I… was a dreamer trapped in a haunting nightmare,
a paradox of hope and despair; drying out these tears
with pieces of nothing – don’t fare so well crying in public.


These eyes are the window, to all unspoken fears,
cloaked in silence.


I… am a war between two formidable forces of always
wanting to embrace the world with love, and also the
fear of rejection that longs to keep me so vaguely isolated.

Stuck in this place, to stay and acknowledge,
all the time buried beneath the grains of time...

Yet another dug up watch with these bare hands –
I could have buried so many hatchets, only if I never
hesitated burying the prior ones time and time again.

“I miss you,”
And that’s the fact I hate the most- aggrieved
By every memory of us, every grain of our love
Even if it was for a short while, cos for a short while,
I felt so happy to experience love again, to smile
Because someone made me smile, to laugh with
Someone in private, even if its for the silliest of things

                                                                                                    “I miss you,”
                                   And that’s the fact I hate the most- and it’s in such
                               an uncomfortable experience, that the mind tends to
                                 wonder in all its what if’s— but more so, I question
                            myself of whether I was the one more in love than the
                                                                                   both of us combined…

                                                    “I miss you,”
                           And that’s the fact I’ll always hate the most.

Equal much as strangers,
who wish they hadn't met
Minus the tension between us,
in addition to what is.
The love that made us,
higher above than what appears.

Multiplying in population,
divided by popularity
The power to change the equation,
is valuing everyone as a whole.

As a human race
we need to slow down
We're often too busy racing.
Can't rub away what we are,
neither man was born an eraser.

Blind figures, statue representative of
a forwarding thought. Ahead of myself,—
decisions, decisions, decisions, decisions.
Too many of which, walk along the path of life.

To see as much, is seeing through the dark for
a hint of light. A sense of life; in dead still waters;
running deep of a depthful mind.

It's pen *******; is of words cutting deep,
a favourable piece, seemingly rightmove as I write.  

A sight for words, breathless at times.
Annoyingly simple, but overly complicated to piece
together the masterpiece of imagination.

So as I looked up to a night sky, it filled
my head's constellations of lining routes to thoughts.
In the end—a head full of trillions of stars.

           My ideas could be bright.

Richness of a Heart to the sadness of a Wallet.
Thus not much money to spend, but a Heart not hidden in a closet.

Richness of a Heart while a Wallet tells a tale.
Thus not much money to buy with, yet this Heart not for sale.

Oh me, sometimes wishing for a silver dime
Just to pass the time.
Buying on the many things I wish to be calling them mine.
Still with a rich enough Heart I'm pretty sure I'll be doing more than fine.

Thus it being
Of the fact of the less money I tend not to be seeing
But still having a beating Heart means I'm still human who can do the bleeding.
So let not my empty wallet be so misleading
Look carefully at my words speaking
If you're truly reading.

Richness of a Heart next to an empty Wallet
But I'm okay with that if I'm being quite honest.

Your love lit my eyes
a burning forest every time you leave
A bullet in my chest—every time I beat,
I bleed
Reminiscing on a stolen kiss, that which
I never got. I write about love out love,
while in love listening to every break up song

Building myself to fall in love
soon to be a crush tearing me down
Losing myself searching for you
hating myself to have love for you
killing myself to bring up the life in you
I can't stop just falling in love with you

Your smile trapped my eyes
watching a pretty devil telling a lie
I listened intentively, listing all of the best
replies
Stuck on all imperfect moments; that seemed
to be a lot. I write about love out love,
while in love listening to every break up song

Building myself to fall in love
soon to be a crush tearing me down
Losing myself searching for you
hating myself to have love for you
killing myself to bring up the life in you
I can't stop just falling in love with you

Your story told me your worth
still young, belonging all to the world
Storing gladness in a shallow pocket; a past
to hold
Fixed on your picture; cropping your memory
out. I write about love out love,
while in love listening to every break up song

Building myself to fall in love
soon to be a crush tearing me down
Losing myself searching for you
hating myself to have love for you
killing myself to bring up the life in you
I can't stop just falling in love with you

I want to fall out of me always falling in love.

