she was a person
not your honour
your pride
she begged you not to
but you burned her alive
there were tears in her eyes
when you snuffed her life out
and you sold your soul
when her light flickered out
her fear will be yours
on the day that you stand
a sinner before his Lord
she was a human
never yours to sacrifice
so cursed be your honour
and hollow be your pride
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
god is
one
but we think
you deserve
to die
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
i choose a
veil for i'm
a willing slave
we cry just like
you & i
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
you
pierce the
wrong veil
but we are not
people behind
the cries of
my brothers
silenced
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
you laugh at
a tongue twisted
around your words
but ours still
sound crass
on yours
god is
one
but we worship
a black box
in mecca
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 7:01 AM UTC
find my
lover
suddenly my heart
is torn asunder
every night this
dream
playing heartstrings
like a harp
what was
ink
now set
in stone
on wings of
unrequited love
she flies to the
left
and straight on
until morning
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
green
the colour of freedom
a whispered memory
a mother's touch
red
the colour of blood
needlessly spilled
a river in the streets
grey
the colour of despair
but a remnant
of the candle's flame
death
a colour of...
it must be a colour
the pallor painting the father's-
green
it seems lost
among heartache, loss
will the memory ever fade?
blue
the sky under which children play
will they again?
for the sky is grey
green
the mother's nation
birthed of strife, breach
shining through
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
typeset soul
page to fill
graphite smear
wings on walls
spinning verse
ink black sky
etched ardour
wordless voice
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
let me paint this picture
let me put it straight
his eyes closed for the last time
she lingers but a moment
her fingers on his cheek
his lips are ashen grey
the smile from before now so far away
he carried his flag with pride
his standard flew so high
but they shot him in his street
his martyred soul with the god he loved
his mother left praying over his shell
a nation chained
a voice lost
mothers left broken children left crying
a clan, a nation, a blood that is dying
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC
out of the ashes and into the sky
from the depths of deception a hero shall rise
wings once torn now flying high
once torn by the world's weight
hope lost, again found
burned by the flames
scorched by the sun
a voice speaking of what is to come
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
skIP, hOp,
TWo by fOUr
between the lines
Across the squares
tOss the ROck,
RUN and jUMp
SLAP SLAP
JUMPing rope
along the edge
Above the road
cOncrete GArden,
JUNGLE OF CEMENT
CITY GIRL
BORN AND BRED
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
Word.
Rhyme, rhythm
Song.
Beat.
Phrasing, lyrics
Heart.
Love.
Hate, discordant
Sentiment.
Passion.
Fire, stirring
Fervour.
Song.
Melody, call
Strain.
Song of my heart,
Heart of my song.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
black infection
encrusted society
shifty figurehead
sightless humanity
labelled multitudes
open forgery
smokescreen to the social order
decomposing culture
dead camaraderie
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC