years settle like ink
soft on an opened page
lines deepen with truth~
turning pages without fear
Since I gave you this heart of mine, its not the way it used to be.
The road I left behind and all those memories.
Like a voice from the past, when you called out my name
Life was moving way too fast, only memories remain.
Chorus
There's no turning back down that road that leads me back to you.
There was no place left to go, and nothing I could do.
And no matter how hard I try I just cannot let you go.
When you look into my eyes, we will be the last to know.
Now nothing that you say will make me change by mind.
There is no turning back down that road I left behind.
Holding on to those memories, Ive been crying all these tears
If only you would come back to me..I wish that you were here.
Letting go of yesterday--all these days have passed me by.
Some how we will find our way, but still I wonder why
We are holding on to what we have ..yet time keeps moving on
Letting go of the past, now yesterday is gone.
Repeat Chorus
At what point do we reach the turn
The second before the spiral
At the moment of no return
When all regrets are visioned vital
To our demise, the urgency of the blind
Fat with profit driven policy
Ignoring burnt grass, paying no mind
To food shortages that became normalcy
Wrapped up in pathetic fallacy
Autumn hides false prosperity
Imagined lands of Albion's dream
Fields of flourish not concrete seen
Too scared to admit that we are beyond
Any points of green
Hanging 'round down Trenchtown
Bob and me we had a yearning
he only had to signify 'Rastafari'
soon Bob and me we were a'burning
jamming the live-long day
reggae music was a'fire
wasting the night away
as the moon looked on
playing on the waves
Bob and me we were free
he and me we were a'flying
while the world was turning
no woman no time for crying
no disturb Bob and me
it's only the midnight 'erb we're burning
Pastel pages turn and turn,
colour mix turning to burn.
Foster baby cries its first,
bursts of today taking its turn.
Every shade will have its season,
every fire will find its reason.
Blister pack locked it in,
soaking up packets of sin.
Last moments in the soup,
regaining a sense to recoup.
Hold the light against the glass,
let the colours drift and pass.
Nothing owed and nothing lost,
only the turning, only the cost.
Past the future round and round,
pure chaos in master the sound.
Beauty in the knowing.
Everything showing.
Unwell, infirm, sick, ill, dis-eased
My world is upside down
In a dream I float and fly
In playful abandon
But in the morning wake
To the reality
That everything is not well
As above, so below, world turning
I gotta get my feet back on the ground
(6/25/26)
Looking out my ever-open front door
as the closing day slowly dies
the sun bleeding iridescent colours
across endless turning skies
as I live and breathe
so you won't forget
I'll draw back the curtains
before fading into the sunset
and yet
leave something behind
to illuminate the room
remind those who follow
and dispel any gloom
as the sooner the better
now would be opportune
to shine a light
my words please mark,
to you I say,
“When it's dark
out there,
know what's watt, don't shirk,
put your hands in the air,
for many hands make light work.”
tomorrow i turn 20
another addition to my hellish years
16 was cruel, 17 was brutal
18 was excruciating and 19 was unbearable
and 20?
i'm few hours away from finding it out
growing up feels so scary
now that i'll be an grown adult
no one allows me to walk at my own pace
i have forgot what a walk is
so let me drown in the ocean of tears
as i mourn again tomorrow my loss of living life without fears
Do you know how frustration looks like?
Investing two years of your late twenties in someone
just to find out that the person has abandoned you for his family,
with whom you dreamt of building a family.
Do you know what tiredness feels like?
That you are in your early thirties
and so drained out
that you don't want to start with "Hey, what's your favourite colour?" once again.
Now you shall have to turn your loneliness into solitude.
Now you shall have to tell your desires to transform into a celibate
and just wipe away all the wishes to be a bride, to be a mother, to start a household so neatly,
as if you never desired them!
Just because you don't want to start anything
which will lead to futility.
Not anymore.
No more patience left to judge whose fault it was!
I lay here beside you
listening to the pattern of your breathing
wanting to become one with it
wanting to drown myself in each beat
erasing my unhappiness
I breathe deeply
trying to stifle my tears
as wetness softly hits your chest
you always wanted more
why couldn't you be happy with us
with moments like this
Without question or words, I am alone tonight with you, writing.
A menial task, at least.
If mine eyes were like the Sparrows', they would march out off and grab you. Today, I fuel these mean, tyrannical things.
If mine eyes have but bought the answer, the answer to Mine own pure heart, I would have sought out refuge in places zero, finding it; zero repeating it.
There are no words for which I can say that echo my thoughts as I read and write about my feelings on this cold, October morning. No words mentioned?
A hollow glass of timer shoots low upon my belly, it is made out of coal, and it believes it knows me.
It is brass and silver; It is my old, long-lost violin, the 'Scarecrow'.
Perhaps there's more to life here than meets the everlasting paths of divine entities. Yiuth being one of them, faith being one of the few.
I cannot reason with my thoughts if I am alone with those other inquiries, only fathom them. May they never sleep at night. May they never fathom...
When I turned eighteen
I believed
turning water into Whiskey
were my keys to the doors of maturity
a retreat from parental sensibilities
and a gateway to fitting in with my peers
Little did I knew
turning water into Whiskey
would bear a sensation
as harsh as the vinegar
fed to Jesus on the cross
Nothing but a deadly miracle
executed on my brain, liver and heart
to becoming endangered species
while forging a genocide of my cells
and forcing my body into extinction
six feet below the brown earth
Mable Bee the magnificent invited us to her house for a spell
I am going to turn my familiar into a liberty bell.
Allasha allushia alligawee and quick
She swizzled her wand with a kind of a flick
Her black cat was still a cat, but purple you see
She pretended it was her plan all along, Mable Bee
The rest of us remembered she had failed spells 101 at school
But we kept our voices silent, for that is the unwritten witch rule.
The years I let slowly steep
were quietly astringent
and on the road where I lingered
I wandered into side paths
that left a faint, stinging trace of regret
I also met a brief sunshower
its light thinned by the red of evening
but when a lifetime turned full circle
and something in me began again
there was no need
to keep my ties wrapped
like a scarf at my throat
for the end and the beginning of life
lean toward one another
and kindle
like a candle in still air
The world is burning
We all look on
Some fan the flames
and some are playing games
People's lives are worth less than cattle
They shake, they stomp, they rattle the cage
Where within they've placed
His, her, and your name
They take their guns and wave them in your face
Not one, not two, but Eight!
Take their place
Performing a ritual in the public face
In private, who knows-
We ALL know
What happens to those of another race
Can't you see?
The flag of the land of the free is burning
Is the page finally turning?
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