Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains.
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Simple World: eyes wide shut
I choose to remain silent on this issue. The anger continues to sip into me, like a lake flowing into an ocean, I see the red rising everyday as I continue to maneuver this life. Night time is the hardest time for me during the given 24 because nightmares do exist and it becomes more scarier with my eyes wide open and then the demons come. During the day, I wear a mask, to keep the darkness at bay with the light either from the sun ray or the blue cloud. That’s why I hate the shit out of winter.
I have to write this darkness out for my sanity.
There are ever several things one could say about the idea of losing hope. The main point I will focus on is the decay that comes.
Stories of the Drone Children
Beats and bombs lament this world
In depths of pain
encrusted with insignia of war
children born lacking innocence
Believe me,
pain and despair, all for new souls
nothing left but depths of pain
encrusted to this bible called the internet
..
We, children always born without hope
Just hopeless, believe me
Like worms in belly
unknown to me
This war you bring tears me up
gun shells leaving my wells dry
Gradually, slowly
until starvation and famine
finally eats me up
Another child of the drone
lost to the silence of a dying world.
Afresh
Like twisted arrow
I seek a reversal
Acting like new never made me better
In sync with the manic of nature
I act like I’m told
Watched my devil violin
Singing along, I caught myself
Stop,
stop it!
Just saw my family tree
Just seen my spirit line
Made me smile
Made cry
Knowing my blood flowed
Like a twisted sense of humor
I know my creator watched me run in circle
Signs
Morning come
Money go
Honey,
Run!
I had severe warnings
from childhood memories,
to the dealings of the world
Eyes bleeding
stoned by a friend
I had severe warnings
Money snatched
Tricked by another
Severe warnings
Life was singing to me
Calling in, ringing in
Refusing to listen
I plugged into aloof
Myself only
The world was me
Until it wasn’t
Huts and Wars
It’s a table for all
More than twelve ordained
Every order gets left behind
When the world moves
Truth become lies
When the priests forgets time
Masses get caught between
The snake and bull
The virgin and the herdsmen
Her Energy depleting
Sapped
Slapped
Tapped
Sucked
Her energy rising
From where?
Maybe
the Unborn
And her living dead
In the Wild
I came from the green and leaves
Sand, water and mud
Hide, thick like Loxodonta Africana
Skin, black like the infinite abyss
Years dusted away with the beast
Out west, a man without a mission changes
I came from the forgotten places
A little past the the now bleeding Congo
where end time dragons pester and plunder
.
full circle when you recollect
Of wood and sugar
Across the desert, they came
Face slapped with an imported cross
..
Two ancient horned beasts
leading the blind to the valley for slaughter
white robe floating on elevated water
Destroying my own pigment
While exporting my own heart
false narrative
twisted tongue
Mind castrated
herstory forsaken
The land of the big waves ridden
with cancer
…
The taste of black for so long
in the world tasted bitter
No one cares for us
Souls scattered across the Atlantic
….
Now,
I seek mine and mine only
Culture belonging to me
Lands inherited from oral history
Blur!
His mind was gone
Sitting or standing
Alternating
between gravity and falling
An imbalance
I saw the blood stains plastered on his brown pants
Tethered black jacket
Knuckles white glistening
As he stood up
I knew this was not his exit
Yet, he got up
Wobbled to the large front doors
Got close
Then his feet failed
Slowly, he swayed back
into a bed of water
Or I think
Coz remember his mind was gone
Sitting or standing
Alternating
between here and some other place in my memory
Another Lifetime
In my heart, I hear the beat
The final word
An end, I must tell you
Yet when I’m close
I have no words
to connect, to combine
My own fear, keeping me safe
I must assume
The hurt, the memories
Circumvents to a past story
.
The early rain, hail storm sweeping
drowned our young love
Before we picked up for safety
flood emergency!
Both swirling down into the dam
..
My eyes circling, spinning
never holding onto the truth
…
I move an inch
another false start
Lies, I tell you
Sweet bytes, you reply
Tell me more, I sing
Tell me many more, you harmonize
Healing we can attain
through body resistance
Heat perspiration, we agree
After friction, summer heat
Passages and ridges
Satisfaction never reaching the port
Another fight ensues
….
Now tell me how do we build back?
Our foundation rocked by passing air
I take account to my many bad ways
ways: cold and closed
Those parts I never gave out
Stuck, hoping I forget
though I must move on now
From this tale that ended too soon
Damaged Control
I asked for a piece of mind
You give trouble
Finding faults on every part of me
Crisis leading to full blown battles
Is this any semblance of love?
Or devil lust?
I seek peace
You give blood
Pain equalizing the suffering
All these you give freely
Leaving me dry to the bones
Empty without an outlet
Garden ridden with thorns
My skin stuck, red dripping
My hunger never filled
Rumblings and enzyme ruptures
You promised bliss
All I see is turbulence
Freedom, blocked by denial
That leap refusing my feet
My legs week from trekking
Roundabouts, circulating
Heart pumping out loud
Mind docile,
I sense mouse
Instincts missing
Will lacking
Energy depleted
Air snuffed
All I have is:
the curse and gift of loving
Both penned down onto my soul
SIMPLE WORLD 