Relentlessly.
The blood coursing through my veins
Is calling out your name,
Like waves.
Lapping on the shores of my ventricles.

Pulsating.
Your radiance permeates through the viscosity
Of the life-sustaining redness,
Down to the base of my existence.
Giving it purpose. Meaning.

Consistently.
You waltz into my mind at every second,
Without fail, like a ticker-tape.
Or a metronome.
That’s why I feel you in every breath. Inspiration.

Chivalry is not dead for as long as I
am alive.
It will thrive
for there will be sons of mine.
And theirs.
For as long as my bloodline lives,
chivalry will exist.

Romance is not dead ‘cause I
see the sparkles of fireworks in her eyes.
When her curls gently slides
down against her cheeks,
contrasting her delicate skin,
framing the femininity of the features of her face,
my stomach danced with the butterflies.

Eyes hazy from the smoke,
Dragged a long puff and choked,
Nicotine stains on my nails,
Turbulent emotions as words failed.
I pulled the knives from my chest,
And started to bleed out from my breast,
I should have left them buried between the ribs.
And with the last cigarette between my lips,
I realised she didn't hurt me and left me to die.
I did.

You were the ghost of my past.
Apparition of you have always haunted me.
Only this time, I want you to haunt me for life.
Your bangles clanking in my ears, your laughter echoing in my heart.
You etched your name on my rib with your fingernails.
Your smile keeps me awake at night.
I can't see the bright side, so you sat with me in the dark.
Whiffs of your fragrance, at every corner of my cell.
Your chilly breaths down my neck, warmed my frozen soul up.
I never knew I had that much passion left in me till I look you dead in the eye.
If this is a nightmare, never ever wake me up.

His hair unkempt, legs filled with cuts and bruises.
Arms sore, palms covered in calluses and blisters.
Dragging his feet carelessly, skateboard in hand.
Mouth so dry, his tongue feels like a pit of sand.
His boyish face tells tales of definite disappointment.
Eyes fixated on the broken concrete pavement.
Waves of dejection lapping on the shores of his heart.
For a start, he wants to punch the mailbox hard,
Scream at the world till his rigid lungs give out.
The sky is overcast, sun hidden by gloomy clouds.
Droplets of rain pitter- pattered on the ground.
He sat in a dark alley, he didn't want to be found.
And he cried. Bawled his eyes out, cause it hurts.
His face wet from tears and rain, wiped it with his shirt.
He tries to stand, but falls again.
So he quits.
His ears caught whispers of splashes and he saw a pair of feet.
A hand reaches out, and he looks up real quick.
He is gazing upon a face so beautiful, so angelic.
She smiled and it was like sunshine in the storm.
It was dazzling, comforting, above all, it was warm.
He grabs her hand, my God, it is smooth and soft.
She pulls him up onto his feet, and whips out a piece of cloth.
Cleans the dirt and blood, and throws it into a drain.
He stares at her, and for what seems like an eternity,
they stand there together in the rain.

After the putrid stench of heartbreak,
You are a breath of fresh air.
The aroma of freshly baked pastries at a country fair.

The smell of daisies in summer.
The melody of the nightingale on my windowsill.
The beauty of a field filled with tulips and daffodils.

The perfection of a Renaissance painting.
The cooling mid autumn breeze against my cheeks.
The change I needed, you are the change that I seek.

Darling,
Your smile is His work of art.
You reason with the demons in my heart.
You fixed my broken soul.
You sooth the madness in my head.
Jealousy incarnate, I wanted you for myself.
Bared my rawest emotions, I showed you my hell.
You took my hand, and
sat next to me in the burning cesspool.
I said nothing, but I couldn't be more grateful.

Darling, thank you.

From records to cassettes, CDs to Blu-rays.
Jam Master Jay to Jay, from NWA to Kanye.
From white tees to peacoats,
Nikes to Reeboks.
From durags on hoodrats,
From gang signs to hangtimes.
From brothers who spent time,
To those who spat rhymes.
Mad love to whose who spent time on their grind.
I'm part of the Foundation, they call me the blueprint.
You're welcome to walk the talk, if the
shoe fits.
No-one admitted to putting the game to shame,
So who did?
I'm asking one more time, so who did?

