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I'll color you in red
My blood is in my hands
Your vision blurs
When you look
At me in pictures
My arms cut wide open
The drugs in my veins pour
I drink down the alcohol
It makes me bleed more
I'm up to my knees in
My own blood pool
Lemme take this pill
To see a different world
I choke it down
But it does no good
Why can't I die
IMmortally misunderstood?
Unkillable
Until I am
Only if i could
Until I succeed it's
The end...
The End...
Damn that's what joy
Feels like
I forget that a gray world
Would look prettier in red
I die every night,
Alone in my bed
Screaming and clawing
At these thoughts in my head
I tear off my flesh
Until theres just nothing left
Slit my thoughts on my
Last breath
It doesn't matter if it's still fresh
I died tomorrow a long time
Ago.
Ago...
Ago my words meant something
My life felt something
Goddess that became nothing
Except!
Only dread
Misread
This pain is
Left in my hands
Red
Red. Red. Red.
It's red again
Burnt finger tips
of the red fire
Now extinguished
Those that matter
Touched and turned to ash
So its only that
I love you so much
To let you go
Grant me the same manner
Or leave me in sorrow
Just remember love isnt red
Red is the color of what I left
I think about you night and day
I miss you in every way
Cant keep you off my mind
Little things to do I find
You baby are the one I miss
What I'd give for just one kiss
I miss the sound of your voice
Wishing now we hadnt made that choice
I miss the smile I brought to your face
Cuddling up and your warm embrace
Without you here with me
Things just arent as they should be
I know this is something we will get thru
Baby I just really miss you
The songs to me that you would sing
Now to hear them brings a sting
Feeling as if we're millions of miles apart
This is hard, it breaks my heart
Still I whisper I love you every night
And trust me, I'll never give up the fight
Baby please keep your head held high
Cuz this isnt the end, its not goodbye
I'm still yours and you are mine
And in the end we'll be just fine
It's just a rough patch in our life
Still my dream is to become your wife
So baby don't give up on you and me
Forever and Ever Babe, we are meant to be
With every beat of my heart, I love you
And right now I am really missing you
And if by chance you start feeling blue
Read this poem again, I wrote it just for you!!!!
if I could trace back
to that period
before it all started
some hundreds shameful years ago
when, under thatch great men
with courageous minds were made
Days,
when we aim neither
for fancy houses
nor folding bridges
true peace was what we preach
Then,
our egos yearn for more
we set to conquer civilization
our brethren we exchanged
for soap, gunpowder and tobacco
After we made them great
on their intelligence they heap praise
that their so-called industrialization
our labour they exploited
what they'll never mention
They fooled us
to believe that
we can catch up with them
invisible ladders they built
which we have to climb
to meet them on the top
Slowly,
we poisoned ourselves
with their westernization
embracing all those illogical concepts
shaky as a kid's first steps
Then,
came our realization
of how foolish
we had been
Gladly,
they left
knowing they will
always come back
for they know our minds
have embraced their every thoughts
Years passed,
radically they came back
this time with new faces
of remorse with impunity
to suck the marrow from those bones
Foolishly again
we allowed them
to confiscate our brains
this time not with chains or canes
but with thoughts of doubt
Now here we are
crippling and dripping
of sweats that would have been theirs
instead of mending holes in our thatches
we fought for their badges
But,
what if we learn to breathe under water?
what if our chiefs can lead better?
what if they need us morethan
we need them?
where are those ideas of Pan-Africanism?
where are those men
who fought with swords and words?
Let's bring back those days
..............BUT LAMENTATIONS.
Originally posted on: https://hfoday.wordpress.com/2022/04/25/this-isnt-poetry/
https://hfoday.wordpress.com/2022/04/25/this-isnt-poetry/
Do you listnen in deafness without hearing the tune
See the notes writtten does it make your mind swoon
Feel the passion within without needing the beat
We dont need the band to make our hearts truly find a beat
Take away the music and quell the rage
My words are love dreams and poems on a page
So if your looking to find me their
Dont sing me a song so that I will care
Just give me words to hit my core
Because I need not hear the score
And if you need the sound to dance
Hear my words and take a chance
For the meaning is yours to keep
Without them our destiny will always weep
Take me to the place where souls rhyme
Because hearts without words are a crime
Where the guitar strings have no love Drum sticks only move when push comes to shove
Where the piano has finally lost its keys
And the microphones voice isnt coming from me
So if your looking to find me their
Dont sing me a song so that I will care
Just give me words to hit my core
Because I need not hear the score
And if you need the sound to dance
Hear my words and take a chance
For the meaning is yours to keep
Without them our destiny will always weep
You know them when you see them... or rather... you know them when you feel their presence arrive. You will almost always sense one before you see it. And if you do happen upon lady luck in a good mood on that night...
