SIMPLE WORLD

Run, run through the deep of night

The haunting cries creep
Tip toe, they come
Hallow face as they scream out empty words
Your doors locked
But through them, they come
Haunting times as you run
The bushes twigs tears skin
As your nakedness is exposed
Behind you they come
Almost touching you
With their bleak faces
The race to catch your failing heart

It jumps, your heart
As you see the blades they call teethes
The fangs sink in
Blood flies out
Shouts roll through
Dark twisted faces stamped on your mind
With a grin, they have arrived

The devil of the night
The lion of our times
Rushing to steal soul
Behind you, he laughs
As the night accepts you
Without a candle, you are lost
Welcoming the new found home
The ancient place of old

The floor of lost minds
Faded souls, you stand with
Removed from body
You see them laughing
As they tear your skin
With no cries, you laugh with them
You, madly grinning accepting this abode

The sweat forming, dirt gathering
The tussle, the struggle
Sounds of a returning bat
Fan fighting hard to beat heat
Stomach reacting, mind awakening
Fear escaping, reality breaching walls
Thirst no more, the night is gone
Henceforth, the morning

Trip, fell

Into surreal vibes
Coping with clouds
A mental state receding
The surge to tear papers
Bringing out the best of words
Soaking heat, toasted
Gone, rolling through
More residue, please
As my mind laughs
My pen goes on a rampage
Putting down these gems
Gold of some sort
Ease as I go on
Stress, where art thou?
When the sky is green
The beat of heart
The blunt from life
Dragging, inhaling away
Good times, faded sight
Long into the night, then sleep

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