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New Years Day
You say she's the one for you
And who am I to deny that's true?
You live with the promise of her forever
And certainly seem to forget our endeavor.
Now my pen is quiet
with gentle brush strokes
no more of the fury
no more of the fire,
It's gone with the wind
And no longer has desire.
To write of the love that we had before
To write the story of the slammed poisoned door.
Slammed shut on our chances,
slammed shut on our glances
Across the room with a fiery stinr
Like out love was crossed on some
invisible string.
So now we move on.
We pretend that we're golden.
Because now our hearts
Have been shattered and chosen
To move with the times,
And settle in with our rhymes.
On paper and in hell,
We tell each other
we wish you well.
But none of those lies
are ever really true.
And each of the lines
Are trapped in the blue.
And so, we read
in between our minds
And we both know
that we aren't really fine.
Because love drips from each stroke
and every other line.
So we write and we give up
A silent cry to the sky
We try to reach and we try
so damn hard to die.
With each passing moment.
For if we even for a second
Did show it,
I'd run back to you
Without hesitation.
And you know that's true,
So you block your own mind
The trains have now left all of the routes
and diverted all the stations.
Back to your mind
And back to your love.
I silently look
to the heavens above.
And wonder if you'll
Treat her better than me.
As heartbreak takes over
my own sad
reality.
As I play back our times
And craft them in rhymes.
Because she is now me,
I know without a thought
That I'll be on your mind
In all the answers you sought.
So think of me while her hands trace your cheeks
And think of me when I'm no longer in reach.
Think of me when my touch
lies like a ghost
Forgotten
On the wind
Of your love
And think of me when your mind
traces her and her thighs.
And when you have a spare moment
now and then, let my thought in.
Because this love we have chosen
Is now quite our burden.
And now the east wind
Joins our hands
as we scatter and cry
At least we are looking
up at the same grey sky.
'Play back that sound',she explained with bitterness,
'What's wrong?',I questioned,
I found out that she was severally harrassed at a conference,
"He won't be entertained by any room with his proposal",as she envisioned,
Just sitting on the bed,I jinggled overtone,
Did questioned me for such unpleasant tone,
But my answer comes unfold,
Making her look silly,I broke into laughter,
'So you're happy of yourself not being caring',
she kept on exclaiming my name aswell,
"......alright,please let me know frankly for now if I'm not your class girl,
"After all,I can guess you've gotten a new lover in there",
On aboard,I felt pictures of funny and amusing statement as she said,
Being the focal point,I replied as such to her,
"Kindly make me proud beautiful lady as the day goes by,
...only on the goal of accepting those proposals from that beloved guy" ,
'Thanks to God we're no more as lovers',that was her voice,
"....be in search of me never from anyone now onwards",
she added such a subtle context,
Ever since we met as friends was there a moment I said to her about a precept,
"My love for you is of God's unconditional love,
Don't set on sexual segregation",
Thoughtfully,diligence wasn't tactfully highlighted by her intention,
Beneath the bowl's cover,she grabbed that portion as merely,
In as much as she went ahead throwing jabs at me,
A vital integration against her module of thinking set in,
But her promiscuous attitude never scored her sence of dignity,
Proving my kind,made her go bananas,
"Fool,stupid guy......you!"
Vomited out all these to me with contempt,
Preventing alienation and imperialism,
I gave her a dose of self repent,
'Don't be as a Muppet organism',
Adding this tuned her into a groaning lion,
As time went on from the tick of grumble,
Shame unto you dearly,
....huuuu...our love is inseperable',
she said with densely,
Putting on a tortured garment,
I became less feisty before a firmament,
Grooving within this scope,
she spotted my vibes but never killed a coach,
It was all a dream!
As he was bedridden down, the healer pavement stairs
With his limbs overturned, like hooked butchery meat
And the hands whose stiffness, unimaginable for sight
I recalled the first day, he bought my suit neat
I see truth in my thinking, that his weakening untimely
For his smile is now, covered in his folding face
With an entire head sliced, I still doubt promisingly
What his sin to the suffered?For what to snatch his lace?
