"Sun-Lit City"

 

"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 dreams.

This time those ghosts don't scare again

It brings closer the hope of a resurrection morning

Whose sun will stand and never fall again.

"Mourning Morning"

 "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"

"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"

 "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"

"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"

 "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"

 "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.