Falling quietly into your arms,
still the loudest echo of falling love
Swept of the ground;
as closely to my steady feet, I can't brush off feelings
Or find a reason not place volumes of my pride,
announcing who you are to me
But I often feel as a selfish sinner to say,
"you should belong to me"
And I am like a mirror in your room,
reflecting on your beauty, as the first to see it in the morning,

To be a night-gown that covers you in warmth and comfort,
a resting pillow to the dreams still twined in your hair
And you being a thought resting on my head, of a brain chair;
feeling rude to stare, as you climb into my eye's sight
of your beauty step by step, of your glorious stairs,

Despite you not seeing me, above all those others chasing,
their desires of power they wish they could own, to own you
To enthrone you; those who once sat on their own thrones,
they have polished themselves, for you to sit on top of their heads
I doubt you care; as like a child with someone else to worry
responsibly for their younger's responsibilities,

Still would you ever consider to indulge in me,
with the dews of my eyes and sheering shy smile
I do try and try, till my tired is tired of being tired,
and my spark dies out for the night- lit again by seeing
you another day, and I continue on being fired,

But in the eyes of a looker-on, I'm fried;
spared no sympathy for showing such a simp in me
In the pits of my emotions, falling deeper and deeper,
and I pray in the end that someone would pity me.

The Heaven's curtains fall
The stage set of the world
Formed in words, in the light you see—creations of earth
In a script written in eternal
The fire in your eyes, the passions they burn

In music chords, the song to the world
A hymn in tongues, a voice aloud set in the Heaven's bound
Trumpet sounds, I hear his army amongst the clouds
The stars make the background, the lights of eyes
And the action done in after reading the Word

It was all profound,
Words felt so little to be formed by mouth
On the Heaven's stage, the Earth was set
The scene of His play in the atmosphere
My role in it all—He isn't done yet

You don’t know how to party;

this is the part where you admit that you only love me partly –
and this is why we’re feeling each other with no emotion. And for
the interest of love: you’re a bank that’s hardly open. Some days
you’re such are keeper, other times I’m your secret keeper – so dark,
so deep, the secrets that you keep; telling me how to taste all the
lies on your lips.

Burning me inside; dreaming of your fiery lips – there’s that filth
in driving my thoughts into you; taking ourselves to a gearing fifth.
You and I are both ******* up sometimes, like this world – where
man screws mother nature; treating her like a ****.

And that's why we’re not the love for each other; when the love
we have for one another, comes from a place of where we’re both
still trying to understand who we are to each other.

We forgot the part, where we're supposed to be lovers!

Slippery conversation, just to slide into their DM's;
it's like tiptoeing on a seesaw, balancing the desire to initiate
a flirtatious exchange while maintaining a careful distance.
And yet, there's an itch of curiosity in our fingertips, wondering
if their summer eyes hold the warmth that can melt away our
winter hearts. It's that morning look they give, an invitation to
dance in the sun-kissed moments that follow the sunrise.

Calling me like I owe you something, as if the world were a
collection of IOUs waiting to be redeemed. It's as if you're calling
in favors in an attempt to earn love, unaware that love cannot be
bought or borrowed. Love is a delicate, genuine connection that
isn't measured by material debts, but by the authenticity of
emotions shared.

There's a certain beauty in the sight of lovers holding onto each
other till the end, their love intertwining like the perfect fit of a glove.
It's in those moments of subtle touches and gentle caresses that we witness the power of love's embrace. It's a symbol of unity
and tenderness, reminding us that love, at its core, is about
supporting and cherishing one another.

To truly embrace life and love, we must find our groove, our
own unique rhythm that resonates with our soul. It's in this
harmony that we experience the true essence of being free, like
the wind blowing through our hair with untamed bliss.
Time, like an ephemeral gust, sweeps past us, reminding us that it
treats us all equally. So let us seize the precious moments,
cherishing every second as a gift to be treasured.

