poetry – Page 20 – SIMPLE WORLD

A Generation Lost Within

I see my youth,
My ways, both singing:
“dying of thirst”

I see my soul,
My voice, both singing:
“dying of thirst”

I see my life,
My existence, both singing:
“tired of running”

Only the real will
reach the fountain of life
After surviving the roar of the lion

Old Slaves

Chanting the victory song
Their volume filling up the skies

Old slaves, old ways

Singing about their triumphant return
Their shackles no more

Old slaves, old ways

Look at their pain written on their minds

Old slaves, old ways

Crying about their children lost

Old slaves, old ways

Today their new ones are born free

Old slaves, old ways
Do sing and walk back onto the Promised Land

Six years of my life
Vanished like the night before
Come morning and the sun’s up
Hear it, hear it
Here comes the pain
Those numbers wasted away
Never to return back to life
As I sit here by the sun
I wonder about my dreams
Possibilities gone with those years
Washed away with the tide before

Six years of my youth dead
Bones and skins: bare soul
Moments transcending my current grief
Fear has no meaning around here
Only an avenue I must walk on

I was born a free one
Though the past has me a slave
Those cube box and filtered waves
Has my way rendered
But I must persevere
For those six years are long gone
Vanished with the night before
Full with lackluster experiences

Come morning, I’m born again
Afresh with a new voice
For all I have are my ink and sweat, both combined

Sunshine

She gets more intriguing
by the second, in her eyes
I see my vision, my voice
Holding a flame, I ignite her
From soul, we talk, we combine
Without her, I’m darkened

Dreaming of her burning skin
A sun flower always blooming
Come rain, come snow
It’s sunshine when she’s around

Starting Point

Your shuttle’s about to combust
With your space suit still intact, you jet out
Leaving behind a tube of capsule
High into the stars
You float amongst the debris pile
Oxygen drastically depleting
Your lungs begin to change
As you stay stagnant
You see the whole world: earth
In its epic and lavished blue
You salivate, but the water’s down below
Now you know even from far across
The vices of the world will
Fight to bring you back down
Thoughts begin to fade
Memories flashing by, death whispering
You see your future and its pure blank
Yes, it is time
So with galactic honor
I welcome you back
To the starting point of your very existence

Poem 2

Shit shit
The stain’s all over
My clothes drenched in oil
I’m left with the waiters grin
As my day collapses
My debt’s increases
Capital city of credit score ruin

Shit shit
My clothes are done for
Ruined in oil and waste
My pocket’s empty
From the recycling of salt
Taste it, and you just might very well die

Shit shit
The world’s done for
Polluted, overflowing with dirt
Mucus forming into water
People dying, leaving matter for eternal means
Cure it and you might just implode
With hate and everlasting bitterness
But do persevere

Shit, shit
I mean there’s nothing left but to try one more las

Love Yourself

First, you arrived
With a cry so loud
A slap or two settled you in peace
It’s love that forced the skies to receive your shine
So, settle your thoughts
Treat your mind before projecting
Heal your wounds before sharing
The heat of your heart must be right
Else it’ll burn anyone within reach
To love, to protect, exists in those tightened hands
It exists in that locked hatred
It’s just waiting to escape, like a dove: free
So let it be, let it free
So it may rest on your shoulder: calm
And then when the day’s right
And the sun’s out
Love unchained from you to all might be born
Never missing a step when finding another torn soul
Never wasting time to heal another wary heart
So put that troubled thought down on the table
And treat yourself to a good whole time

Fela and His Music

The guitars have been riffed right
The drums banged in well
The piano tuned just smooth
So it starts, the guitar first
Then the golden trumpet
Both going along, the fight to show off each of their set skills
Both attacking minds that sit and listen
Then from nowhere, the bass jumps in
Like an old father, it tells the others to listen
The young ones grumble on and about
Then like the shaking of hips
A gourd coated with seed steps into the mix
Like a woman with beads on waist
It rustles, spreading her wings
Then the noise suddenly blends in together
Making meaning to gathering of different sounds
Like sugar to milk, like blue to sky
It begins to make sense, well well
People begin moving legs,
Fela’s making a commotion of instruments
Fela’s making life come forth from man-made tools
Voices now ring at the back, women I think
Chanting words like that from a priest’s tongue
One, two, three, go, they say
The guitar now holds the floor
Then the trumpet goes into the mix
Head to head with the one-rhythm-guitar
Oh I see, the trumpet’s telling all it can move here and there
You see I’m different, but my sounds has no barrier, it says
Hmmm, the trumpet is putting in work
From the back, the old bass, low and full
Appears amongst the kids
And then like a sudden blow
They all go sleeping

Go Down There

As the river Nile floats
Go down way to Egypt
The slashes stay on skin
Oppressed till the coming of night
Years hunched over on their backs

Go down way to Egypt
As the river Nile floats peacefully
Watch pharaoh gaze over his place
His beard pointed, his gaze piercing

Oh Moses, oh Moses
Come out and arise
The set time has arrived
The time to uplift your people
Has been christened by the blood of your father
Have no more misery, drink no more sadness
For onto pain, courage and hope are born

Go down, way down
Through the river Nile
Go down, way down there
And hasten to your people’s voice

Timeless

Capturing each capsule
Each essence of the moment
Holding it for single dose
It’s an eternal blessing, existing in
this fragment of second
Like a light bug caught in a clear glass
Watch it glow dancing in circles

Capturing each capsule
Each pain comes after the swallow
Push it down with water
A single tablet forming a moment of relief
Though the pain exists, wait for the hit
The moment after the current one

Capturing each essence
This is the moment I exist in
Right now, my words are free
From mind, my history rewritten
The future is another, presence essential
Walls built keeps one captive
Till freedom comes knocking
Scattering gifts till another implosion.