Stranger that i know
We had a present in the past
Feelings to memories
Experience
When she was in the past i knew her
Memories to tales
Telling how i remember feeling
By fate our paths re-alligned
It was a bit tense
What a lovely present to be presented with
We are re-introduced
Now that we in the present
She is a stranger that i know
Having conversations of the future
I hope to know her
She is a stranger that i know
I know not the strange message the universe it telling me
If only i could find out
Growing
We grew apart
But that also could not keep us apart
Now i script down her art
So if we ever again depart
She will know in her heart
She knows me as i know her
Parallel
She is a stranger that i know
She always has a place in my heart that she knows i know
And i know she knows
She is a stranger that i kno...
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...