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The Cross Road

When words sound like a lost course

Who is will provide the answers to all this questions we ask

When the world feels like sinking sand

Who will beat fear to hold my hand?

When the road of life seems too long to reach the end

Who will tell me continue when am just about to stop

 

I am not afraid of what the world brings me

It is after all life, and it is meant to be

I cannot chose what my tomorrow becomes

But I can choose to become my tomorrow

And define my existence today

But a choice is but a choice

It may not define what becomes

Or what tomorrow may bring

 

When behind lies the tattered ruins

Of an interrupted middle class firmly

When our differences of reason cannot elevate

When sense make no sense

And the silence in my house

Is beyond the count of grief

I sit and take a moment to meditate

For you to read my thoughts in a poem

 

In the deepest end of solitude

I find a place to bury pain

What my heart cannot heed

My mind cannot feed

To corrupt my thoughts with greed

I am not afraid to be alone

Because no one is ever alone

But I am afraid to be what I am not

Like a wound left to rot

 

A defined sense of solitude

At the cross road

When thoughts collide

When we take a moment to weigh our load

When we all pause

To Whig history

 

 

When the sea mimics the land

Life still exist within

When the sun set to the east

And the night is left for beasts to feast

Life still exist within

When all is lost

And when all is said and done

When fun has become less fun

When all have come and gone

When there is nowhere to run

Life still exist within

 

When something becomes nothing

When nothing becomes something

And when ideas deceive the mind

In the interregnum

It is the journey of life

Not the arrival which occupies my mind

When we get to the cross road,

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The Invisible Chains

I woke to a winter morning cold as stone

Afraid of my shadow

The invisible chains, heavier than led

I realized where it began

When men lost humanity

In the garden of life

They eat the fruit of life

Realizing the naked truth

Yet the beginning of our differences

That multiplied over time

And evolved through time

Became visible like the color of skin

Perception has become the worst deception


You, yes you,

I remember you

You told me I was a waste of semen

Yet I was born with a proud face

See I am nothing but a seed

That carries the sins of a farmer

But Now that our difference are broad

Life has become too shot

You and I are still stuck in traffic

Walking to the Promised Land

On our way back to reality

 

Shadows and dust

It has been the same in the past

What you have just read

Is a little of what my heart has bleed

Drenching the page with my last platelets

And die to live another day..

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Motive and Thoughts Prt 1

This is a story of a farmer

Who became an informer…

Displacement of this farmer

Was heartless, by a round belly

Robbing a Skinny belly

In a rock steady


See for any story

The context is essential

Like motivation,

An emotional state

Is the presence of stimuli

A thought ……..


But in this instance

There was no resistance

And the diction

Was nonfiction

But a contradiction

Of intuition..


To take ride of humiliation

And bear the scars of crucifixion……………..

TO BE CONTINUED>>>

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Broken Reflection

I had a dream too
That someday I will be king 
And be the change I want to see
I had a dream 
That someday, some how 
I will find a way …where there is a will
There is always a way
 
But shall we continue to hope
When faith starts to bleed
When truth is said in a whisper
How can I continue to read? 
When the media has to choose 
What to write on the paper
 
I feel like I’ve been told a lie
From the day I was born
Answers buried with the dust
And forgotten as the past
Now darkness imprisons me 
With power to rival the sun
Like the absolute hunger 
that has swallowed the world
Enacting a story of life that is not mine
 
I had a dream 
That someday I will be king 
And be the change I want to see
I had a dream too
That someday, some how 
I will find a way …where there is a will
There is always a way
 
But if all that glisters is not gold
What is the truth that has not been told?
And if tomorrow is a gift un-promised
Then I am trapped in myself
My body has become a cell 
Held by these invisible chains heavier than led
But I have to climb throw the walls of doubt
That surrounds my mind 
To see clear this broken reflection

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The Open Door

The Open door (My life’s Maze day)

Yesterday I painted my dream with the colors of the earth
like many I was afraid of the unknown’ land of dreamers’
The walls of doubt surrounded my thoughts
But to kill the shadow-(dark) is to shine light on it
And faith is ‘but’ the path we fallow in the absences of defined reality

I will not hide behind the shadows of ones long gone
Indeed you never know what you got until its gone’
As I climb above the walls of my life’s Maze, my purpose is set clear
I do not go up the ladder for the world to see me
But for me to see the world

