She wrote her religion
in the sand
I looked at it, said
Nope
Don't understand
She took my hand, said
Then come over here
and try
Squint one eye
lift your chin
slightly
Right there!
See?
Uumm ... a little
Then I said "excuse me"
to the sky
And when it moved out of the way
I could finally see
Tolerance
Confused is she who believes she knows
herself. A splotch in the artist's worst work yet
calls herself a masterpiece. Not even the
artist notices her mistake.
The vibrant dark red blood of a swatted mosquito
creates the edges of her face, standing out
in the sea of white, green and a sky blue.
A simple coffee spill shades in her eyes,
a simple dirt spot on the canvas, her iris.
She is hung up beside a poor copy of
Bar at the Folies-Bergère. Not more than a
pair of wandering eyes grazed over her and the clammy
artist.
But that blink, the extra second spent analyzing that
crown of hair, meant to her,
that she was the centerpiece.
I cried,
No meed!
Am afraid you don't discover it dead
Though you seems sorry to cross the threshold
To your conveniency
The uncultured tale you fancy
I want you to tell me my way
No one else would make this gay
As you fanfare it
Compels no birth to your credit
More rash journey on the hills
Left me no choice a guide
Rather wanders oath my tide
The gut wrenching grip of your ambivalence
Be set, kings will announce your stay
To which your doubt shall clouds peace
And wonder your mouth ever house may
Freezing the giantness of you pills
But while you still wonder on high
Doubting your place in my heart, I fly!
Existence is order or chaos bound
And forever marred with uncertainties
Until we're planted six feet under ground
We travel between the eternities
As I gaze the stars at night
Bright diamonds twinkling,
Minuscule within this space
And life no inkling...
Yet inspiration stirs my soul
And vision all is mine
To express the massiveness
Universe divine.
The cosmos and my inner core
Life entwined is pleasant
As past has gifted all to be
Harmonious and present.
law sound of traditional drums - hapiness flies highly like eagle.
The biggest question of language in text book demands,
Primarily,
-Are you diaper trained?
Secondly,
-I do not care about your Brest fed strength.
DAMN!
And all I will show you that I can afford a display board
live and 24 hour befitting services
For sisterhood, for brotherhood,
Holy Garbage and trivial Garbage
Michelle with Muslim in –laws or
Hussein in with linked errors.
These kinds of stuffs.
Sealed emotions, needing escape.
Like a cancer out of control,
hate and anger eat at my soul.
The love we shared, has died.
Right now we are both alive.
Seeing you sparks my fuse, and
I am ready to explode.
This house is not a home.
I have shelter from the storm.
But I don't feel safe and warm.
It's just a matter of time.
This house will become,
the scene of a crime.
Life is like a poetry,
having the deepest meaning;
It has rhythm and beauty,
as well as form of something.
Form: Tanaga
The tears left marks on her face.
The lines of stress still present.
They stole her life from our hands, not a
trace of the beautiful person that was living.
The tears cried on these streets. Us lowly,
poor people existing not living.
They stole so much from our lives. Lives now
hand to mouth, always begging.
They crushed the strength of our souls and
decided our lives weren’t worth living
You can't miss what never exist
From time of birth you were never around.
Once you do come around.
Your treatment become a pass around
From one chick to another like a harlot house of practice.
You tell your lies for attention and to get laid.
You win they heart and they tell you they need to get paid.
While mother have no clue of your actions in display.
For to me you don't exist for you are a fraction display.
I do not miss you for you are a none existing father.
I am happyer without you then being around you.
Every men around you been living they life like you.
And abuse innocent lives mentally and emotionally.
Doing your dirty deed the same as you.
from my son father and Lord knows who else you plague.
You are a none existing father and happyer without you.
I don't know
how much longer
I can survive
surrounded by those
that hurt me
and lie.
Is it considered suicide
if you just give up and die?
I have never been so alone
I thought the cracks in me
would begin to heal.
But they are reopened daily
pain is all I can feel.
Is it considered a homicide
if they hurt you so badly
that you wither away and die?
I can't see myself
growing old.
I can't imagine
living so long
in so much pain.
I can't ask for help,
I have no one to turn too.
I no longer trust
those I thought
Would never hurt me.
Is it considered living
existing while you are dead inside?
A LIFE OF ExISTING
I wake up to sleep
I sleep to wake up
I am seeing I will also be seen
Interestingly we eat to live
We are alive cause we have eaten
Am at work but will soon be home
Am home but will be back at work
Friends I will mingle with
Friends will we part
Friends will we meet again
Fights of no gain will be there
Fights will go and we will return to Communication
Do you see any thing strange?
Ain't we all in a big circle
Round we go
Round do we get back
To that pillow of rest
And flat we transition
Whether temporal or permanent
The familiarity is the same
Why should I settle
They say it's better to resemble
But I can't just be ok
With an ending so clique
I want to wake up to sleep too but also experience the difference of both
To have it all or fail in the end
There has to be a way out there to defy the circle...
There has to be meaning or this is all for nothing...
Forever Not Found-
Beastly Blindness-
Wish Not Granted-
Unprotected Innocence-
Time Ticking-
Time is Over
The fragmented truth of all truths
synonymously changes within themselves all the time
without changing the absolute rigid whole truth
ineffable insoluble mystery of existing truth
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