"It's not much,
but it's the heart I gave to you with my love"

As the chandelier hanging in my chest,
is a decorative display of bravery
And I hope none of my fears swing on it,
making everything fall down to the ground

If I'm drowning in denial,
Lord please help me, I can't swim.
If I fall asleep, letting all go dark,
please don't let my dreams go dim.

Let my height of awareness,
be high enough, far above.
Till I'm breathless,
maybe not, perhaps sort of.
The top always seems so far,
if so, let my successes be endless.  

On my knees,
hanging my head.
Eyes shut to be blind,
I ask of all this, in your mighty name,

Amen.

Bring me up to my knees; as an intimate relationship
to a spirit's hymn, where the melodies intertwine with the
deepest desires of my soul and create a symphony
of divine connection.

As the colours of diamond eyes have witnessed my journey,
recognizing the sparkle of my worthiness as
I seek the constant reassurance of your promised presence.
As I wander through the corridors of my thoughts, I stumble
upon the resonating echoes of your blessings, reminding me
of the blessings bestowed upon me.

In stillness, I find solace, like a river resting in its bed,
emitting purity and pouring out serenity into the world
around me. May my feet be firmly cemented on the path of
faith, anchored in the belief that every step I take is guided
by a higher power.

Like the eyes of a lover gazing upon their very first love,
may my love be forever reminiscent of that initial spark,
a flame that is always hungry for more, constantly craving
deeper connections and experiences in this abundant universe.

And so, with unwavering determination, I move forward into
the calling of the creator, embracing the unknown with open
arms and trusting that every step I take will lead me closer
to fulfilling my purpose.

The recklessness of a fresh romance- I've discovered my heart,
yet my mind slips away at times. It’s drifting like whispers
in the air- to such feelings always so deep; a delve into
my heart's desires. But a mind wandering sporadically,
lost in this enigma of passion.

Head over heels for you- I’ve been swept off my feet,
without a grounding force of reason. These are the
auditions of an excitement that comes with nurturing
a budding relationship.

                          Exciting much?

On a dark and stormy night,
I was born out of a place without any lights
A nurse and doctor looked at me less
More than they'd expect a child to fix a world—yet being a mess
The clouds were heavy, heaven was empty
And I tricked myself that it was because the Lord had sent me
An angel was with me, but still with a devil within me
Question of sin by a seed, growing like a black willow tree
I was born a writer; with no right to be inspiring
In spite of things, my desire is to speak all the right things

To say you'd stack your success in columns
Sort of feels common; knowledge to mind
All your steps, like you have mind powers
Less successful in the things I did, all uneventful
Quite dreadful, of a sucky life with a hint of menthol
These opinions put over my head all affect my mental
Deep pressed, feeling the pressures of always being depressed
So hard to wear your heart on sleeves, when you wear a vest

With this self opposition, and man's superiority competition
Sometimes forgetting you're Christian, and it's composition
With all the respect for all our women, their first time christen
And with the guidance of someone else's wisdom
To avoid all those mistakes, and repetition

Who else do I need to show respect, for respect back
For being young comes with baggage your adult self will
have to unpack. Getting kicked in your past,
For wanting to kickback and relax;
As you've never completed a difficult task
That an adult never had the time to ask or surpass

That was my childhood, putting me in a foul mood
And life's birds of prey looked at me as child food
Still growing in a pretty beating moment, and it empowers
Because I wouldn't be me without reminiscing on my
hearts and flowers.

Church bell ears;
I've heard the holy ring of an unwritten hymn in a minor key
Their piercing eyes, are bites of bullets, all pointed guns
as hands;  pointing out my immoral acts; three shots back
at them and one pointing up to discredit a God

A wrinkled heart,
by the irony of a preach; a church's lancet window,
Stained in sin of an unwritten scripture, and a scripted faith
On top of an unholy pedestal, all ready to cast their first stone,
alongside their own boulders of sin

Oh Lord, even if I don't believe in a God,
I'd believe in a better place than here
So my only prayer is being seen by your eyes,
as one saved from the desiring eye of the world


                                                   Amen.