Uncle John had once promised, a share of my father’s
My fee and the day he failed, Sacks of maize grains converted
On a tuk tuk he committed, for my school fee luggage
His clouding come by mailed, a signal for good starters
He seems to perish just before, as his tears red of blood
And his crying voice somber, sober he was before sleep
His sunken eyeballs erase the hopes, of my University portion
For in my mother’s funeral, he committed a help
The driver who was not fair, his money best wife
Death to me wasn’t fair, since I thought he would
Make to breath and good, to play back a beautiful life
Uncle left uncle left, having remained but in tatters
Next time so special, as you drive keep watch
For if feet were our wheels, and blood in veins petrol
The best catch god has given, wouldn’t run as such
Shame on you Mr. Death, you sweep even the best.
One more day in the house
Cleaning up memories that took a
family a lifetime to gather.
Passing on one by one they all left treasures.
Or better known to some as
"One mans trash another mans treasure"
How do I decide what to keep?
How dose one decide whats important?
Leafing through someones memories as if
your touching each heart in one way or another.
Will I throw away something by mistake.
Or will I keep something thats nothing.
The kids are tired now. Taking on the family past
that also includes their fathers death.
How will they get the courage they need?
Who will help them till the end?
They are so young in years yet so
wise in wisdom.
Sorting through things that was once their
fathers grandparents and uncles.
Can they stay strong? Will they pick out things
that mean something to them but nothing to others?
Or will they chose to take nothing and let
the past die quitely?
We miss them so. This family that was once ours.
Inside all of us we keep memories that will
stay in our hearts forever.
As the years follow our lives will change..
Memories will fade and life as we once knew
will grow fewer in though. But we will never forget
The family now will gather in death as they did in life.
As I grow older I play back the memories that somehow
seem to bring the past back to life, if only in moments.
As the family passed on before us so will we all,
and one day we will return to our yesterday and our
Family Unit" will be as one,
While another family will change...
Form:
I am overcome with a sense of dread,
when hearing talk of that leg injury.
It becomes an atrocious time machine
throwing me viciously on to my couch.
Will it ever feel like normal again?
I wish I could just flush bad memories.
My mind is now flooded with memories
and I am vibrating with rhythmic dread.
I’m stuck in a fractured body again,
frozen in place with a rough injury.
Miserable and crazed on an old couch
my mind is back to a high-low machine.
I’m not able to tailor the machine
to only play back happy memories.
I cannot simply throw away a couch
to avoid a head full of instant dread.
That piece stolen by a chance injury
lets me know I’ll never be whole again.
I would love to be my old self again,
not repaired by a doctor or machine.
It’s me I made it through an injury,
but I’m done being cuffed to memories.
An overactive mind detailing dread
happens at a certain spot on the couch.
Oh, horribly uncomfortable couch!
Here they all come emerging once again.
Why is furniture setting off this dread?
It’s not a doctor’s surgical machine,
still it calls back my fading memories.
I’m haunted by this ghost of injury.
I just want to bleed out this injury,
let myself relax on my cozy couch.
Now I am cursed with levied memories
whenever I lie back and try again.
I’ve got to silence the roaring machine
that’s instigating this feeling of dread.
These memories bring chronic injury
that is fusing my dread into this couch.
A Phantom raised again by my machine.
I don't know how to react to you anymore,
You will never know my deepest pain,
You confuse me as best as you can,
You gave me mix up emotions,
You are not here with me,
You don't say you love me anymore,
You try to fade away,
You think its easy being far,
I tried to give you,
The space that you need,
All you do is get far and far away,
Why are you so weak?
Why do you hate me?
When I say the truth?
You get me all mix up and confused,
You know that I need you the most,
All you care about,
One selfish mind,
Ever since you moved far away,
You discluded me from your life,
You say one thing,
Yet you do another,
How can I trust your words?
When you play back and forth?
I never felt so lonely before,
When I need help I can't ask my friends,
My one closest friend,
To throw my sorrows and pains,
Out on my chest to type the words away,
Poetry is what I know,
That can help me best.
Aside sitting, looking at these wall,
Wonder when would you realize,
The truth behind my eyes?
Where is my best friend,
When I need him the most?
He bails on me,
Yet closes all the doors,
Can I call you my best friend?
When you walk away?
I wish you would hold me tight,
And stay strong as one,
Instead of walking away and fade off,
You leave me with the deepest pain?
