Poetry – Page 31 – SIMPLE WORLD

Act X: Forever Began

The cord none see

Not in blood

Deep in heart

Assured in sleep

The bondage of blood

Where has that motion lead you to?

The refusal of those who flow with the rivers far from you

The acceptance of those who you deem right or left

Am I related to you?

Difference in skin and tone, yes

But these words are my origins

Forever I live

Forever you live

Our makings are in our words

So, if you have distaste in my makings

Sorry, but I already forever began

Bones thrown, rolling chants
Surreal melodies
Translating the words from the drum
Victorious voltron
Born to die, alive to revolt
Full of parallel voices
Struck by the insurgent vibe
Silk devices
Lasting screech
Revamped echo
Psychedelic retreat
Stimulating templates of return
The ground to meditate
Depriving the urge to sulk
Unfightwitable

the world is yours, said scar

Coated choice
They try to limit one
But two is never one

Hymn the rhymes
The sky I saw
Haunting and liberating
I remember my birth

Before the placenta
The world was already living
We talked
Ambience writing

Then I needed not scribble
I dream not
I saw the crown of stars
Neither in night, or in slap
In life
Before the soul was locked

I flew
I saw all that was
I moved

Voided hate
Blank despise
Born in the midst of time
A new element, I wrote

The world is here
Though the mind seeks freedom
For now, I will live
Till the morning after

The word was flesh
and the man in red listened

Thinking Bells

Singing Locks
Reminiscent of past glory
Music of late granulates meaning
Forming the loudness present
Contemporary times
Rock bottom in taste
A world in party
Looking not ahead
The lullabies rings
Trouble overflows
So, the wand casts a spell
Hoping we all forget
The meaning granulated
Wrong or right
Pick a muse and live on.

World of Assata

Walk with her
Still on-apprehensive
Proud morning
Soft trend
Gentle stamp
Fierce grab
Sniff
Cold lips
Thinking broadly
Telling thickly sound
Heart of notes
Rain of dew
Redeeming reflections
The road of open roses
Yes,
Another morning spaced with Assata

Money, Money, Money

The snow on road

Sun above

A little synth

The shifts we work

Another letter of bill

The strong aura of crisp rises

The long taste for strings

Plays of the people from Lazarus

Hands thrown higher

A fortune of coupe drives forth

Tempting horns

Bleating sheep

Howling three words

Penny-wise, a dim-wit move

Wise spending again

A voluptuous laughter

Crying pain, mocking sound

A little sugar, please

Act VIII: Intentions

The markings shine bright in the crowd

An x, a treasure

The gate to fulfilment

A reason to grasp

So right the sign went

High to the ground

Rising above all

A life to lead

The price to live

Bright Anita

The carvings you bring finds my bonds of paper ever so well. Hence I shall stop my wrong ways to find my right ones with you. The silence we bring helps build the bridge between sweet and slow. So let’s roll into the carriage of pumpkins and silver wheels. Most people always find new ways to find our fault. The danger we show gets the race started;

Melodies of solace.

Crisp like rice

Reddened sauce

Peppered layers

Showered hinges

An uncollected perspective

A growing spirit

A generous smiling

Lasting after the embrace

Time to sweet drive

Long; till we see a glow