The yellow from the sun
Had its own working ways
Burning skin, heating mind
Slapping hard to make sense
Of my incoming demise, so I rose
Full with my own words
A letter the preacher never had
That I had found,
Down in my pockets
With a pen, I brought to life
All I was to be
Red eyes, travel bound
While standing here
I had moved a thousand miles more
More than the planes could carry
Pass me the red eye
So I may see more clearly
Brighter than day
Thicker than the depths of night
Balanced to stand on plain sky
Elevating to meet the people of the sun
So please, pass me the red eyes of light.
Tag Archives: poetry
Infinite Times
The fruit that fell, standing up
It dusted off the rotten sweat
Cleaning its bloody filled body
Walking on ground, it wobbled away its battered taste
Staggering, trying to regain feet on solid ground
Words were not said, as it passed by the bar scene
Silence received, mouths wide open
The fruit that fell seeking the wranglers of its neck
An angel of death bringing back the lost
The hideous foul smell carrying with it
Misunderstood even after the sight of death
Absorbing all the rainbows, an absence of nothing
O, lord let all the pain wash away
The fruit that fell, standing up
Without tears, tearing away its gash ridden holes
A pain that was surely definite
Our freedom to the times of infinite
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
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
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
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?”