Many moons have passed, Days have become nights
Weeks have become months, Years have become decades
But the true secrete behind the Vail of Mona Lisa
Is known best by the artist with a brush, Da Vinci had a code
Yet the portrait revealed is left for the world’s eyes to interpret

So fear not dear reader and walk with me through this open door
But beyond this door is a story you never Knew
This is a story of a child, as son, a boy and the man, you have come to know
Take no offense in the face of reality, indeed courage is not the absence of fear
But it is the strength of a hero within, without false promises

As the journey continues and we turn another page to my life’s maze
my foot print remain a mark not drawn on the ground or printed in rocks
As we have passed the ages of the soft stone
Let it remain visible in the hearts I have touched
And to the hands I held, the grip remain brotherly
The words spoken be a shied to guide and protect the broken heart(-ed)

For the earth’s beauty can only be defined
When we acknowledge that the moon, the stars and the sun
Are but one thing that give light to earth
As is the earth one with them
And we all stand to be judged but one creator above all
So walk with me through this open door dear reader
Let’s retraces the journey and discover through twist and turns
For the life of me without false promises……….

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Ab Incunabulis

The beauty you carry,
Most see it only when it unfolds’
A mother, another creature
That sits next to the gods’
She is a gift that brings life to earth. 
So I give thanks to every mother
And every woman, 
For the nine months they carry life to earth. 
You make the world worth living.

Nobmath@ DYSIS inc 251012(21:10)

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Status of An In-Collective Memory

An infant death of thought!

Lives a feeble mind'

Like deception of perception,

But intolerance is bad reception'


the intensity of the physical,

And the perceptual effect'

Lives you victimized and helpless,


Because a choices of an individual'

Aligned with a given idea..!!!!

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Shadows and Dust

The shadow another side of me,
the reflection of your perception
an incredible deception,
visible in the dark
like the moon I suppose
 
What you oppose
I compose
Look at the mirror
I see the same face
But ponder on the reality
To define my existence
so unreal,
and reveal an tainted soul
 
I close my eyes
And the sky starts drawing me away,
I feel non existence with memories of yesterday,
yesterday could tell a story of today
to arch in such a way that fills the streets with silence
 
The shadow
like the art f deception
is to look the same
But not for all to share the blame
Nor the fame
 
See after birth comes death
that is not a curse
its just nature way to create a balance
 
My shadow tells me
you are not better that me
just because you can afford to buy a steak
And I can not
its just vanity that makes you feel you have value more than me
 
see if you can never be me
you can never be better than me
we all as filthy as dust from whence we came
So when the present becomes the past
and dust turns to dust
like love and lust
We All but shadows and dust'
 
 
nobmath1601201:1320

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The Elemental Chart

In the cycle of life

In time

Will we forget the ones who passed?

Will we learn to forgive?

What was, can it become buried with the past

 

In time,

In the cycle of life

Will your hands be clean?

Can the lies turn to be true?

Will we all believe?

Or reality will be blown like dust?

In time

 

Will there ever be my time?

Like the times of Marley, Garvey and Gandhi

Are we going to tell the same stories of time?

Or sleep on the same bed

Only to wake up on time

And make up for another time

 

 

In time

Where love is lost

Will it be found with time?

Will the wounded hearts heal with time?

Is time truly the healer of all wounds?

Wounded by passage of time? 

Will they tell the truth of our time?

Will reality be real with time?

 

In time

Will we complete the cycle of life

Can existence be measured like distance?

Will we get to see the end of time?

Will this story of mine end on time

Or we should say our prayers in time?

Before we close this elemental chart

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The Honeymoon Couple

Two weeks before the killing
She had that feeling
Truth could not be swayed
By this tourist’s agenda
She knows no baptism
That is a word of foreign origin
A horrendor ordeal
Good report for the press

While for my interests it strikes an appeal
Appetite for a thought’
The voice news paper states
“Identify the alleged assailant”
While the Eco has put an identity parade
Grieving the death of a new bride
Hijacked by the city lights

They were last seen..
The middle star bar..
From afar
Dressed to kill
Red shot skirt
Marching sharp heel boots
She got the last kiss from a bottle of savanna
She had been engaged for a while now
Suddenly there is Silence………………!!!!!!!
Have they found the assailant”?

Nobmath@ DYSIS inc 2012