Swimming empty pools; floating atop most of our dreams-
sinking away in that old familiar feeling of being so blue
I hear the ever-chasing sirens of the emergency factors
for all these years that go on and on and on…
I’m like an endless song; playing the tune of my heart-
till it sets away by the glum of missed hope by the dawn

I live my days to begin a new ending, for all of the regret
that comes in turns- running so far without any real direction;
to be at the destination I wasn’t expecting. Still joy surrounds
these hungry eyes; so let’s feast on more of the life we have
left to smile

As we are the children still haunted by most of our old dreams-
where the echoes of their tears become our present fears
To the people we look up to, who look to us below their feet-
they’ve underestimated how far we’re willing to believe in
those forgotten dreams. Drawing close to circles of all the things
that seem to repeat in a world that never stops spinning- yet where
we stamp our feet; are all the lessons I hope to leave behind
for my kids

I am the attire of addressing yourself in all your needs- the tradition
of struggles, and a sickening religion of pretending you’re okay for
all those not so okay to see; I am a faith mixed with a bit of doubt;
but I’d still be grateful to figure all these things out- would the
Heavens provide me a bit of help?

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.

as i traverse through the depths
of my own transgressions,
i am acutely aware of the celestial
realm shedding tears of sorrow.
it is an unending cycle of wrongdoing
that has permeated every fiber
of my existence.

these tears,
like a torrential downpour,
cascade upon my weary head, submerging
me in a sea of remorse.
the stains of my sins, like a vile residue,
cling to my very being, a constant reminder
of the hand I have used to wipe my face.
the heavens themselves bear witness
to this filth that engulfs me.

"oh, but you, so young and naive,
indulging in acts of self-inflicted harm
in the name of amusement.
little do you realize that your days
are numbered, and the reckoning
will soon be upon you."

when the time comes for you
to account for the good you have done
with the life bestowed upon you,
how will you respond?
love may profess the willingness
to sacrifice everything, yet no one
can guarantee passage into paradise
for another.

the heavens, undoubtedly,
weep for me, just as i weep for myself.
however, the heavens forbid me from
shedding tears of my own.

.

Seems the Heavens forbid my tears a fall to the ground,
Upon the many cold whispers of self awareness and pieces of doubt.
A forbid fortress build inside my head,
great pieces of brick and metal clashing at each other.

Though I wish for peace instead.

What forbids my emotions, toys my heart and clouded judgement,
for I hung in grey skies past due the forecast.
A fallen sun, crashing landing onto a broken planet.

If I had enough dreams to buy it, I would to only later sell it.


Forbidden fortresses, and guarded walls.
Armed guards, and beastly dragons.
All forces against me, and I'll face them all.




On painted pictures, and sketches of dreams,
a broken pencil tip, as a dream has gone blunt.
Turn your heads forward to see ahead, be at your best front.

You old ****,
how dare you turn back to your childish ways.
Your false judgments, and hopes. The old crokes, with the crude jokes.
Stuck in your younger days.

With no care for the world,
selling pieces of it, and all of your soul.
How dare you question how you've lost your glow.

I tore through your secrets,
peeped at your deeds, fell sick at their stench.
And I could bet, beneath your shadowy hearts there's a light of regret.

But with it carries a stench upon your breath,
as your swimming in sin above your depths.


Hide your eyes, for we've seen too much of your pride,
Your demons inside, your misdeeds behind, and the many more things I refuse to find.

I'll send an attack upon your men,
I'll make of you an enemy by then.


Come at me if you will,
Arm your arms, holding closely for we're all out to ****.

Some **** their father's wise words,
others their mother's gentle touch.
Her sisters love, and his brothers guidance.

But still not enough.

