Muttering voices

  "Sun-Lit City" The sun creeps in on where they lay astride Facing the heavens in their deep sleep With mouth agape thirsting for droplets of hope "It is a new day" the sun says "Get up lads and hurry before the day passes you by with its swift feet And you have nothing to grease your pockets. Grudgingly they set out, weakly at first Then with more perspiration in their eyes Feet and face pass eachother With little or no greeting Mind set on the day and its troubles And each path brings them closer to their dreams Or a figure of what it could be. At midday, the sun seems not to care anymore Pouring down in might on their bent backs Sweats drop down their faces like beads of tears But they wipe it off  So their eyes can see through all life lay before them. They work from sun up to its fall But retires home with dissatisfaction in their eyes. Tonight, the sun seems to give dim light through the eyes of the moon. While they close their eyes to a world of dead dr...

 "Mourning Morning" This morning Small peebles of sorrow were hurled from heaven, At a blood-bathed earth, It was an open mockery to a grieving world. Mould of wounds and lifeless bodies were littered about People mourning with their feet walking around Death has covered our sight So we don't know when another will seize us Like bats we are flying wildly in the day with blood dripping from our skull.

"Multitude of Soles" A big giant gong appears in the square With a poised rugged look Like a blood-thirsty armoured tank. The gong began to beat itself, Soon feet began to gather Quickly they turned into a marching army. The din of their liberation cry Was heard far and wide Drowning every sense of serenity left. The young and old, The heroes past and heroes now, Rage and fate were all mingle together as one. The giant gong lamented of a raging evil from the North, Sitting on a lofty chair with a rich white caftan  Wearing dark googles of bigotry and nepotism. "The only way to this golden horizon  Spreading before our eyes Is a revolution, freedom to be" "For the night won't be long And our battles will soon be worn" These were his exact words, They began as whispers to our soul But now they are the propelling force behind this multitude of soles.

 "A Home for All" You're the hand reaching out to the dark from darkness, Pulling them so hard, yours was lighter, you thought Or perhaps that we could all together walk back into light. Love is more than a word  More than the fire in our soul Love is frail humanity  Living like God for all. You could be the one That everyone wants Or calls like God When their worlds war. The earth has no lasting trophy for us, Everything sits sanely in eternity While we rave and rove ceaselessly Only to discover that we all believed sound lies. How will there be? Mad or quiet? Heaven or hell? Best thing is we found a home Where we will all go.

"Scribbling Utterances"  I will tell you things that I hear myself say Things said in between silence and darkness Watching your despair grow so tall and huge like the walls in your room. Who could hear when you scream so loud? Is every cry meant to be that loud? The intensity draws strokes of the tongue Than acceptance and help The errant hope you once had Feels so slippery at your every attempt to grasp it You sit forlorn waiting for the darkness you so dread. The list waits but you write and wait Scribbling utterances as they come Hoping to read each line, At that other end of time.

 " When all hell let loose" What will be has begun, Fate is what we walk into as we return, Every chapter has a story, Which we keep flipping till we meet the end. Arguments, worries, fear, Sink like stones within your soul That fall and never rise again. Belief, breath, hope Hover over the sky Reluctant to set feet on the earth they once admired. You begin to count your loss For in this, you hope to gain true knowledge of yourself, Or know why you feel so estranged. Laughter dies prematurely in between your smothering smiles Your eyes stretch afar looking into nowhere Begging sweet memories to return.

 " Love on Sloppy grounds" Distant mother, your hand Walked me down lonely paths To pick seeds of sorrow   Sown in the days love was at its peak of excitement One seed smelt like promises that failed The other like passion on the bed of deceit You kept quiet while, I, an indigent child Picked pain like nuggets on a sloppy valley Every grasp injected me with your own malady Until I began to walk silently like you We not holding hands again  Walking differently on similar paths silently. Until it was time to embrace the fate Your shrill voice broke into our cherished silence, "Silence is an immortal response to all forms of pain" I swallowed something bitter and walked head on.