A master calls on an international call,
as your visa card declined; no more flying in all your love dreams
Using a MasterCard to pay for smiles; but your smiles are fairy tale,
with all those Cinderella moments of wanting to go to a ball
Go out in the world, and have your heart stolen by a Robin hood,
for you once had a rich worth, but love treated you in poor tastes
And you never found the right steps to fall in love again,—never
fitting into that glass shoe

You were a snow white in pieces,
with a dress stained in blood; not as pure as before
Your prince charming left you in creases
pressed on you—as not all first impressions are like
that waking kiss. It’s often best to remain sleeping

As human instinct holds onto a past with a hand of hook,
we’re pirating on old joys. I love to recall the honeymoon period of
relationships. When the honey was still sweet, and sweet nothings
blocked my ears from all the buzzing bees.
I enjoyed that type of love, where we’d communicate constantly,
and speak to each other across a room, with just a look

My only want, is to love someone not for their value
in my life, but what value they have for themselves
And not on the ways they’d  show me a beautiful appearance
only in secret, — I won’t love you in secret!
Let down your hair, so I can climb the towers of your thoughts,
my only Rapunzel; it’s only for me to play with your hair
And firstly loving you as a friend, before I ever made you a wife
I’d cherish the treasures of your eyes, the gold hidden in a sight,
never buried from the world, — I won’t love you in secret

As love is fairy tale; only for the few to author
a better conclusion

Narrating their values, fears, and boundaries,
and in this composition of expectations,
least expect that happily ever after final kiss

Cos love is a risk, an untameable beast
that takes less of those outward appearances,
and rather what you’re willing to put in

      ...XOXO, choose and make out how you want the story to go.

The moon and the stars are awake early tonight, singing a rather familiar song to me,
Where is the sun, probably playing hide and seek behind the mountain tops. That we all can see.
So let's dance around the Heaven's night skies well we all still young,
Before the sun comes around to bring another day and more age, before we lose all this time of fun.

Better tell the moon and the stars to sing it once again,
We'll all be singing together in Heaven one day, I just don't know when.

You count the stars, I'll kiss the moon,
you lose the time, I'll pray right now, till we both gazing at sunlight's noon.
Then you count the stars some more I'll wish my moon a goodnight,
We'll both lose the time but let's pray about it for a little while, I know we'll be quite alright.

And you better be telling the moon and the stars to sing it once again,
Because we'll all be singing together in Heaven one day, I just don't know when.

While we wait for that day, I'll light up the skies with this one match stick at hand,
you pick your star, I'll light the flame and we'll fill the skies more than ocean's sand.
Dance around the moon a couple of times, till the sun comes out,
till we grow so tired, till our feet, they ache, till the Sun knows what we all about.
From Sunday to another Sunday, we'll do circles around the moon and the stars, till the Heaven's would feel like joining us,
Then we'll dance some more and some more again, till all our time has come to pass.

Till we all telling the moon and the stars to sing it once again,
Because we'll all be singing together in Heaven one day, for our Father God knows the time, he surely knows when.

And time may chase us down from far behind, but we'll be too far ahead, And we may have one night to do this all, but I would rather do this a thousand times instead .
So I'll enjoy it all, all that it is,
And we'll be dancing in the moon's and star's tune, so come now, everybody please.

Tell the moon and stars once again to sing that song,
We'll all have a party in Heaven,
We'll all be moons and stars,
We'll all have a go to sing along.

Till all our earthly time is done, when our bodies have turned to dust,
The Heaven's skies will sing, so in these few moments, we'll make our moment last.

Screen testing, screen testing – I start my days wondering how I’m
supposed to play the role to my life. I have a TV screen for my past,
to better watch my back. Most days I’m too caught up on channelling
my fears, for whatever reward I believe – they'll never pay me back;
they're just all looking for payback.

My overthinking sometimes, works overtime – trying to be a good
figure; putting words into action, to be an action figure. How would
you figure, that out of the bunch of men, you could stand out of the
rest?

And wouldn’t it be funny if the woman of my dreams told me, "you
need to rest" – only taking her advice, if she's the better dream out of
the rest.

For not all men can swallow their pride; others survived gallons –
but in short, a man would do it for the right gal. You tell him, "you'll
never get that girl," his pride starts to see a challenge. A greater pride,
chases tale to make it a talent – that man seems challenged!

Every day is a just balance of challenge – wealth we scavenge, our
dreams live as memory stores; we store up what we value the most.
We look at tomorrow for what's in store; born out of love just for most
of us to go and create war.

Speaking highly of yourself, often speaking down on someone else–
speaking life into a child's life, speaking ill on them when you grow
so sick of them. In the end, we are just words.

Today I woke up feeling quite fulfilled today
...haha, yeah right.
But let's pretend I was a glass of water in the eyes of an optimistic,— I'd be half full, right?
Still if I ever said that enough times in this negative world, they'd all say I'm always so full of myself, right?