Some **** the hand that aids, the hand that holds.
An eye that watches, a mouth that speaks,
a nose that has no sense to perfume.

Truly something stinks.

**** the thanks of many,
the hopes of others.
The sons of leading fathers, daughters of caring mothers.

Tell me, who is your enemy.


For mine is myself,
the holder of things. A killer of dreams.
A spoiler of health.

Health and money, two things I can't have as both.
Better health for more of my money, more money for my health, but losing my worth.

So over my head, seems a lot goes over me for my shortness.
Worthless, I say when I'm comparing myself to others,
why so, the answer uncertain.

But the feeling so unnerving, so much hurting.


I wish I was perfect, rather not this mental defect.
A broken upon vessel, grabbing onto cracks.
My insecurities my greatest weapon upon myself,

I give them many thanks.

For letting me realise of perfection being the silent evil of man wishing to be God,
Stone upon stones piling on the tower to try reach to the title.
Cast your own stones away for thinking you not a sinner of none.

Pray yearly to who gives your wake,
for sleep wishes to keep you her's, for she's a cousin to death.
Let that perfection fall off your heads for Heaven's Sake.


For the Heavens I know are crying as I constantly go back into my ways,
a continuous pattern of sinning I've spread out across my days.

Such tears fall upon my head, drowning me in guilt,
Filth is upon me from the hand of sin I've used to wipe my face.
Filth it is, the Heavens know too.

O' but you, so young and dumb,
Doing the many to yourself of self harm in the pursuit of fun.
Soon your life will be done.

And when you're asked what good you did with a life given onto you, how do you answer?
Lovers may say they'll die for each, but none can vouch one into heaven for each other.

For the Heaven's surely do cry for me, as do I.
But the Heaven's still forbid me to cry.

Adrift in time, I wander down
a long-neglected path, heading straight
for the essence of my being, into the hidden
corners that linger in anticipation, where memories
rest heavy with significance

I stand before a gate, the doorbell echoing
with urgency, its chime resonating deep within me—
each press of the button feels like a heartbeat,
fulfilling its purpose. I can only hope it remains
intact; to maybe crack an indestructible clasp.

And where evil rests'
Lies their hands:
As lust appears in eyes'
They've all tasted it's flesh:
And what came of heart'
Twas the blood of Man' scars.

Under the first sun'
We've risen from dust;
From bone, woman to flesh
And what hung under fruit'
Twas the taste of it's sin.

In the open dry land'
Were two of one womb;
One of worship, other jealousy:
For when the latter grew'
Twas the stone that killed.

So man' sin continued on:

As for it's sake;
The Earth needed a piece of God'
For their sins to branch off;
His child placed on wooden Cross.

And so-
Heaven's fallen flower; Rose.

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

Club lights

Not the drinking type,

Just here for the light drinks tonight. 

The night feels heavy 

Barely keeping my drink down. This red drink I'm sipping looks at me with such envy. 

Drowning in a couple of rounds, 

Barely hearing the music of the club sounds. 

But in the moment I caught you by my shadowy eye. 

She looked glamorous as could be. Had my heart say Oh my. 

She passed me by, 

A scent of her perfume all too much,  you can tell she ain't the one to be shy. 

Ordering a couple drinks for her and the girls. She drinks the ones of pink. 

Gave me a lustful smile, I barely found a thought to think. 

Hey, could I get your name, 

Here in the night life we all looking for fame. 

But you could be the one for this wild heart to tame. 

I could tell she was feeling my vibe, 

She stayed close to my side. 

What you drinking, I can match your poison 

Better yet I'll top that by five. Your girlfriends can join in. 

Couple drinks in, we were touching on each other. 

Hoping by the end of the night she let's me in her place for new things to discover. 

Which place we going to, I can lend you the keys to mine. 

Let's leave by the hour, let's not waste any more time. 

For when we got to my place it all became history. 

I'd tell you what happened in between the sheets, but I'll keep that a mystery. 



