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Dry and dry, bereaving so
I wait for the sun to let it be
Words that didn't have far to go
Been a long time since you and me
Gross solitude with sexy scars
Careless, the crumbled sheet is torn
Muffled thoughts, beating the bars
For confessions, damn forlorn
As the roads grow the miles
We think of ways to meet
Melodies of endless smiles
Rhythms of our heart beat
Where the moon and the sun never greets
We found ourselves to stare
Swept we were into different streets
I had found my heaven elsewhere,
Saw you point your laser beam
All these times, you made your space,
Where I became an alien being
I dropped my soul at its face.
Collared t-shirts, drunken dudes
Blood, gore and rock 'n roll
Lost in cigarettes, smoky moods
Our pissed swagger/ stroll...
Once the dreams, next the world
The afterlife fantasies
Promises made and later swirled,
Dawdling killer conspiracies
Today, we are so sadly strayed,
You don't seem to remember now
The times we spent, the secrets shared,
Emancipation from the last bows
Still you say we will live
But HOW? Just How? may I ask...
As you don't seem to strip my mask
The forever show of "Its okay.."
Your ignorance of my pain,
I cant keep up with the feign,
I might just die, one fine day.
Again, Stupidity will make me free
I'll run, I'll fly... Even though,
Memories of you will stay with me,
Wherever the hell I go.
~~~~~~~~~ 'Stupidity 2.0' Dedicated to a friend ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~ For the first part refer to 'Stupidity', in my poems ~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the distant land where the sun radiates
In the heat of the day, as the sun sinks low
He sends his love on the beat of a drum
Under the hot African sun
He listens to the musical beat
Of his country, trying to find his feet
But corruption has played it's part
Leaving Africans dismayed at heart
He works hard during the day
Looking for a better tomorrow
And as he sings songs of old
That is how his stories are told
Willing to make a changes
Trying to do what is right
He will write far into the night
Of things that would give us fright
He has a heart of gold
many stories to be told
Well penned writings becomes his art
Songs of Africa within his heart.
for Charles Melody (lightning ink)