She told me I should save my penny thoughts,
but I told her I'm not changing over.
Because in full disclosure,
I'd like to think I'm learning more
getting older,
So save your pennys trying to buy my worth,
I'm worth more than the money you owe me.

Isn't that beautiful,
I like to try and beat my heart,
beat out the cause,
But I'm only beating myself as usual.

I'm clueless to a lot of things,
a hint of me gets lost in dreams.
I often sink from thinking deep,
can barely breathe.
So save me please,
before I end up another sinking ship.

Cause I'm like an act,
I might play your heart and mind,
Even when I seem relaxed,
I'm more unexpected than a surprise.
So you best be wise.

Beware of me!

Tending fruit of what we leave behind,
roots break walls we build.
Hope grows heavy,
then it falls—
like Jericho.

Once there was glory,
then the world swallowed it whole.
I am not cursed,
but every apple I’ve bitten
tastes of the core.

Where there is money,
there is love—
and the root of all evil,
sweet poison.

I watch the lives of others,
dreams they wear like fine garments.
We chase illusions,
so gladly,
so foolishly—
to end up full on nothing.

Trust me, and know me whole:
I’ve floated on white lines,
pretending innocence
with powdered breath.

Say goodbye too many times,
and I won’t answer the last one.
This is my sonnet—
the count of the fallen man.
All men have fallen.

And when the call reaches your heart,
what cost does love demand?
It speaks in voices tender, cruel—
the sound of devotion
from a wicked heart.

All men have fallen.
All men have fallen.

The price of a critically known, costs me being
secretly alone. Torn in all of the successes,
and what it took on all the stages I now perform.
Oh where is my soul, where is my soul?

Children of a whole lot of broken homes,
too broke for the things they can't afford.
I just wanted to buy things I could hold,
a little successful wealth to call my own.
Oh where is my soul, where is my soul?

A crying voice in a cheerful poem,
a choking **** disguised as a rose.
In my heart—all cracks and holes,
and I hope you don't see into it, to question it's morals.
I'm a thousand hurts, in a few hundred acclaimed poems.
Oh where is my soul, where is my soul?

A desire to love; desired to have been loved,
to an open hand joy, not trapped in a glove.
Not laughing at myself, as being less than enough,
feeding on my pleasures, and but still to starve.
I have no place for my heart—but just the scars pus.
Oh where is my soul, where is my soul?

Really I don't know!

A wish of,
more time to have said this.
And in perfect worlds,
time travel is an impossibility long solved.

But as is the case,
you say a thousand more words.
Still in time,
they'd have to meet their fate.
Even with all the time in the world,
feels like you've never said enough
At their very last breath.

The harsh truth of time
which taught us this.

Accept things as they are,
appreciate what was before.
Always the clock moving forward,
Such the lesson
And with time,
comes the acceptance.

There’s a prayer with a sigh—
a breath let out like scripture,
written in stone, signed by a former lover.

Would you ignore every sign,
just to chase the shape of a feeling?
In over your head, thinking you’re
heading in the right direction—
when even the stars have stopped pointing.

A little too forceful, a little too often,
repeating the same mistake like it’s part
of the ritual— a pattern etched in skin,
but called love, to make it sting less.

But maybe… it’s the measure that matters most—
how the repetition finally taught you to become
your own ruler. Not of someone else’s heart,
but of your own.

And so... Our eyes swim in
all of their tears.
Drowning in-
     sorrows, and many regrets.

As shall I... Weep in happiness, and
formally my despairs
Weeping joyously-
  as to have conquered fears

But many, shall be my tears.

Holes in my shoes; I did trod:
I feel so worn out of the distance,
In this journey of life so long:

Often I laugh at once,
Cry myself to sleep twice in a day:
As tears are a language-
Speaking it in signs;
But only a few can understand:

My soul erodes,
From all that I have to bare;
Still from God, I got my equal share.

Tears slip down my face like rain,
My eyes the wettest they've ever been.
Only in the night do they find release,
Aching with pain that will not cease.

But in the darkness, the moon appears,
A comforting presence to calm my fears.
It shines a light on my troubled soul,
And reminds me that I am whole.

Within my mind, a house does stand,
A place of wonder, a dreamland.
Imagination runs wild and free,
A world of endless possibility.

My heart is not a heart at all,
But a forest, both big and small.
Seeds of passion grow and thrive,
But weeds of wickedness do strive.