Heavy Breath

The smooth of her curves, 

Moving her body in such tempting swerves. 

Dear me she has my head in twirls. 

She loves herself the most, a woman full of pride. 

Down for the ride 

But not to stay by your side. 

She's no man's bride. 

But right now she's stuck in my mind. 

She told me it was just for the night, 

We made love together just out of spite.

It's late morning, we share a bed 

From all the other cool guys in the club she came home with me instead. 

She had no time to waste, we got straight into the deed 

She had me convinced that I was her only need. 

Now laying both naked, she lights up a cigarette 

Pulls ******* it's white body. She holds no regret. 

She faces my way, gives me a smile. 

She's not going anytime soon, she's here for a while. 

She climbs on top of me to give a kiss. 

I follow too. Can't say I could resist. 

Her smokey air is just of Heavy Breath. 

She looks sweet outside but in her is such a stench. 

She's a wreck,
What do you expect.

For what happens next 

Are the open sins of no respect. 

For I may be something of her next prey 

Cause right now she's here to stay. 

Trouble

Between us is no distance, 

Her body I find no resistance. 

You stayed over for a couple more nights. 

Having me take ALL your drugs till we both got high. I forgot to mention I'm afraid of heights. 

But I enjoy the couple long nights spent, 

The morning does arrive soon. Waking up to yesterday's regrets. 

Falling hard for the club girl. To wild to contain, 

I still never really caught your name. 

Too drugged out with you. These memories so hard to contain. 

I'm not acting the same. 

No way you're good for me. Just a ***** deed. 

But you make it seem like you're all I need. 

You're just a thing I kinda lack, 

I could chase you away but we know I'll be calling you back. 

Trouble you are but I ain't had enough, 

This type of love leaves me a few scars cause you playing it too rough. 

I should rid you now but I ain't had enough, 

Lying to myself that I could change you to be a better person. **** that's such a bluff. 

Birthday Suit

What you wearing tonight, 

Looking forward to you for another night. 

Stop with the madness, she's killing you slowly. 

My mind screams to me in short cries. But I don't want to listen for I don't want to end up lonely. 

What's she wearing tonight, something I wanna see. 

Is it wrong of what I'm doing when she's doing it so right to me. 

Mother would be turning in her grave, 

Dear boy open up your eyes. She's got you in a daze. 

But it was just a haze, 

Of me not seeing the change she makes in me while stuck on her waves. 

What you wearing tonight, 

Something kinda special. 

Just don't tempt me that much. You better be very careful. 

Running nose on the snow she gives me whenever, 

Taking these drugs under any kind of Weather.

How I lose the grip of sight. 

But till I get back to that tell me baby what you wearing tonight. 

Mind over Time

Couple more minutes we're sharing together, I'm running out of time. 

She ain't the one to settle down but I'm wishing she was MINE. 

She's having my heart and insanity on a silver platter. 

I'm slowly out of it but really now nothing matters. 

Driving to my own death. Moving there quite faster, 

Perhaps I should confess of these sins to the Pastor. 

I stood in front of a mirror, 
I seen things that clearer. 
Who is this man I stare at, 
Your eyes are gone down into your skull. Drug addict ain't that a fact. 

Where's the mind over the time, 
She's a crook of my health, she does the crime. 

Heart over Reality

Reality is I should have rid you weeks ago 

Now my own heart poisons my body on the low. 

Really I should go 

But how to leave, I truly don't know. 

My heart claims to be in love 

But this ain't true love that the Lord brought from high above. 

How young and dumb am I 

To think this facade reality. It's such a lie. 

She's having me close to death but I'm so afraid to die. 

**** you for making me your personal addict. 

But I chose the title when I never left. Never thought it through, never planned it. 

Heart over this True reality, I see a Truth. 

To cut you off by the root.
Done being a childish youth. 

Soul over Power

Lose you now, it's about the hour. 

Do I have the strength to leave, do I have the power. 

You outgrew your prettiness, you're just an old flower. 