Seize the chance! BUT!dontmovetoquicklynortooloudly,
The phenomenon that you would create would attract their gaze before they even gripped the doorknob. Now this isnt to say you will be their victim on this, or any other night, theres always some greater fool. Some fool who can not pierce beyond the veil of darkness they wait in. Always remember; easy prey is easy prey, especially when the target is meaningless. And a harbinger that arrives alone rarely leaves empty handed. So if you are one of the ones lucky, or maybe, unlucky ones. Who hasnt met one yet, ill leave you with this. A friend of mine saw one once, close enough to feel its gaze, but he ran. And that night he told me the message the harbinger carried...
"THISISPRIVATEPROPERTYANDIFYOUDONTLEAVERIGHTNOWIMCALLINGTHECOPS"
Here i await
My address and doomed fate
Everything around me decaying
Seems like my life isnt worth saving
How long til i rise from this grave?
My cradle of filth with dirt covered days
Jesus save me please
But my reflection is his it seems
Feels like im going mad
Who wants to be God...
Or even ask
Everything around me is ****
Everything around me clenches my fist
The war i wage seems to be trapped in my head
A suppressed memory from someone long risen and undead
The worms eat at my mind
What purpose in this grave will i find?
Veterans memorial parkway....
A sick joke just as dead as i lay
Fading to black i feel my essence dying fast
Just want to go home
To my Moon. Where my heart is always at
These days its getting harder for me to pray
Feels like im loosing my faith
Feel cursed and blessed with a taste
I crave more
So my final prayer is that God pulls me from this grave
I cant comprehend why the reason i was born this way
But please God help me make to my Sam
Only one who warms my heart as i lay buried in times sands
Bless it be....and Amen
Bravely fought in experiment
curious pain brings forth a scent
it smells red like pain
it feels right as rain
so another and another flood the gates
is it that face that you hate?
sudden like a snap
resonates another smack
more force makes curiousity
an immovable object with such verocity
a little less is never enough
you cant even say you have it rough
so when it gets old and white is red
then dont worry your little head
no bruise will call
on your assistance against this wall
so will you reach for the slice
the scraping vice
that rends flesh like fish in sea
glittering and shimmering among your plea
oh may this end but no
you want it so
you do dont you though
this isnt sorrow
its pain that starts the wheels
no matter how your voice squeals
drowned out in the fog
of your mind
as turf wars go
here
the weapons concealed
before agendas revealed
and courtyard orders sealed
inside wetzel gooey goodness
grand central its not
maybe from the outside
but inside the buzz is low
the reverb high
lingering as smoke choking
on its own asthma
void of cache
or any semblance
of the character
chiseled into posts,
ceiling festoons
and the ethnic parades
chanting in uniform grunts,
silence and glares
required vitals from
their lost or stolen IDs
it isnt Union Station for nothing
a primal yack, spit and grin
flowing from the cakes of
baked commuters
forsaked souls
and a neighborhood watch
that drools in adoration
point a to point b (or c)
never had an intermission like this
then again
here
every director is the drama
they wish they could
coddle into love.
(10/30/13)
I want to live in a world where newspapers and all media are filled with true people, true stories of kindness and happiness rather than hypocrisy.
Where the earth soil is not a stage where the scripts of man, based on egos are played out , instead it is treated as it is a precious privilege most valuable than it even knows ,a life support system something everyone should value.
I want to live in a world where war can't be remembered, because it never was.
Where no one would ever be hungry because every tree, every plant bor abundant fruits and nutritional riches,
Where we live love and feel it for what it is, not what we have been moulded to be fearful of, rather than drawn to, Where love isnt Autophobic, lustful sex driven, controlled or evil.
To love the time with yourself because it's like being with your best friend,
Where a world of anonymous acts of kindness isn't a feeling its an action, that ripple across the planet and hugs the earth along the way healing its old wounds.
A world that doesn't work on balancing black and white, it automatically blends the two together, recognising that they would never balance as perfectly as being together as one.
That being kind is human nature and a worldwide currency, manifesting rich connections and abilities to maintain harmony, the perfect transaction, so that each transfer sends a beat joining our hearts and deposits the most intense hum that creates the energy that brings us back together with everything in our world.
To think that this is impossible is because of our egocentric reality that causes us to create limits in our thinking and put boundaries up to change ,causing that opportunity for good to be missed and become sadly an human made impossible.
They told me that I
murdered you,
placed you on side of roads
naked, broken in two.
My heart leaped, each morning
I woke without you by my side.
When I was able to glance in
steady mirrors, and saw no
more of you
A smile shone across my face.
I am different, no worries
For I will be victorious.
They say that I have freed myself.
No more will your face taunt
my restless nights
No more will my mind give way
to sinister games.
At night when I turn over,
I leap for joy for I can not see
your face.
When words are spoken and an echo isnt granted
I sigh with ease.
I was different, no troubles
My life seemed to of changed
I wake with fear in my soul
No
Please NO!!
My knees buckled from anchored
ships weighed upon them.
When day turns to night...
In horror stands this merciless
being bearing
deep into my soul.
I hear an echo..
In desperation, I claw at this
unrelenting image, inflicting pain,
in hopes it disappears.
Only to hear her laugh
as crimson rain
streams down my face.
Cold-blooded image whispers...
I WILL NEVER LET YOU CHANGE.