These questions all frustrated me,
Deep inside because I don't know what to say!
Sorrow in my mind,
Yet goes another day with pain,
I don't know how to say.
Form:
I am not good memories
I am not very kind
I am your history
Stuck in your mind
If you let me break you I must
Turn your life into dust
For I am your past etched into your brain
I will play back again and again
When you are low and cannot really think
I will appear try and make you sink
When I have you in my beastly net
Make it harder for help to get
I know your pride won't let you talk
From me I know you just can't walk
Because if you did you would feel shame
That is why I would win this game
Who am I ? I hear you ask
I'm on your face I am your mask
I've had many names but I can't die
My newest one is PTSI
It's not just military I do this too
It's anybody who let's me even you
Everyone has a visit from me
In times of trauma or catastrophe
If this event hapoens in your time
I will help you now in this rhyme
You must talk about your experience
Then you will grow in confidence
If you are strong I cannot win
All bad thoughts go in the bin
A close network of friends will help with that
Talking laughing having a chat
Try and stay away from the pills
As this could lead to just more bills
Causing more stress and worry
Stay strong seek help their is no hurry
I will always be there to try again
So again stay strong fight your pain
You don't want me in your life
As I said I only cause strife
Signed PTSI/PTSD??
(And why I don't carry a camera)
Lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed pond and dappled water
And right across a splendid bridge
With people leaning over
A dream, a joy; a perfect summer’s day!
In all the muted colours of a painter’s pallet!
One blink, and life’s timeless image carried!
But what will I do with all these lovely things I see?
Make them make my mind work… !!
And watch them fit, with expandable ease,
Within the whole bright scheme of things!
And blended there a patchwork blanket, living!
Perfectly aligned, and not overlapping
Not crowding out, nor overshadowing
Referenced in an instant my own memory
Will work greater works than any machine!
Whose sharp edges squared fit in angled shapes
Needing to be stored somewhere
And there take up further space, and clutter
Whether virtual or not!
Far better woven within the fabric of my mind
Where they can play back, at some later date,
In a whole new form: some inner loveliness!
To form a whole new fearless picture, of who I am!
Oh, lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed ponds and dappled light
Engrave your bridge from here to there
Upon this mind’s own twinkling of her eye!
(…not her camera’s!!)
So like train,you've braided all my hair,
So I pray,you've taken all my faith,
I'm giving away all vain thing,
God is the best,take even my feast day,
Hold unto my trust,
We're trading down,took all my time,
All my first days,oh I'm ready,
Place down a card,Lease a track,
Play back to a stage,Have pleas over a wage,
This time rightly plays it,
Studied the bible,he took a foremost heart,
Reading the truth,God was is best,
Rarely,he leaves fable,Affable if playing roles,
Sip continuous heavy wines,
I'm not kidding, Hope to a planet,
Faith on right line,Get listened!
If my trade is flattened, Hold it and raise,
I'm not denying it,Smokes from quenched fire,
Prayer might ripped a layer,
Evrything is crowned, A drowned maiden is found,
What else could sell?
My heart is healed from cough,
Really ablazed when all things peel off,
Laid down not be distorted,
Another life is erected,
Weird,all other gods are weird,
I'm not the creator,Neither am I greater,
Revelation is on a dot,Tomorrow I'll be on trot,
Precariously,I'm an able child,
This is not sloppy,when I go wild.
When I'm alone I reminisce
And measure out the damage done
I watch my thoughts play back to me
In my theater of one
Like a crippled man without his cane
Or a king without his crown
The passion that once consumed me
Has turned to ashes on the ground
I'm drawn to the sound of silence
Drawn to this cold and empty space
Where I don't have to confront my fears
Where I can hide my face
But the darkness only hides so much
And others start to see
The turmoil that I suffer through
The storm inside of me
Angel of death and mercy
Please come take me from this cage
Before these iron bars become me
And these four walls become my rage
Will you be my savior
Save my life before it slips
And is carried away by the hurricanes
Blown straight from Poseidon's lips
I might have hit rock bottom
But it's the perfect place to start
Where the only thing that I can hear
Is the beating of my own heart
I screamed my name to pierce the silence
But I've been gone too long to hear
Caught somewhere between being noticed
And wanting to disappear.