And in my soul, a fire burns bright,
A beacon of warmth in the night.
But a devil lurks, waiting to pounce,
To extinguish the flames, to denounce.

Feeling lost, bit confused
Feeling broken and abused.
Looking up to his face,
Been losing hope. Really that's a plea to my very case.

Walk in my shoes you'll feel a couple fears
Dry out my eyes and count a few tears.
Alas sometimes I feel so much pain and regret
Still as You be to pick me up and tell me I'm not down yet.

Cause, over many years I would have felt like a searching man now lost
Came upon He who wiped my slate. A price for my life, you paid the cost.

The very times I may feel myself to be down and alone
No-one near or closer to ring a lonely heart on the screen of his phone.
But You, who dialed on me to check up on my broken state
A Daily Bread to I, always You to fill this plate.

Still, it's so hard too be as you are
As such a world would tear I apart. And with such a blade left I with a scar.

Be there many voices inside of my cloudy head
I'd rather listen to you alone just for my very sake instead.
Gave life as such to my soul. Here be I not feeling so dead
All mornings of mine Blessed till the end of Day. I awoke once more again from Grace given by such of You from the sheets beneath my Bed.

Cause all you would of done is show the terrible man such Mercy
Even more when enemies speak down on me. All their words as weapons to curse me.
Still as you are, could be all needed
My help and salvation from a time to a time again. Love of yours was not of such I would bend knee and pleaded.

For over such Mountains and Deep into many a Sea
Many things of this world in the way, still Love of you could search through all to find me.

And all for this I could only say is, Thank you.

Hourglass figures; individuals who invest countless hours crafting
a glass figure. When life tosses you around, you’re bound to shatter –
so meagre!

You repugnant creature, crumbling and oozing into this vessel, as
the grains of sand cascade within all the time you thought your
beauty had bought. You gaze at it, chasing the dazzling glow of
notoriety, unaware that such brilliance will gnaw away at your very
bones, leaving you broken and cold.

Within the heart of every renowned star lies a tumultuous inferno,
a labyrinth of madness that serves as your ultimate reward.

A life of complicated people,
the words & actions of them, so **** lethal!
But for me, I choose to be peaceful.
I know we're not the same,
but shall I treat you all as equals?

The hand, could do the heart's job
    Still a blind man's work,
  Would toil him to his death.

   All of his dues are robbed;
    A job always awaits him
   But to one who can't see,
How do they count their failings?

Who can run from responsibility,
    feet counting their steps?
Counting all; the amounts of it's due
      For debts to be soon met.

          Play it safe may open one,
   To be safely tucked away in graves.
         They seem to be a waste?

             But open your eyes,
             And be wide awake.

There's a party I'd like for you all to attend,
partly- to spill yourself over; it's all in my head
And I'm so in over my head, like the thoughts
of getting to the top, with a sprinkle of fame
A bit of extra money toppings, and not being deserted
once they forget your name

Fill up a couple of balloons with oxygen to speak your dreams,
out of breath by the tenth one; saying things in haste
Everything blows away in the wind,
when you eventually lose all of your breath
I could be a bit depressed, but I'll move on from the feeling,
so anyways  I do digress...

Pour out a line of drinks in that chlorine smell,
compare them to the pools of tears I drowned myself in
I had a stroke of ideas, with the chest to commit to them all,
a bit of breaststroke, and I'm still learning how to swim

There's a couple of snacks and snakes,
one to bite into and to bite back
Have a bit of a hiss after every person you kiss,
tell a sweet lie in between pretty lips
And tell them you had a good time, with a bit
of awkward thanks

Play some music, and tune into your negative emotions,
motivate yourself with someone else's motivating quotes
And to quote, "Just one small positive thought
in the morning can change your whole day.”- Dalai lama
I wonder what thought of quote I have at night,
once it's the end of that day

It's always so loud,
especially it all being a party in my head!

I don't mean to embarrass
While all the good times has Us..
I know this night could probably grow jealous..
Drinking with the girls tonight, while I hang with the fellas.

You were caught by my eye
No words when you passed by
Failed that much to say a word, failed that much to say HI.

I was stuck right on you
While the night lights were on,
Your face repeated to me a favourite song

Walk up your walk to say this much, but I just made a confession..

I don't understand how I can stay by myself
Not wasting my time for something else
Spending my hours all on your health
With the little money of both wealth.

