Round the city blocks;
with its fake people,
       And the bad crowds.

***** dealers;
and their corrupt cops

House party speakers-
cracking noises
                   So **** loud.

Amongst all the chaos-
still wishing my love was
                        Still around.

I'm a lonely leaf;
          falling away in
                the  
                      Winds.

A cement of ideas;
    paved in
                  pain
On the Avenue of
               Destiny's street.


Hanging onto life;
          threading needles
                  In my back

Puppet strings,
   tied to things-
                 That I lack.
                
            Only for tonight;
      I'll love myself

But by tomorrow;
                Wish I could be  
         anyone else.

                  Bring your love;
     trade you my pain

Bring your scars;
                I could give you
      an escape
                        
                            Bring your thoughts;
     and leave  
            your brain.

Close your eyes;         To see what's
                      really inside
Put an X;            On two of my I's
                     XII;

Lose your air-
to remember how it;
               feels to be alive.  
  
                      But you'll still
             survive;
                         Even with
death on  
                 your mind
                        
                      Stay strong;
                           stay alive.

As she boldly said;

'It only takes-
four words to say,'
              "I'm falling in love,"

He sighed and replies;

'But it only takes-
three to say,'
                 "I'm falling apart."

Even where flavour lies;
can't bite into love
Like a sandwich.

Two slices of loaf;
he was told too many lies.
Unfortunately for him;
it was all both sides.

Now all of emotion-
seem to be off duty
Sick of onward motion;
and things not set in motion
I'm growing cold; and frozen
so void of my apparent motion
                       But stay on duty.

Put myself on promotion;
free of living in Death's duty
Putting my self will in a glove;
then going on grips in self-love
Its handwoven, and interwoven
                        Worthen of a ruby.

With abreast of pride on chest;
all of my heart has know cruelty
But I learnt how to see beauty,
and tying closely to it's devotion
                            With faith in me.



Some of which, stressful days
will move best in slow motion;
Best of times go in a moment,
so I've come to the conclusion,
                      I'm just an Ocean.

Love is a
four letter word-
As so is time.

As the love-
you have for one;
Is time you spend.

The time in love
as what to give-
Also a four letter word.

Spend the time
you give to one-
To the fullest,
as to show true love.

All children gather round in a circle;
While in their teens in the middle-
go on playing spin the bottle.

As adults figuring out a purpose;
Life is a colour of passions-
we all could be a colour purple.

Under the shade of a plum tree;
As days are like purple leaves-
praying not to be lost in the winds.

All children gather round in a circle;
While in their teens in the middle-
go on playing spin the bottle.

As adults figuring out a purpose;
Life is a colour of passions-
we all could be a colour purple.

Under the shade of a plum tree;
As days are like purple leaves-
praying not to be lost in the winds.

Our youth-
seemed to be all careless
So age finds and grows a child.

Peer pressured by our habits;
living in them like a habitat.
Stuck in a hole of teen depression;
as it looks to be a grey rabbit.

Broken family ties;
are you caught up in the lies,
And could you survive?

See through hands of giving;
closed hand into sinning
All of us are lately tripping;
falling off, death inevitably proceeding
All at our tries of living;

As are us, of our people.

So live life without
a need for Google friends;
Searching for-
your identity inside of them.

Green tint to your hair dye;
with a purple shade of lips.
All now complete with purple
makeup on your eye.

Made up blemishes and all;
paints the stroke of realism.
Unlovable parts to be loved;
Too much of a free spirit,
to keep count of your soul.

Rest upon my artistic love;
though I don't own a mattress.
Been long to train out my love;
and exercising my emotions.
So I might be out of practice.

Drew out my heart;
drawing out your picture,
As I fell in love with an idea.
What a pencil put onto paper;
as I drew you out all alone.
But hopes of being a feature.

(Lonesome artist)

In love with his drawings;
but also an artist ever so lonely.

And so to love-
we're dared to lock eyes;
As with both keys to heart.
And so to enter;
one knows the sound of love's knock.

Choke on the lies;
but the truth also hard to digest.
As to hunger for words,
to be fed my worth of their love;
Born by a tone of voice-
A child indeed of bless.

