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

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?”

Random Stories of Tom and Jerry

Tom and Jerry is still one of my favorite cartoon shows. One of the only few shows with very few words. From friendship, to societal commentary, the show hits its mark on various issues affecting our society. As a child growing up in a third world country, Tom and Jerry was all I had. I mean I had electricity, went to a good school, fed well, but as per entertainment, that show kept me well fed. From its jazz inspired music the show used sights and sounds to communicate out its message.

Right now, I am currently watching an episode in which Tom tries to eat a gold-fish, but Jerry saves the gold-fish (a girl) by bringing a shark into the situation. To be brief, Tom runs away and Jerry is left with the gold-fish and tries to hit on her. But he too runs away when the shark claims the gold-fish all to himself. It’s a shark eat, shark world. Being nice is the new vintage.

 

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

Tabs of Life

Sometimes my browser gets clouded

With different artistic tabs

Computer slows down

Begging, that I may close these tabs

Then I think

Where would these tabs be?

If the artist refused to paint

Share a piece of mind

Bash a brick of wall

For all to see

And feel the moment

When those words flowed

Without hate, only real

So I say

Thanks to the tabs of life

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?