trampling on joy of
mouth
hands
and whole body and soul.
There must be time
When like Jacob
I pluck your eye from your socket
And place it inside of mine
Pluck my eye from my socket
And place it inside of yours
So-
I look at you with your eye
you look at me with my eye
Then
You will watch your tongue
Before you spit your words
Even after I return your eye
And take mine
To both our sunken sockets.
Inspired by Jacob L. Moreno
The rain on Sunday
I do it for the love
Believe me I never sleep
When I mess the picture
Am always in my corner writing
It is a part of me
It is a cure
It is a remedy
It can also be a medication
I have been through this for too long
So watch your tongue
Cos it will rain on Sunday
I once said I was taller than twice
So enjoy 5days of a blissful rain
Cos for sure it will rain on Sunday
The world will be blessed again
With the songs of my soul
Believe me I never sleep
The rain on Sunday
Don't tempt me
When your eyes are dirty
Who do you think I will become
After all this sacrifices I gave
I told you not to worry
I warn you not to beat the demon
We are all who we are
A champion a sun
A life a fight
A struggle an artist
I need no permission to Excel
So watch out for the Sunday rain
When it rains you will hears the melodies
Of water
Water got no enemy my friend
We are all in this life together
Like it or not
The Sunday rain will always bless you
Cos I do it for love
A tribute to many men.
sleep my child sleep
you know u need the rest
lay here next to mama
right here
right on mommas breast
i will keep you safe
i will make u free
all you have to do my child
is give your life to me
give momma your lips
give momma your life
give momma your stooping breast
against her fickle knife
child watch your tongue
child watch in dread
child watch your every word
or dance among the dead
momma is your promise
momma is your sin
momma is your everything
and momma will begin
strip awayemotion child
strip away from me
I AM NOT YOUR MOMMA CHILD
NOW FADE IN MISERY
I WONT KEEP YOU SAFE
NO! I WONT KEEP YOU WARM!
I WILL MURDER EVERYTHING
AND TERRORIZE YOUR HOME!
TIME WAS ONCE YOU LOVED ME!
OH NOW WHAT A JOKE!
SHED YOUR TEARS IN AGONY
SO I CAN WATCH YOU CHOKE!
momma has a new child now
and i cannot repair
the damage she has done with love
so all i do is stare
i never want to love again
i never want to care
but i dont even have a choice
cuz life is never fair.
Get it straight into your head
I'm not in such terms with you
So watch your tongue
Anyway what's your problem leave me in peace
You don't own my life, do you?
You just met me and you want to control my life
Who the heck do you think you are
Can't i have my way
I'm on my own so why worry
Why do i worry myself for nothing
Is it that am too altruistic?
I always think other people's interest are
more important than mine
I tell others to do the right things
and they tell me I'm worrying them
But if i don't tell them, they claim am a bad friend
Am i doing the wrong thing by telling them the right thing?
What else do they want me to say?
I will remain on my own with no fears
I now know how to live my life
In fact a really quite and peaceful one
I know I'm the only one who can help myself
The going would really get rough and tough
I know it would be hard for me
But i've got to and i will do it,no matter what
The only thing I've got to say is
"YOU NEVER KNOW HOW IMPORTANT SOMEONE
IS TO YOU UNTIL YOU REALLY LOSE THAT PERSON"
From the moment they arrive,
you know there will be trouble,
jealousy takes over,
and they make your life hell
So much yelling and fighting,
competing and boasting.
The foundation of family
They follow you everywhere,
and embarrass you completely,
no regard to your feelings,
just their own
But you still do what you can,
to be the best big sister you can be,
protecting them,
loving them
If anything happens,
you're the one she turns to,
to help her,
and to make sure she does the right thing
They copy you,
not to be annoying,
but because they aspire to be like you,
so make sure you watch your tongue
And sure it's difficult,
changing your plans for them,
spending your money on them,
by hey!
What's family for
Why have you come to me with questions of your life?
Asking of what foot placements will better your stride.
You beg me to ask the Prophet of which events you can tame,
And for me to write his words in a poem, in your name.
The universe expands rift as you expound your shame.
You say the Prophets vision won't be true unless my paper I have stained.
You ask me to write you a better path, one that will suit you,
But the Prophet is no puppet master and puppets I refute you.
My old friend the Prophet wastes no visions on those who are blind,
And I can sense why you yearn for my lines; I can feel you've been unkind.
Watch your tongue; you say your downfall has only us to blame?
I'll spare you only one verse of wisdom, the secret to our game.
The Poet and the Prophet are one in same.
Grandma Bunky her hair so soft and white
Red lipstick that’s cheek staining
Attitude and ***** but you’d better watch your tongue
Not to much a TV watcher
Didn’t think much of the neighbor Mr. Botcher
Mom to three, I miss her grandma kiss
Atop her game – back when she was “Miss”
Being trapped, staring from her chair
Unruffled by the grandkids as there were three and always there
Not a day goes by I don’t think of her and me
Kind strokes as she would brush my hair
Yes I could eat a cookie and sit in her big girl chair
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