But if we fall down, then we can fall down together
They'll see me as a fool in love, they'll never see me clever.
If we fall down then let's fall down together
They'll say we'll never last that long, but we'll do this till forever.

I don't mean to embarrass
But I'm feeling quite polite to your manners
We just here for a good time, will you gladly have us
It's just me and the fellas.

But I just don't want to embarrass.

All that I have, isn't all that
the world let's me give
And all that I hope to do
won't be for everyone to believe
But out of the overflow of my
love, I know I'll always have a
lot to give.

Tranquillity and wealth; boundless treasures can feel almost
like a torment—a magnificent chandelier in the heavens
merely flickers like a cluster of torches.

Triumphs and setbacks; would the spotlight still shine on
those who remain oblivious to your struggles?

What is the definition of one man's sanity
In a hope of finding something clear in his clarity
And yet to be a custom to something of not
Tying the endless lopes of a never ending knot.

Often there's a lot of things in life I can't really handle,
Burnt out like an old waxy candle.

Asking myself where you place your own loyalty at
Be it the love, girls, money or fame, tell me where your own clarity at.
If this be the last days on this Earth what would you have done
Who or what would be the last you hold in your arm till it all became to none.

And what would be the point at a cutting's edge.
Where would falling man hang by the close peeks of the ledge.
What close cards are you holding to the dealt hand
What's the fallen tears you're hiding in the Ocean's sand.

Often so in life there's days I could be feeling so rich
Yet old days I feel drowned out in an empty ditch.

Buying fake love yet for the moment feels so easy to get
But my mistake would be for taking it all as real. Placed my heart out there amongst the playing set.

But I couldn't bare to be alone,
Living in a big house all on my own,
Have no close friends call me on the phone,
Blowing birthday candles, eating my ice cream in an empty cone.

I just wouldn't want to be alone.

Sometimes though I could drive myself to be paranoid
Working the hardest of days on my heart but never be employed.

I'd hate to think that I ain't at people's level or in their atmosphere,
Or to think that I could be all that's left coming out of the Earth's rear.

This could be an endless Black Paranoia.

The sky is falling—
ashes in slow motion,
  raining smoke laced with doubt.
I’m trying to figure things out – trapped inside
   of my mind, trying to map a way out.
Time wears you down like a borrowed face.
Money races laps around your mind—
  and we’re all so deeply
    invested in the chase.

I think locomotive thoughts—
   every train of thought heavier than the last—
but somehow, I keep losing track of time.
But what is time,
  if not something that’s never mine?
We spend every second like a dime—
  but not every moment
    is worth the time.

I dress up for someone else’s moment,
tailor my soul to suit their life—
wearing joy like it’s rented, hoping the fit feels right.
Every mistake I remember from yesterday
  becomes a brushstroke in the picture I paint today—
a portrait of someone better
  hanging up in my frame of mind.

And maybe, just maybe,
there lies the real way
to fit in.

I. Ignition (1st Gear)
We built this bond with bolts and wires,
not warmth. Call it a connection— but it
was code, calibrated smiles and pre-programmed
concern. You turned the key, and I came alive
Just long enough to move when you needed motion.
____________

II. Drive (2nd Gear)
We were just motorheads, revving louder than we felt.
Not riders—just parts in motion. Fueling the ride,
but never the journey. You drove me— not toward a
future, but to the edge, where metal meets rust, where
trust wears thin. Your “drive” was reserved for those
who mapped your ending in their eyes— those who
promised arrival, but never shared the breakdowns.
____________

III. End (3rd Gear)
But not everyone is there for the real ride.
Only a few stayed when the wheels locked
and the road curved off course. So if this message
reaches you— the ones who truly cared— know this:
you weren’t just passengers. You were the engine.

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?

An X on all of your thoughts,
knowing full well he still crosses your mind.
And I'm really just parked outside,
waiting quietly in your friendzone.

Given my intentions and ideas,
aren't as big as my fears
I'd hate to be the very next one
to fill your eyes with more tears.

Waiting patiently,
being the shoulder to cry on
The one you rely on,
and being there so emotionally.

As is this place, the one I'm at.
I tell you to breathe,
you tell me to relax.
Pretty sure I've done more than that,
in the friendzone right from the very past.
Meaning I'll never ride shotgun in your life,
so I'll just be chilling in the back.

"We're just two friends"
The pain of which never ends.

