The chronicles : Of The Conversations with (Pain)

M (me)
P (pain)

M: Pain does hurt more than some times.

P : Dont blame me, i'm here to help.

M: Help ?!

P: No pain, no gain. Remember ?!
Hey, what dont kill you, makes you stronger.

M: Do you like, aim for the 'kill' , then settle for hurt ?

P: Lol. Case in point. There is humour in me.
You tell , brave stories of honour, through me. Pride.
What the hell ?! Careers have been established because of me. Psycho-analyse that. And take a chill-pill.

M: So you take 'pride' from / at what you do to people ?

P : Wouldnt you ? If you were achieving excelllence in what you were intended for, your mission.
By the way, people stop thinking you are the center of attention, by that i mean 'universe' .

M : whats your relation, relativeness (so to speak ), to / with time ? Now that you a...

the mirror

I Look in the mirror and all I see is pain 

The reflection is the only one who doesn’t laugh at me 

I see optimism crushed under the oppression of everyday life 

We are dreamers being forced to wake up

I sit and stare at the mirror and I don’t like what I see

Judging ever flaw, every blemish, and every problem about me 

I wonder if things might ever get better for me 

The glass shattering will be the only thing to set me free

I can’t judge no more and from the shackles I lose

No more pain, no more scars, no more bruise

THE FALLING TREES

The fallen trees just say; hello.

They grace the ground and never

feel low.

Their leaves of green are now all

dead and gone

Nature tells a story of how the

trees were born.

The bird's chorus is of tuneful 

sound

They make joy of the world around.

The trees are dormant as the night

time sky

The trees tell their story you cannot

deny.

The earth goes round as in full circle

to the eye

The view is magic it makes me cry.

The sky and the moon await the hot

sun to rise

The earth still turns it is a surprise.

Cuddle thy tree and the leaves shall

fall

Listen to the birds you'll hear their

call. 

Love thy nature as it's the tree of 

the earth

And together they make a glorious

Point of view

Consider the pristine edge of observation,

curtains that raise the intuitive mind, with no hesitation.

That prism that can change the concept,

corridors of memory mirrors precept.

Some mystery begging to unfold,

blending nuances into oneness to behold.

When the penny drops the revelation,

time and thoughts in reincarnation.

Pure reality blends by embracing the new,

sound walking shoes in to pursuit.

Onward spiraling beyond the place,

embracing in spite of all fears.

Curtain keeper of all dimension,

pull that robe to that loving vision.

Seeking that all embracing way,

understanding truth in that today.

Trusting that spirit forever more,

devotions that take us to the others shore.

Shame

The man in the room,

waited call never came.

Shadows for prisoners of life.

Flames to engulf roses, 

an end of a transformation.

Before You Fall

Love don’t live here 
I am lust in disguised 
A reckless man,  
A reckless lover
Black clouds underneath blue sky 
A monsoon, soon underneath your eyes 
A shaky terrain 
For all hearts that ever dare to feel for me 
A drop of truth 
Inside a bucket of lies 
Baby If I were you 
I would run away from my lies 
Like tear drops against bruised skin
For not a single seed from your basket of love 
Could ever grow and blossom here 
In this deceitful desert of my soul 
A soft warning for the sake of your heart 
Out of a last drop of an empty bucket of truth
Baby I can only pray 
It reaches your heart on time 
Before you fall!

MY NAME IS DARING

It was 1984 when I decided to vacation in San Francisco, California

It Toured Downtown and the Suburbs

But there was a port of San Francisco that Tour Companies wanted Tourist to avoid

So I wanted to explore why this specific area was off limits

I spoke to the Tour Escort, and he told me how I should dress

I had my Jean’s torn and everything out place and wore a Do Rag Bandana around my head

Yes head

So I ventured up to the area of question

No time to talk out in suggestion

Now it could have been my Death

Nonetheless, I had to see for myself

Because I am not like everybody else

Courage with assurance

No I wasn’t under the influence

I was in an Alley surrounded by Motorcycle Gangs had arrived

I acted tough

I even called their bluff

I was told by one of the Motorcycle Leaders, I didn’t fit in

Pride waves encounter

With the waves a sea encounter
A spectre of eternal tides
Swallowing my hollowing pride

The Future Is Still Bright

The future is still  bright 
Even when I haven't seen a great light

The future  is still  bright 
Even when all I  see is night. 

The future is still bright 
Even if I can't see what I hope for insight 

Living a cantankerous life
Terrified with the issues of life
Starving with the depth of lies
Binding with the soils of miry
I say the future is till bright.. 

Tears may seen to be your hobby 
Flowing all round your body

Disappointment your everyday experience 
As if there is no more favour in existence. 

Structured a good life
But been caught in depth of lies

Looking at the path you take, 
Seeing lack of great intake. 

Confusion all the way 
Found in your lane and still carried astray. 

Love with all of&n...

My Grandmother's House

Two little rooms in a little apartment,

With little windows and little doors

And the littlest lady of them all,

Sitting, feet barely touching the kitchen floor.

Knitting little sweaters for little children

With eyes of blue and hair the color of wheat,

As they sprint across the narrow hallway

In the midst of that summer’s heat.

She poured us warm chamomile tea

And sliced freshly baked bread and butter.

Little feet dangled off the chairs

As we dipped our fingers in palettes of watercolor.

When the wind rose in the afternoon sun,

We put our little shoes on and sprinted down the stairs

Tripping around corners as we missed steps

But as lo...