Poetry – Page 29 – SIMPLE WORLD

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?”

Rhythms to the Land of Revelation

The very bad thing

Easily catches the mind

Making a full public appearance

It grabs the throat

Impedes the soul

Deafens the ears

Stamps the heart

Hoping to shower the eyes with glittery things

For a time, the world is stunned

Basking in this new found power

Only for some to open mouth and shout

“Liar, for hope does not come to accuse”

Dying spring of the savannah

Heal my bruised heels

Rest my tired mind

Trouble me out of sleep

So I may live through my words

Raise me through the veils of basic death

These times of revelations

Holds back the skin from shedding

But I digress not further

Instead the truth I stress

Is to press onto the blade of the truth

And taint no more

Living fore-more into one’s self

Digging deeper into the ditch of life

The tongue that never changed

Neither did the thread of soul

Only the rise for the hunger of our needs

So again must I digress further not?

Maybe until another night of Lucien

For under these starry stars the air blows hot

And the fan tries hard to best the fight

Zen of Love

If I ever fall

Deep into love

So sweet, will it be

I would sink so deep

Forgetting all

Till the bite comes, full swing

Then I will remember the fall

So sweet, it was

To taste the heart that must have went away

The Journey So Far

My feet never touched wooden ships

Yet, I flew high into the skies

Sitting parallel to the stress below

Was the illusion of balance gone?

The boy that once tasted red sand

The force destroyed created the feel of anger

I, now a man, seeking wealth found hate

Coated with faded reality

Dreaming of better days

When the rain still mattered

The bite of soldier ants

Scratching till the blisters redden

Times when the simple was never trouble

Days when shirts were stained with dirt

Moments when the catch of insects was fun

Now on this pavement, smiles sickened world

I search, hoping to remember

That success is less if found through gold

For I know, if I find joy in tender papers

Without purpose, or surplus in mind

I will rather, let the me die in this state

Laying in a grave

Bones gleaming white

Engraved with my once happiness

Beautiful

The darkest tunnel may

Bring the brightest of light

Sometimes it burns bright

Because, the night before was starry black

The days at times went so cold

That the road that was walked on felt too strange

Trekking alone was the only piece of mind

Some gloves and a jacket, it was

A cup of drugs, some relief from hunger

A taste of self-medicine during

Times, when to be different from oneself

Came back in full circle

Free access to a dire times of tired soul

But lately, to be unique might be the only way to live

And die without grudge.

Bass Love

The drummer hits the drum with power

Power to propel him into a blissful future

Future without a motion of regret

Regrets, some hold onto for dare life

Life, some forget to cruise with

With others, it’s a merry go round

Round and round, they swing

Swinging without restraint

Restraints that hit hard when jammed on

On the surface the power of love has the drummer hitting bass

Bass of love has most people dancing crazy

Crazy life, isn’t it?

Lost Magic

Listen my child,

The old doctors saw the future

So they crossed legs

And threw stones at the floor

Counting away the time that was to arrive

When will the blue sky turn red? They asked

Amongst them, those afraid had no answers

So they cut down trees

And rolled down heads from stairs

Hoping their cries would instigate

A hunter killed a sleeping tiger

Seeking an appraisal from the king

He showed the tiger’s skin to his king

The king seeing the eyes of the beast

Became afraid for his own soul

So, he ordered the hunter back to the woods

Back in the woods

The bow-man met with the wife of the tiger

Smitten with her beauty, he fell to ground

Hoping for forgiveness

Smitten with hatred, she broke his bones

Making meal of his dripping heart

The world has forgotten its root

Thrown away the honor it never once had

Deep into the intergalactic science

So my child what are?

Rockets to bamboo leaves, cowries to dying cards?

When all we do is stir the course into prevalent rage

An inevitable end to all the bad seeds we have sown

Dare put your ears to ground

For, you will hear that the birds no longer sing

Only cry for the fate of men of the same kinds

The Tower of the Lost Souls

The audacity of man
Claiming hands of god
Speaking the reflected light
The hell the world brings out
On earth, full fleshed
The heaven we seek must be fought inside
Or keyed into a chain of faith

The shrieks are loud, only distracting fools
But do hold on for dare soul
For the race is long
And the pain goes in deeper
A new face the world sheds into

Man has no true answer
Only full with false taste
So I pray, hands clasped together
Hoping for the road without destruction
For the commercials initiate the unaware minds
Lashing lust and diamond dreams
Dancing them into a circle of dark clouds

The abstract answer to life are dreams
Face them,
For the world’s light is blinding
Open those minds,
Steer away, for the waves are coming
Full speed, rising high
Landing straight for head, gripping tight for soul

So if you know, then know the red skies will fall one day
But before I preach on, let me go clean away my daily sins

Hard to go out without nothing

In the end, space is the destiny
An infinite to the wasted void
The stars fight for our freedom
Do you see them not rage?
Dripping on the falling dew
Grandiose with the music that swells
Heavy with the bucket of tears

Ride with the tides
Or stay stagnant with the waves
Free trees, paid exercises
Reminisced envelopes, prime talking
Bound to have all that was never wrong
Tired of nobody to have never had love for
Empty with the silence, henceforth

Tie the knot of hope
And pray to wear the brace of admittance

When do the birds do come

When do the birds do come
For every time I whisper
They sing
All thanking the skies for the berries
Praying after the rain had gone
They drain away yesterday water
To the caterpillar, it flows down
To the green leaves, it performs a stagnant tradition
Dancing, enticing the dew of the morning

When do the birds do come
For the time I see the sun
The heat rises from my left side
Blowing wind to me
The crisp warmth of light
Letting the plays from the talking drum ring
Flowing with fresh soup
Hot to mouth, afresh for breath

When do the birds do come
For the evening, frogs croak
Happy for the residing sun
The returning snake shakes lips
Praying for the fruits of tomorrow
Words from the creaking flies
Biting the ears for a chance to listen
Humming for the light remaining

When do the birds do come
Maybe until the coming of sun
Silently accepting the visit of night
A night blissful with dark