Under these words – under pressure;
a reflective gaze cast on restless skies, days
becoming mirrors to us all — shining back
fragments we try to ignore.

Thoughts over water, drowning away in
myself — no lifeboat in sight, just ripples
of casual doubts, and this casual self that suits
the occasion of standing on business — as if
duty could silence the tide within.

Later rehearsals play out in the theatre of trials —
where life keeps testing, and those falling in love
in public become gossip in the rain.
Soft, but heard. Brief, but echoing.

Give us a little space; space exists to be used —
lest we start to feel abused by presence that
doesn’t pause to respect the silence.

There’s always a clue to finding yourself —
often tucked inside those who build you up,
brick by spoken brick — sticking to your side,
a friendship made of genuine glue.

And its occupants; are the ones who don’t
overstay their worth, who know how to shape
time into a home away from home.
Not permanent, but warm. Not perfect, but safe.

To share tears like rivers drawing in and from
one another —currents of grief and grace,
there are gifts in that flow. So appreciate those
in your life who’ve been so current —both
present and moving, flowing with you instead
of watching you sink.

Or be it so- I was lost in your eyes grand gardens
taking done a couple fieldnotes; be it a couple ideas
of me imagining ourselves as couple of old love notes

Being cherished love letters, timeless and tender
under the glow of city lights, even when your lips
appear slightly troubled, envious of the brilliance that
surrounds you

I’ve come to take note of my love phases, needing to
be rephrased- finding a new means of expressing my
feelings to someone so new in my life

Sweetheart, let your heart be an open book, and I will
be the unique tale that unfolds just for you, revealing
every chapter of my essence.

Learning on how to pray—kids without suits or ties
Trying to make tradeoffs for mercy, with our
little pocket change for tithes

"I need to change" I say on the Sunday
"don't forget about that sermon," by Monday
trying to keep my weight all on the Tuesday

Forgetful as always on Wednesday
thirsty in my spirit and my flesh by Thursday
planning out how to sin on the highs of Friday
my throat is too dry for asking for forgiveness by
the end of Saturday

So glad to make it back again to another Sunday

To love to be loved
letting being known that I'm only trying
Still don't know how much time I have
to fill up one of my cups
Still being charmed by these scars
still chasing the rush, like a dog chasing cars

And still it's not over until you've said it's over
posing questions- am I still worthy
and not just a poser

Yes, I am still worthy, in the openness of
my faith; my God that calls me closer
Here's the closer, the curtains soon fall
towards the end. A never-ending endeavour,
we live in a world only to last a moment
And in heaven we'll be golden forever, and
ever, Amen.

Two wild tales to tell — there are two stray dogs chasing
pedestrians again. That’s the story they’re telling the authorities.
Meanwhile, on a sunnier day, a ledger’s pages yellow daily —
all outlasting the smoke of all the fires you swore were for your
own good. Cigarette-stained fingers; noir pages of a crime scene
unnoticed — that’s what it feels like, loving someone who’s
stopped seeing you as their focus. Funny, isn’t it? They stole
your heart but make you feel like a thief, for stealing all of their
time. They claimed they needed space, but weren’t they the ones
who first called you, their star?

The mirror in your bathroom is cracked; you can’t wash
it with your tears. But hasn’t the bathwater been quietly
counting them all?
____________

Now, there’s finance to be contemplated — those complicated
relationships, where compromise is contemplated, but then
quietly makes things complicated. But let someone hand me
a sans discussion —they’ll only subtract the font of my love
language, erasing the letters of my love before I’ve spelt them
out. To say we don’t talk like we used to. But truthfully?
We never spoke that deeply at all. As a lot of people still
drown in their shallow thoughts.

Do as you thrive,
-Oops,
I must of seen the temptation in your eyes,
While catching a bit of summer in your smile
****, never thought it could be much brighter
Inside;- still for a while, I'll give it all a second chance,
Having you for seconds, in time and a meal of love
Still I'll put you first, grinding my gears in my mind
I'm always a better takeoff in second

-Wait, wait,
Don't you ever rush me to say, "I love you"
That's a bit of a touchy subject, for someone who hasn't
Been touched in a while. But it's good of you, to touch
Me on my left side, which is the right side for an honest smile

Honestly,
I'm not looking to be your next guy, the other guy, the new guy,
Or even at least YOUR guy,- just call me a friend, for being perfect
Friends at the start; give me some time to get a little close to you
I'm still opening up my heart

I've somewhat been a fool,
as it always seemed foolish to be in love
But still if I could never get enough
of falling another day in love with you,
—I'd proudly be so full of myself.

