Muttering voices

"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 ...

  "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.