Muttering voices

  "The Endless Search"  In search for the cure for a fool, He almost became one Until he was forced back to his wretched holes By the strong fledgling arms of new reasonings  Standing tall against all the body of piled up truth he has ever known. Truth stored up for long  Soon loses its efficacy And become sour in the mouth of youngsters Who the new times have overfed with sweet sense at their fingertips.  How we ever came to this point Has eluded both sense and reason Nonetheless, we are on a march With ourselves, dead or alive, as the perpetual slaves of our search to know which lies beyond knowledge... 

  "To Beg is Crime" I won't beg you for your thoughts anymore, Though mine are daily shared on the streets  by men deprived of home-grown pleasures, Yet, I won't act beggarly before you. No, I won't beg you, even though I am one. We have been warned by you not to be choosers in life Even when the options are myriad.  So we won't admit the conditions of our minds.  No, we will hide behind the cloak of feigned riches, And pocket our huge balls of ignorance from your scolding eyes, To be a beggar is an off-sense, to act rich is good sense. We will be rich before you, But romance in the dark our plenty I-don't- knows  Which we are hated for ever desiring to know.

"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 ...