My dark soul is fighting for the light 

But the road there ain't looking to bright. 

Still I made the decision to leave you by tonight. 

Made it to your place, 

Been avoiding you for a couple weeks. Can't stand your face. 

At your home I hear your not alone, 

Ignored all my texts on your phone. 

I open the door to find you in your bed not on your own. 

Who's this man you having bedroom sessions with. Couldn't be better than me unless he's my clone. 

Now darling you've torn through my SOUL. 

You had to play foul, 

Give me a good reason not to crack his skull. 

But I close my eyes and realize it's just in your nature 

So I rather pretend we never met. Let you be a stranger. 

This man ain't knowing of you being a danger. 

I had no power to speak but your own actions already spoke for me. 

Thanks for the time baby, better yet thanks for setting me free. 

Rehab

It ain't easy losing a habit, 

Dying for a quick fix. Drug round the corner, how I easily smell it. 

But I need to be strong, 

A road to recovery is surely that long. 

Walking on it with sore feet, 

Made drugs my easy retreat. 

But those old habits can't go on repeat, 

An empty habit will surely die when I plan to **** it. 

O'yes I feel depressed 

But let me clear my body of it all. Let me give it some due respect. 

No to drugs and the carriers of it. 

Club life is fast paced but the drugs **** you slow. 

Don't be the buyer of the drug, don't plan to sell it. 

Hear such wise words. Take control.

Avoid the heavy breath 

The easy way to make your inner being stench. 

Find strength, 

Resist the temption, don't chase it endlessly like a old dog playing fetch.

Heavy engines, barely keep down my own weight.
Crooked eyes. What's a world if not being seen anywhere straight.

Fate a blanket covering my insecurities,
Twisted thoughts as the whole world is ******* with me.

Like fools gold it's nothing of worth,
When everything you try to do has nothing of your own labours of work.

Faith is time waiting on something to happen.
Finding a route to the solution without any of the mapping.

Love is game with complicated rules,
Doing loads of work, acting like complete tools.
Love sicken people looking only like fools.

Reality is an arrow to the chest,
A point of what is really happening in the world, leaving your soul distressed.

Like drinking on a drink stronger than chlorine,
Drunk men wishing to wipe the memory of life all away. Completely clean.

Heavy engines, trying to hold down the weight.
What is love without any of the fate.
What is looking at faith when everything seen is constantly not looking straight.

And what is reality without it not making a sharp point through your soul.

Black thoughts of a mind dying out like an old lump of coal.

A pistol tucked inside my heart—
memories of old dreams echo like bullet
wounds. Freedom comes, quietly, when
I finally let myself be known to myself.

Lips are like public transport;
they carry heavy loads:
sometimes love, sometimes doubt.

But the private lifts? Those are the words
we whisper to ourselves when we’re trying
to lift ourselves up, above our own doubts.

What loads are you carrying? Will your
transport make...or break someone?

Because belief in your own worth is such
a heavy load. And no— it’s not something
you should carry alone.

The weight of any load feels lighter when
the ones you love—and who love you back—
don’t just stand beside you; they help you
carry what you were never meant to bear alone.

Dress my car with new takkies,
with a girl by the side, looking a bit tacky
It would break my heart,
once we stop loving each other,
Quicker than the halt of my new brake shoes.

But with her, I had walked a mile,
and kissed so many times with her devilish smile
I learnt how to speak a demons tongue,
to demonstrate by every tomorrow,
an example to say, "I need you now"

As we'd get high on the laughs
about the lowest and saddest of things,
But strangely enough, my humour was high brow.

She'd be a Medusa in my eyes,
turning my thoughts into stone
-there's always something heavy on my mind,
dear, you always weigh heavy on my mind.

The tumbling walls of being too proud,
the mix of different shades of white colours,
The snobbish voices of the common crowd.
They'll bash your crown, to be renowned.

They kissed my lips that bruised my tongue,
said scornful words, and sarcastic remarks.
But you care for them still—all out love.