May the excuses be;
as wild as I am to self (Maybe)
Tamed by softest words of love.
But its only in the above;
man seeks truth of Heavens not seen.

So I will be-
better known by my words.
Even if they go unheard;
all these words are my worth.

In that time-
holding a weight onto my heart;
Reason be; when you were my crush,
young and we didn't know about love.
The more we kissed; it was never enough.

As we were, when we were young.

And as we live;
we've lived under the warmth of Sun.
Those at the bottom;
despite lowest moments, light stays above.

You only seem to focus on the top;
for it be where you long. (To belong)
Top of the morning,
midst on top of your sorrow
But the way to get there;
knowing bottoms and their light,
For the dark is but a moment;
compared to goodness of light in your life.

Raised to be-
a lover and not a fighter;
But a fighter for my love.

A whisper in between lips-
To increase as we kiss;
as I do miss the times,
Love; easy to find like words on lips,
But the sounds of love to I, all amiss.

And in the grapevine-
made to be the wine that ages.

We don't celebrate its birthday

But are we any different,
thinking we can stay forever young?
A bottle too ages by the years;
Can we all not grow in maturity?

Take a sip of that.

Like the tip of a pen-
So be the tip of your tongue.
It's words either bring joy, love; encouragement; passion or wisdom;
Or
only becomes scribbles on paper that adds nothing of value to one's life.

What then does your pen speak of you?

Are we;
are we are?
To be;
what is love,
Love is what?

Who are we,
Are we just who?
Why do we live;
Or rather,
why we live & do?

How we are to be;
be it how; we are-
Us; Love, All Creations of God.

All the innocent eyes-
guilty of something;
Guilty pleasures that lie,
resting in between their eye.

As for one's self-discovery;
channel out reasons searching for love
How to find the right one,
when you're not right yourself?
Do brace yourself-
Looking for love; hand on your heart.

You hold onto love's pressure.
Not all you find lasts forever.

While I'm acting right, don't cause a scene;
Tell me to act clean: I'm too ***** minded;
You say it's dim, but I see the finest.

Right in between those eyes.

Hate me now when I'm acting different;
On my case when I seem suspicious,
Pull me closer when I'm acting distant.

Making sure I stay awhile.

You call me Mr: Not ready to have a Mrs;
Gift your love: Let's all call it Christmas.
Tried to give me a bed job: I quickly said,
'Please stay out of my business.'


Let me rest, before I'm addressed
By your favourite naked dress;
Turn a court case into a pillowcase:
Putting all our issues to their rest.

'That's how we should play it girl.'

Pace yourself: Ran marathons to love;
Played yourself, and broke your heart.
Hate me now, quickly complaining to God;
Say I seem off: He knows you're playing odd.

Still we both see such a perfect angel.

Now I act rude when in Tuesday's mood;
Step on toes when you remove your shoes,
Do you wrong; feelings go misunderstood.

Leaving you to cry on my shoulders.

You inhale, I sigh; And we both exhale.
Inhale, exhale, breathing out this pain.
You inhale, I sigh; And we both exhale.
Inhale, exhale, is how we play this game.

You feel just like Heaven on Earth;
a hellish anger to leave me burnt.
And all with that purity: I do hope
you can keep it under your skirt.

I heard the world is stealing roses.

One and two;
Those days so unlikely for you,
Three and four;
Lost the keys to lock my pride's door,
So by five and six;
Felt like I was looking for a fix,
Because seven and eight;
I was only filled with hate.

Tried my best to;
smile with all my fake friends,
Probably why I was so depressed
by just nine and ten.
Eleven elevated tears,
that never met the ground;
Twelve years of screaming to myself,
but without a sound.

Making up for time;
making thirteen daily mistakes,
And fourteen identities;
To mask away this face.
With fifteen reasons for me,
To hate living in such a lonesome way.
Being sixteen gets you so excited;
For being an adult some day.

So I skipped through seventeen;
So by eighteen I could be going out,
In this crazy world for an escaping.
Not to mention,
Nineteen was just the oddest;
And running me down out of my patience.

Twenty was only a bonus round;
Straight after I lost more than I could gain,
By the time twenty-one came around.

