all them coals”.
Another outlaw story without love
Bound to never be understood
But the mind reaches out saying,
“These diamonds don’t come cheap”

Yeah, yes
Already tanned, forever stained
Folded bodies, bundled power
Lower goes the number
Higher goes the saying
“Brother, brother
Ain’t we brothers no more?”

Random Stories of Tom and Jerry

Tom and Jerry is still one of my favorite cartoon shows. One of the only few shows with very few words. From friendship, to societal commentary, the show hits its mark on various issues affecting our society. As a child growing up in a third world country, Tom and Jerry was all I had. I mean I had electricity, went to a good school, fed well, but as per entertainment, that show kept me well fed. From its jazz inspired music the show used sights and sounds to communicate out its message.

Right now, I am currently watching an episode in which Tom tries to eat a gold-fish, but Jerry saves the gold-fish (a girl) by bringing a shark into the situation. To be brief, Tom runs away and Jerry is left with the gold-fish and tries to hit on her. But he too runs away when the shark claims the gold-fish all to himself. It’s a shark eat, shark world. Being nice is the new vintage.