Father God,

Shedding light on the matter—the stillness in being in
your presence, is faith to move still mountains.
Let my flesh not be aroused into all manners of the world.
But as I seek new compassion in the romance of reading your
Word—speak through me as your living poem.

Let man behold the promises of you, set in my destiny's
stone. And lead me onto that road; Lord set me straight on the
righteous path you send me to go.

Discipline my heart of it's wickedness, aligning my spirit to
the chords of your love. I'll be your song—a melody symphony
of the Son making a new dawn.

Burn my lips of their scorn, and rest the words of blessing on
my tongue. Let my hands not work to work a way into Heaven.
But let my labour be genuine, my first fruits yours, and always
be thankful of the strength you gave to do all.

And as I lay my head, may my dreams be as sweet as your love.
My dreams also bright as the stars, and that my day's successes
be as righteous as you are. I praise you as the first, and as the last.
Guide my future, teach me in present, and forgive me of sins past.

I bring forth to you this day, and thank you of it whether good,
bad or moderate.

In Jesus name,

Amen.

Sometimes I'd cheat on myself just to get the feel,
Pinch myself if I'm dreaming to feel what's real.

And I can't deny
How often I'd fall quick to lie.
Still I try the best to move past that. I do try.

While acting camera shy
Behind the lens I'll often cry
I can't deny.

While the days will wait on my arrival,
They'll wait that long enough it's best to idle.
For I spent most time designing myself by vinyl.

By then pinch me if I'm dreaming that often. But I'll pray never to wake.
For the Lord's sake
Add more flavor to my self raising Heart to then bake.

Pinch me then
If the first pinches aren't working that much. We're probably by ten.
Still I'll pray never to wake by then.

I'll ignore the hurt,
Pray for wakeness to be foreign to me.
By then
We'll be at this course of this dream  once again.
Try me that much and I'll show you what's the True worth.

Not every people are your people —
but in that same breath, everybody needs you.
Going round the city, and round the clock,
where times are always hard, like the past
we keep wearing; all the ones we hang up.
As someone called me, and I answered
quickly, frequently, honestly; just to hang up.

Funny how that’s what we do with people too.

Fingers of strangers scrubbing their own
dishes, while dishing out cold remarks —
serving my character as tonight’s leftover dinner.
And still, I stay on their minds without an address,
resting in dreams without a mattress; in the scripts
they write, I’m some recurring actor or actress —
But I don’t have the stamina to be running through
someone else’s head for free; dressing for their occasion
while my self-worth turns into something old fashioned.

And the idea of pushing a lawnmower over grass
that’s not mine, just to keep the image they clipped
of me, cut and well-trimmed - cuts me short of worth.

I’m always cut short for time, by that very blade.
Could it be a blade of grass or time itself?
Either way, it leaves another scent in the air —
the smell of success I’m still chasing.

Not every people are your people —
there are some paths, you won’t walk.
And some eyes, you won’t meet.
And some connections? You just hang up.

Our lives are made by the corner;
there's a few ballsy ones with ***** intentions
And I tell all of those kids to wipe the dust
off their nuts, and stop doing too much

I’m unravelling, caught in the whirlwind of my thoughts; and if
I take my last breath; I’ll seal it with a prayer. I’d ponder,
“Where have you wandered, where have you fled— was that a
thinking cap or merely a shattered crown?” Seeking sanctuary
for my restless mind, as we all drift gently away from all the
burden of days

Drawing the curtains, teetering on the brink, weighing down
under the weight of endless days; I’m a heart-shaped fortress,
striving to guard love, yet I loathe it when some of it finds
a way to escape.  

I would grow weary of clinging tightly if my grasp was the
sole reason for their turmoil. They’ll entomb your tale within the
verses, preserving the melody. It’s a heart-wrenching feeling,
striving to hold onto those, we’ve lost. In the quest for what
remains elusive, we often lose our way in love. Yet, may God
grant them the resilience to continue holding on.