But at this current age,
I gained Hope for a better sense of life;
Living through daily troubles,
trying my best to be focused on His light.
Guess at twenty-two;
I gained some wisdom and better insight.

And truly numbers don't lie.

Could be-
On a journey for love;
Just let me find my feet.

Bit the taste of thunder;
you're not afraid of it's bark?
Stood still in everything falling down;
there's lightening in those eyes;
Showing you and I have a spark.

You and I; have the reins to love.

How do lips,
closely rhyme with kiss;
Yet the tongue;
in between makes a hiss,
I do wonder;
did we both submiss?

Dip my feet-
In a bag full of coffee beans;
To get the feeling of-
The ground in between my toes.

The path of life, has endless battles following;
Feet are in a steady, but their steps can rattle,
In it being tribulations; let yourself seek & find;
Gain new revelations; and the truths you'll find.

To perhaps go searching through ocean's deep;
Sitting and waiting by the edge of life. To then,

                                 Take a leap
                                        ....
         ­                               ....
                         ­               ....

All spirits long to seek; further than it's flesh,
Deeply in those questions; without the answers,
Ending physical form, beginning spiritual quests.

Cornered by anxiety; 'is it worth the read?'
Exhale heavily; inhale the pressure building up my chest,
Eyes heavy of tears, drowned by this pen's debt.
Something in my eye, blinding me to the sight of life;
A blank canvas, but only an empty creative,
Nothing to inspire at the moment, just Writer's block.

When the day ends;
you make me wish the sunlight could stay,
Longer hours with you;
we don't spend enough time in the day.

All pictures look the same to me,
whether trending or not.
Won't lock my eyes without a key,
So pointless to ride a wave without a yacht.

Who tries to make ends meat,
but never been fed
Pray on the daily, for just for an extra slice of bread?

I want some cake,
just to know the taste.
Make a little dough, so I can bake,
Get stuck in some beef. A while
since I've had some steak.
Put your life on the line, just to see what's at stake.

Food for thought I gave, can I have some feedback,
Light on all my responses, guess I'm just a snack.
Pray for me, with grace, and thanks.
To never overindulge, avoiding stomach cramps.

And a couple meals, to keep me fed.
Gain a couple pounds, earn a little bread.

My eyes are hungry.

The eye of the storm-
Reins one's worry
See beyond,
behind the chaos is the Calm.

If I ever bought love,
I'm just going to break it.
  These feelings aren't concrete,
   but definitely belong to the
    pavement.
  
  I could love someone complex,
     but make it look so basic.

Even with my heart racing,
I haven't found one worth
  chasing.
  
My love has no form,
    all my feelings are shapeless.

And I won't go around falling in
love
  with pretty faces.
    So you'll just have to face it!

Roses are red, violence is you,
Your love is bitter sweet, but why do I love you?

Your heart is wild, my heart is tame,
I played my heart, but still love this game.

Envy is purple, sadness is blue,
I desire love, but not someone like you.

I stopped breaking hearts,
hated to see those pieces getting lost.
I won't buy myself love,
and definitely don't know the cost.  

So I'll save my time from any ugly love.

Crying is beauty,
I'm shed into pieces with a head full of thorns
Exposed and torn,
tears of my heart bleed red like a Rose.

From the concrete,
paved in the ways of forefathers
A Rose in the cement. Unlike them, I'm not one belonging to the street.

My tears have shed,
hands blistered and red
I held a thorn in my empty palm,
hoping it still hurts
And as the Rose and I were bleeding,
we both realized our worth.

So we cried, watering down the Earth,
the same home we've known
The home that raised us from the dirt.

I cried for what felt like
forever. Till forever was long gone
But it wasn't a tear from my eyes,
I truly just lost a petal

Sigh.

Your beloved, she calls
How then do you respond?
Your beloved, yearns
How then will you fulfil her?
Your beloved is waiting,
but do you search for her?

In the ocean of people,
she's an island to rest on her shore.
You search for love,
but what have you truly searched for?
Many speak of plenty fish in the sea,
what if your catch is in a lake?
You've searched far beyond corners that don't even exist. Could your beloved be much closer than you think?

She calls for you from her
heart. Do you hear it's beat?
She openly gives her heart
to you. Why child, do you still act as a thief?
She carries calm and structure to
your life. Why do you give her grief?
Her love is a home, a home
of sweet. But you belong to the street.

