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fly away coated angel

What are bridges?

but roads

Down to the woods

The world becomes a cabin

Boxed in from world hunger

There, the soul never felt so empty

All along, the world’s light was never bright

Dim

Neither redeeming

Only a facade of mischief

So run rabbit, run

Back to the woods

Yea of layered coating

The lion prowls hoping to sink teeth

Far Apart, Though Sunday

The things we have stretched
The hugs we wrongly refused
Hate bound
Landed smile
Empty vessel
it ain’t right, he said
Playing the game of circles
Biting hard only to recieve water
The thirst for red
A roundabout of situations
The effects of mankind
Right on the ledge
A broken society about to break
Another demise
So far, so good
Bad for throat
Thick lump for soul
Vocal lullabies of a written cycle

LOVE LOST

And I can redefine all that I thought was lost
Another chance, another try
Transcending all my sins
I rise through the stairs of suffering
Regaining my boldness
Proud with a painted black luxury
Another made anew man full with discontent
Paralyzed by the recurring deceit
The tortured souls all cry
Why them?
Lord of the skies, why us?
Come down and stop this crucifixion
We long to move past this boulder stained with death

Scripted cripple
Hungry for white manna and black bread
Rivers always parting
All skin and milk
Falling Jericho
Singing Mary
Crying baby
A never ending tale of delusion

IceMan

A man asked me to help him stop smoking cigars
I told him to eat a pack of rat a day
Two days of madness
Crazy Poseidon
Living Times, dying times
You got the princess in dresses
I leave them in messes

The People

The choir sings
Louder, the cries rings
Lonely folks, hopeful nemo
The strength of yoga
The living heard
By the stream
Flowing without the taste for high
The gift of water
Transparent, till its marred with hate
Soonest the day will be bright

Wadayo

Emblems of the water culture
Future, present in their hands
At heart, on ground
Bumping shoes, stirring heat
A will from the sun
Harmattan blessed
The set time of cleansing
The children of karma
Wishing rain was dew
A fresh, a new
A float, in pain
Root in faith
March and talk
The catch of fire
The cream to tea
The gift of birth
The seed of growth
A child of joy

away with you

Sweet sweet morning

Month of rainfall

Now we’re awake

Smooth caramel, crushed almonds

 

We can escape the sun

And run through the coming

Of night

Higher goes your heart

Beating, heaving

 

To the sky, bright blue

Burning in sapphire fire

 

Making sweet jams

Recording moments

Love scenes

 

Throwing clothes

Primal art, they call it

I say it’s just the two of us

 

The higher we rise

The softer your lips gets

So I must return to your heart

To find the road of red

 

Wait, before we crave the taste of peaches

Let’s burn the candle bright

Because, the dew has become the moth

Dreams Followed

Distorted beats

Stapled Rhymes

Living in rags

Mind blessed

Un-acquired henny

Tide swinging

Swishing in shark bite

Wine lunging

Smooth rolling

Free cruising

Losing ends

Lashing luck

String from a bag

A self-maintained

Just another soul regained

Tribal Thirst (SW)

Heart to sleeves

Pact of wolves

Chilled anthems

Scattered verbatim

 

The world, word

Staining the proud, loud

Dirty road

Maybe crowded, padded

 

 

Word of the proud

Crystal hound

Believing the void that dropped

 

Selective thirst

Words, the lost stole

Origin, the ones that held

 

Seconds dropped, voices laid

Shower spending, timing Skype