I'm trying to hack away the chains that bind so tightly to this game.
But when I'm done, someone else will put the clasp on her wrists again.
Feels like I need to get her sins pardon by the president.
Nothing has ever been
The same. Ever since
Hip Hop was incarcerated, I had been
grieving ever since.
She is on the death row.
Death crowed,
every night.
Scythe in hand, still by the window.
She ain't fazed, though.
Got jumped more times than a trampoline.
Point blank with a 5.4".
With her eyes closed,
She heard Icewater
in her mind, soul.
Her eyes watered,
as she let go.

Life is beautiful they say, sprinkled with fairy dust.
But I'm a pessimist, sceptic, so it's just prolly rust.
Nothing is forever, but folly
does
Steal every **** second from your hourglass.
Life is short, I'm gonna have a
blast.
****, I'm gonna just do it cause nothing ever lasts.
I'm going through lots of changes, changes I never asked for.
If you're asking me to stay, I say I'm gonna let go.
If you think that's cold,
well girl,
You haven't felt it when my
hell froze.
Life is also a *****, that's why I call him an *******.

The moon asked me if I missed you and I just said no.
The stars just chuckled but I believed that they know.
Listen to the whispers of your heart, it's prolly faint though.
If you can hear it, I will be waiting on the other end
of the ******* rainbow.

This is our farewell.
You lost me, probably forever.
You ignited the fire to my life's hell.
I shall see you never.

This is our goodbye.
As you say hello to your new lover.
I can't find another tear in my eyes.
I shall see you never.

This is our au revoir.
Time for you to cherish it forever.
And I stand on the rocky couloir.
I shall see you never.

Troopers invading peaceful nations, waving their country's flag.
We condemn these immoral actions, but we let these effects stack.
A thousand deaths today, no mathematical formula to predict tomorrow's.
We don't let our emotions sway, there's no way to understand their sorrow.

Shaking our heads in disagreement when we witness war on the news.
But that's all we do, then move on cause we can never walk in their shoes.
Our hands are shackled, noble notions suppressed by justified fear.
Hearts are clear, minds haggard, away from justice we steer.


Mothers standing at doorways, sons run the streets with AKs from fallen soldiers.
Fathers run the streets looking for their sons with AKs from fallen soldiers.
Mothers standing at the graves, of daughters who were bombed in their sleep.
They will stand at cemeteries filled with families and then it's vengeance that they seek.


Mortar shells decorated the cities, armies on killing sprees.
Citizens starving, and bullets filled their stomach brutally.
Children thirsty, had their fill from their mothers' lacrimal sac.
Scavengers scavenged on, survival riding on their backs.


I could protest purposely, anti-propaganda policies on picket signs.
I could rally a demonstration, but I know I will be the only one in line.
Jail journeys insufficient for the ****** and rotten, houses wrecked and families broken.
So don't blame me, cause my faith in us is lost, we are a lost cause, these monstrosities will never ever be forgotten.

A sudden realisation, revelation came to light.
The grass isn't greener on the other side.
He travelled across seas and desert sands.
If only he knew, he had been watering barren lands.
The seeds won't sprout and the roots won't sink.
Nothing he did, will ever amount to anything.
His boots were worn out, blisters and toes showing,
But he trudged, in the dark, sandstorms blowing.
Teary- eyed, sand granules rained fierce on his corneas.
Wandering blind, accompanied by his own fears.
Buzzing in his ears, he no longer hear what's dear,
But what's clear, he gave up on ideals and ideas.
Cause they are not real, mirage in the heat wave.
No corner that he felt safe, so he began to dig graves.
Hid in one, till he was found by a bedouin chieftain,
In that instant, he be doing fist feints,
Caught off guard in an unfamiliar fiefdom.
Like a ****** in the university of Princeton.
He didn't need assistance, but he definitely needed help.
Like a she-wolf, lost, and looking hard for its whelp.
Not soulless, just a soul lost, for many moon days.
With His saving grace, he prayed he will be soon saved.