Till you learn to grow,
only will your love for her show.
Childish antics aren't forever,
but mature love will age with you.

Soon child,
you'll find your beloved when the time is right.

Free space, free myself,
to free my mind
I've got some free time,
and a place we could hide
So leave your skins behind.

Free love,
don't waste your time buying it at that corner store
Free entry into my love,
seeing me exposed. Enter if you're brave enough, I left the key by the door.

*** must be a fire,
burning in it's yearn
A desire unlike any other,
burning underneath your skin
   (Just not in vein)
Under the covers, and the night
Who knew this time comes and came
(Shall we do it again?)

Talk in between the covers,
we have a lot to hide.
Left a piece of distress resting on
the pillowcase.

Your head was heavy as your lungs.
And between the weight of the
world and smoke, I wondered what kept you down.
What broke into your heart, and stole from you?

Nose running, but dry,
trying to mask insecurities.
You must of forgotten your eyes, yearning to cry.
Life bled you dry, and left you empty inside.

I tried to be by your side,
but you chose the night.
To hide away in your fears,
Better you being stuck in them, than them being stuck on you.

What broke you?

Not the world, but yourself.
The world gave you the hammer, telling you to strike.
You couldn't take any more of this living, so you opted to take your life.

But I quickly held you down, and whispered, "it's going to be alright."
A tear shed into pieces,
and with my tender loving kisses I told you, "you don't have to die tonight."

Not unless we're dying as two,
but I'll firstly die for you.

When the song of love plays,
I won't have it on repeat.
When love is in the air,
I'll wear a mask. Don't need to get love sick.
When love tries to brush,
I'll stand my ground, not to get swept off my feet.
When love holds a knife,
it won't steal my heart. I won't entertain a thief.
And when love goes lost,
it won't make me cry or give me grief.

But isn't that what we all say?
Till love does all of those things,
and we fall in love one day.

Yes! Love is definitely strange.

The song of your heart calls
my ears by your chorus.
I've heard the cries of a new litter,
Cries of their mother's milk,
yearning to be heard.

So I've heard a familiar cry of my own
in my soul.
Darling do you hear my love's  
calls and yearns?

Under the glory of the Sun,
we've been burnt to the very hurt.
It hurts to be alone,
never to taste love on the lips.
Instead we've tasted a lust of
power and sin.

O darling where to begin?

From the first stretch of time,
The first depth of love,
the first Man and Woman.

An apple of their eye,
but not of each other.

Serpents will whisper desires in our hearts.
Far it being the desire of one another.
My sights of you seemed to change.  Yet for long I've seen you exposed.

It all went so wrong.

What does the future now hold
for all man kind?
What does the Lord hold
for us in his great plan?

My love, seems to be ferocious.
Towards you, it could go unkind.
Best be wise.
The comparison of my love in your eyes, is much more than it's true size.

More of it lies!

Within my heart,
a battleground like no other.
The scars I've burdened, many I'm scared to show.
A grenade of emotions, counting down five
seconds away till they explode.
What more does it ask me for? A cost of interest I can't ignore.

I'm going round again for another tour!

Words are a weapon, you load with a tongue.
Lips the after fire. A gun powder of words I've spoken.
And I'm hoping my relentless love, won't leave one to be broken.
Love left me with many wounds, a few of which are still open.

Nowadays I'm just coping!

I'll fight for you, as much as you fight for me.
Give my all, as much as you've given all to me.

Don't give up on me!

Love you as much as you love the much of me.
Be all as you want, as the want you are to me.

All that I am is you. All that you are is me.

Till the end of a battle knife,
you've carved a piece of you in my skin.
And to think,
at a time I questioned this all being a dream.

But what is real!?

A war for love asks for blood. We bleed for the one we love.

That's real!

Making love to each other. Two sides coming to make peace out of their conflicts.

That's real!

We've made accords to each other. Two parties coming to terms in the end.

That's real!

We spit fire at each other. Arguing till one admits the other is right.

That's real!

We'll fight for love, and tear a few hearts down.
The smoke all clears. And we hope the result in the end is, true love found.

A true war to love.