"The Hungry Soul"
When you with scarred feet
Tiptoes into endlessness
A ray of light spreads its thin self
To guide the paths of your feeble feet
Through the rough roads of timelessness.
The curious hunger in your soul
Yawns endlessly begging for the meat of angels
Or the droplets from a salty sea.
Here time is static but still runs its course
Circling round and round nothingness
Meaningfulness stretches into vagueness
And all creation get lost in its search of the Creator.
"Red Love(Flaming)"
Yours words strike hard at everything I hold sacred
They start to flutter, and fall to the ground.
At first, you promised to hold me where I stand
Your tongue flaming while your promises soared round my head
I started to hope again, to bask in the warmth of the heat that cocooned my shivering heart.
Do people change like shifting shadows or do words dissipate quickly like smoke?
I was wondering the one we were
Until our two fingers slip out of our loose grip.
Letting go of what we once held to heart
Was a bitter pill to swallow
But we did it so hard
That a day was enough to get over the gulping pain and the midnight tears.
"Droplets of Silence"
This piece of everything beautiful that you left behind was a terrific bang of silence
Reaching towards my soul
Then I turned it into a picture frame
And hanged it on my wall
Woke up every morning to its ugly sight
And weep my woes on the wall beside it.
Depression can be adorned to look like a smile
A broad long charming grin
Perching on faces of sorrow.
Yet you will never know
Because they have sworn to never break silence.
But to help your prying minds
They live behind faint whispers
Like a dying soul in the hands of a brute.
"When all hell let loose"
What will be has begun
Fate is what we walk into as we return
Every chapter has a story
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.
"Fell in Love with the Wrong Girl"
Lockdown brought a lot of shits
Down my crib
Dark stuff into my soul
That I ain't proud of.
Whenever night comes here,
Here's me messing with my phone
Scrolling up and down the street of Facebook
But they're no one to holla.
Then I pulled over a pics,
Of a Short brown skin girl witta a big behind,
That grew up somewhere down South South.
I threw a few hiiiis
And she respond with excited hellos
Convo flew with high speed,
And I never knew when I asked her out
She said yes and we fell in love.
Some of dem nights
Cold will come upon us,
We then spoke about being in each others arms
Motherfucker sends her crazy pics
Shaking her ass in front ma phone screen.
Things got worse, nigga,
Didn't know when I started to play with my thing.
I imagined banging her on the bed till she screams my name.
I saw her wet pants too.
*Laughs*
Love story now in yesterday,
But ya nigga still hooked on this touching thing,
It ain't getting any better neither am I
Y'all should look before you fall,
Some rivers got invincible sharks with sharp teeth
Dem gonna tear your soul before you know everything happening to you.
This my story,
Now everything seems lost
Cos ya nigga ain't free yet
Stories still goes on
Am a 'keep writing too.
"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"
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.