These are all of the wrong things we shouldn't
do- like two people stuck in the back room,
Still kissing as kids in the back of a classroom;
the lessons I had chalked down in my mind
Maybe we were a bit too bored,
in a morbid dream, of the subjects of life we'd ignore
As I saved up my battery life on being any more
social; in between naughty late night texts
And saving up a little extra money to make a late night call,

"Maybe if I got a good job, I could afford a girl,"
a usual statement I had long before
Though nowadays I can't afford any more time,
to work up the nerve to talk to girls at all
But it's a bit of a lie, when you hang out with the guys,
making fools of selves; filling up the time of a long night
-Those morning after' start to fill empty,
trying to swallow down a few words like a necessary pill
It all starts to feel like those daily supplements
fussing about all those other things everyone fusses about,

I started to feel like the empty space above this line,
blanking out with that pretty smile in my eyes
Hoping they at least seen some of the charm I had,
while looking so intimidating, when I had nothing better to say,
The awkward type of thinking how I could have kissed someone
a little more better than I did yesterday,

A beginners luck kind of life; waiting for it to be your last,
as I think to myself, reminding myself, rewinding myself
back to those days, of chasing hypes in the highs of youth
-****, I can't pretend that I never enjoyed such a rush.

Vultures fill my skies, preying on me.
Don't pray patience, already have enough of that.
Behind the disguise of the vultures in my skies, I'm only seeing black.

Preying birds while I don't pray much for mercy.
Having the weight of the world on my shoulders. Don't wait along for me.

For right now I face against myself and the many demons trying to hurt me.

And we both take to this heart of mine as work of art,
No wonder why we both prey for it's prize.
But to us both we're on fallen grounds, both hoping to rise.

Preying thoughts while praying on Love to rescue me.
Vultures in the air tonight. Wasn't it already dark enough.

But I hope no man to follow in these footsteps, better yet don't follow me.
Not looking for the pain inside of me to be the honesty of my mind, just looking out for Love.

So don't prey on me.

Stuck in the places'
Stuck in all of the memories,
Memos or diaries, making a mental note
To a metal heart of steel you somehow stole

And maybe I would like to see it all
A perfect view of you; by this naked eye
Of your most vulnerable parts
The box, the pillows and haunch,
Buried in, resting peacefully with all I've carried for the day,
All of which is now left behind

What limits us to the night
But just time running another marathon on the clock?
The running sweat of an out of breath experience,
My thoughts tied with yours, and tightened by these feelings

Triple D's,

Die for feeling so alive in you
Dye my past experiences in the colours of our skin's touch
Dining on you like my very last.

                      ALL SO NECCESARRY, AND A MUST

A.. a nation of great, surely this is our land.
Amongst us all is it's people, all many jewels of different colour and brand.

F... fought for this very freedom we bare today, that we got from fighting so long and hard.
Many chained and shackled, many fallen heroes, many more of them still bared.

R... righteous shall a nation like us stand through the test of time,
Hold dearly to yourself this land of many colours, aged to perfection like a glass of the best tasting wine.

I... in darkness we have fallen so many times, losing the worth of our very jewels.
Faced by the very controls of this man, all their policies and all the government rules.

C.. can we not stand strong together my brothers and sisters, stand strong and block out all our enemies as a great nations wall.
The world at many times may try to tear us down, but my dear Africa shall we not walk tall.

A... and as the days may pass a thousand times,
Yes we may lose many people, many lives but don't get caught up in all the lies.

For this is your home, were your mother feeds your mouth for your stomach to be so full.
So do not seek another hand to try feed you and take her place , don't play the other fool.

Speak proud of your nation, bless it well with your words,
For many spoils follow us, so many hopes and dreams flying in our airs like our beautiful birds

So my dear jewels of her Nation Great Africa,
May this Africa day be always the best.
Speak well of your nation, for you were born to be her people and surely not part of the rest.

This is, Our Africa

Walking down the aisles of fear –
a thousand miles paved in soft-spoken panic,
a cart full of dreams, half on sale, half returned.
And on other days, I crash like a kart – cornered,
spinning, never quite finishing the lap.
Tell me: what's the missing piece to a scar?
The echo that completes the pain, or the piece
of you still aching to be whole?

Some days feel like broken piano strings –
and not every key fits success, as the minor
hopes can also become our major regrets.
And still, you stay – a melody trapped in place,
living to dream. Yet if that lullaby won’t rest
your mind, find another song to sing.
One that knows your name.

Grinding your smiles, stained with bitter coffee –
as brewed remarks sip back at you. You try to hold
a strong stance in the night, but don’t live for one-night
stands with your own worth. We are all skin and sand –
grains of the past clinging to the present, footsteps
washing away even as we walk forward.