SIMPLE WORLD

Simple World: After the Rain Edition

The night was here with the rain from the early morning. There was nothing but the drips of cloudy waters and the occasional tweets from a settling bird. Looking now, I knew the next chapter to my life was here; the wash away of my earlier mistakes. Looking forward, I had no idea of what the aftermath of the rain would be like or feel like. But this rain had the wind blowing nicely. It had me silent, thinking about all there was to come. Would the sun in the morning bring all my needed answers?
I wouldn’t know, I couldn’t.
The feel of this weather was all I cared for. It was my moment to sit and reflect of the coming times. To watch and hope the sun would later show; full blaze. With my shoes wet, I hummed the words of Mr. Marvin Gaye: “flying high in the friendly sky, without ever leavin’ the ground”. I sang it knowing there was no longer any sign of friendlessness in this world. Regardless, I enjoyed the wetness that fell from the starry blank sky.

Brother, brother I love thee even till the end of our lives

A friend in jail
Locked away to find sanity
One he already had
The reason for his stay unexcused
But my letter to him, blank
Writing to him, without pity
Striking balance with his times
How do I say?
Stay strong and hold onto to God
For in God, reasons are not needed

The quest to life
Even in this messy messy times
Brother, I know fear is here
So grab it, and pray you find solace
Even in the quiet times you find yourself in
Brother, my brother
Only the skies will forgive
The peace you want is here
Hold on for dare life

Blank, for how can I write
Sitting here without charges

Brother, brother
Love is all I have to give, not pity
Just love, for you to hold
And see I will be here with you
Even to till end of times
Brother, seek the fountain if you thirst

Life, one full with different dishes
The mistakes we make
Will help us in this weary times
Brother, the love from life is greater than the stares you see

Simple World: Morning Edition

The air itself was music. It was not self-imposing like the train noise echoing from a distant place neither was it chipping away morning lullabies like the birds on the poles and trees. It was amidst all, and everything around it was consumed by its unapparent presence. Without most knowing, life was giving away its most prized rhythms for free. And all who thought they could hear sounds of bytes were voided in the gift of hearing.

During a dreadful storm one does care about the shouts or cries of the sea, all that matters is coming out at the brighter side of the tale. Heroic, yet a good sailor not great (because there are no great) will listen to the ascending roars of the waves and with deep insight into the ways of the water, he or she will pass through with ease. Now we all have different paths, but regardless of the set road we have a singular end point; same destination. Some require rugged tricks to pull out from the beast of the sea. But no matter your gift, wise or unwise, understanding the waves of life will help you in finding that road you desperately need to embark on, and when or if you listen, maybe your path will call out your name; Loud and strong.

For the sins of man has been fully paid.
Nothing can stop the token your thighs received when you first echoed your cries.
Rebelling against even mata, a fist of odd thoughts.
Knocking on the door of joy, craving for the taste of sea.
Morning come, money go

Jam Swing

Rain falling, funky sky
Ice melting, dripping zincs
Cars drifting, hazy swirls
I, stagnant in my room
Did what I do best
Moving to the smooth flow
The refreshing times was a flute to ears
A beat made for both worlds
To the stranger and the one whole
Both smiling amidst the down pour
Doing what they both did best
Free flowing with the diary from jazz

Nature Making

I heard the brains holds less
When there is nothing to see
So how do trees live long?
Even with an axe at their roots
Standing strong amidst the waves
Blowing air, throwing leaves of good tidings
Whispering many matters to the earth
Showering berry fruits to the birds
Deity talking, ambience interference
O, I heard the trees holds less
When there is famine for all
So where do the seeds go
During the dry and blinding times?
All they do is swing smooth,
Rolling down to the oath of nature making, nature hearing.

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