Dry and crackling fire within
Ready to start a blaze
Hungry to devour the world
To cause a smoking haze

A plume of black on the horizon
As the sun does set
The fire all-the-more visible
When with darkness it is met

Darkness rests not further
The fire indeed grows brighter
Yet also pale moonlight grows paler
Both strong yet not enough to conquer

In blackness dark still remains
Amidst the flames and moonlight, it retains
The sun might shine to bid away the darkness' feigns
Twilight may be gone but the emptiness remains

HE WAS CRAZY

He could wake in the middle of the night
To flow his trumpet of life
He called it success
He ate dirt
He sang a dirge
He had forgotten himself
He wore rags and smeared **** on his face
He was too emotional too
He could cry a lot
Painful!
There were times,
He sat down, sick and helpless
He could open his mouth to speak but
No word he could utter
Bitter tears
Rolled
He felt pain
He was a human being
He had emotions to share to somebody
People feared him so much
They ran away from him
He suffered
Occasionally he recovered
He could call me, to visit him
I felt uneasy and pity could strike my heart
I felt a lot of pain in myself
Tears rolled down my cheeks
I was young and helpless
Hands very rough
He used them to wipe my small cheeks
I felt love then
He was a caring father
Who felt and worked for his greatness
But one day on a fateful afternoon
He was fencing his garden
He ran mad
Insanity!
And his life
Took another dimension
He was forced to lead a rough life
To live like animals,
No rest
No shades
No comfort ability of mind
He enjoyed being rained on, because he forgot himself
He contracted cold, he needed no medics
He was out of mind
He suffered
He made no mistake
He worked to earn, and out sweat he ate
He had no sin or dirt
He will have a second live, to revenge.
He was my lovely father honorable Kosgei.
Who led a miserable life so long
And
Finally
Died a painful death indescribable
R.I.P DAD

I spoke to you in whispers
but you shouted out my shame
My confidence is now just splinters
I can no longer speak your name

At dawn the sun broke my mask
I wore to dance to your tune
Now I'm just a broken mess
for you look down upon as your due

Can we never hear the music again
that was once our beating pulse?
Why is it you're always the one
that sings more quietly than most?

While we blind ourselves
we simply drown with the tide
Echoes of the past reflect only the failures and so shall it always be

Tomorrows promise is a kiss of remorse
just the same, we shall part
Can we leave what was only,
to pretend what never will be?

As you pull me from the depths
I simply leave you waiting
The nightmares will fade
but will the dreams ever again ring true?

So why do we dance to the same old tune?
When the music goes away
do we simply just nod to each other
knowing there's no other day?
At midnight do we excuse ourselves
to slumber separately with our demons?
Or do we simply hold onto
each other
to survive through the next season?

I taste the goodbye upon your lips
I hear our song slowly fade
Can you not simply follow me
to the shore
where new memories could be made?

In bittersweet reprise is our closing
Here do the credits role
Tonight is a moment and it bleeds the memories
Soon only to be pages from our past

Paint this moments portrait,
and stand back, not see the flaws
It is all in the illusion after all

Except for, in the grains of sand
upon which we danced
are the footsteps of our past
just washing away
Do the pages just turn on?
Because if you asked me in the beginning
I would have told you I didn't dance
But you grabbed me and started swaying
without me having a chance
to tell you I can't hear the music
I just move to a certain beat
The illusion is the only thing
that will move me to my feet

Isn't it after all, the flaws,
that will crack
and we will tumble
You may walk away singing,
while I still fumble with the illusion that we danced so pretty
under a fractured moonlight
While I tried to hold onto you
upon a tortured shore
You walked away from me
Leaving me in the dark of night

By ( Arcassin B) & Patty m

overslept, unkept
been living in a tent

(I'm obsessed with having
to be relentless)

didn't see the gun
till he pulled the trigger,
how do you figure
enough of your brainless schemes
when all I want is
the American dream
smash it
take a mansion and trash it
antiques, what the hell
old **** starts to smell

(Mmmm so potent while
I'm open,
Are you chosen for thrones
And all these other subjects are
Waiting for the arrival to be
Spoken,
Live by the gun and die by it too,
Danced around the house for
some clarity
It had me feeling blue,)


mf nothin's left or right
keep on bangin' night after night
bashed in heads
keep bleeding till you're dead
the brain game done drove u berserk
but u keep climbing out
when they throw in the dirt.