They spat my name to call it dumb,
held out their chest to prove me clown.
But you care for them still—all out love.

How is it you see them as the children
you love, is so
Profound.

In the majestic skies painted with shades of fiery red,
an awe-inspiring spectacle unfolded before our eyes.

Two magnificent figures emerged - a powerful bull
and a skilled matador, engaging in a mesmerizing
duel that played out against the backdrop
of the vast heavens.

Hello
Haven't spoken in a while,
Tried to give you most of my time.
Could I get but a smile,
What you call yours was all mine.

Hello
Looking for a glass of water,
At the corners of my heart by the border
My life's a messy dream. All out of order.

Hello.
I know I'm not the best at times
I'm just too stressed sometimes.
This glass was my fellow.

Hello.
You ignored my text on the phone,
I don't want to die alone
Blew out my birthday candles all on my own.
Hello.

Hello.


Hello.

Ooooooo,

I tried to hold you just a little bit closer,
But just in that embrace I was open to your bitter exposure.

To cross the depths,
Of my past steps,
A whole lot of regrets.

It's a mess, looking for a female,
For my lonely house retail.
My heart gives her the detail.

To lose my thoughts in the crazy mess,
Really I'm too **** depressed.

Go through stories of my life, just flip through every single page,
In a small box of my dreams trying to see the bigger range.
But it's a trap, I don't know much cause you used to be my sage.

Caught in the wind, blowing my troubles every single day,
To tear down your walls if you try to get, right up in my way.

Caution to trouble but I ran into danger.
Glad that we met but you act just like a stranger,

It's not your fault, cause I let you in & said  it was okay,
You want somemore but I'm sorry not for you. Not even today.

Cause I took you just for pleasure.
Only in times of leisure.
Last drink I took was by Christmas's December.

You probably think you left my whole life pretty shattered.
But now I realize you never did matter.

Oooooo,

Hello,
You were just a lonely bitter drink,
Used you only to help me think.
You were gone in just a blink
And your after taste just really had a stink.
And I would never look your way or give your eye my wink.

Hello,
Haven't spoken in a while,
I drank your body for a smile,
But left my mind before you said goodbye.
I never asked you why.

Hello

There’s a charming night; her air seductive,
her beauty blinding- she strives through pain; writes a
story with a dried-out pen; writing a poem with no lines.

She is the night; her skin is brown sugar, her eyes are
filled with black galloping horses, that defies any oblivion,
her lips are red as the blushing passion of youthfulness.

Her wrongs in my eyes are a pale memory;
she is a penny with its head and tail- whichever side she
falls on, her worth affords all of my attention.

Tonight, her touch is like a paintbrush on my skin;- she
tries to paint a new moon- reflecting her smile’s shine;
she’s a candle that pierces at the darkness, and light starts to
bleed out, filling the room with an echo of, ‘her’ and only ‘her.’

She’s truly perfect, so perfect she feels unreal;
she’s a fatal misery- full of forgetfulness; the memory
of her I try to make stay. To live with her is a pain, without
her is a shame;- she’s truly perfect, so perfect she feels unreal
—sadly, she is only, and remains just a dream.

Fair;
as the skins
of solid ice,
her cold shivers; to a loving
touch.
A whisper of beauty;
only heard by
the eyes
gazing on her.

Gorgeous Africa, my beautiful Queen
of a thousand unspoken dreams, whose essence
encapsulates the history and heartache of past struggles
—your tears of past, drown your face in drought,
mirroring the resilience and strength that lie
within your vast landscapes and diverse cultures.

Oh land, oh the lands of dusty colored grass,
presenting a canvas painted with stories as ancient
as time itself —the tale of you; a dossal woven with
the threads of triumphs and tribulations,
each chapter a testament to the enduring spirit
of a continent shaped by the ebb and flow of empires
rising and falling.

You, a child in my eyes, a precious gem awaiting
the embrace of nurturing hands and the light of
understanding —desperately needing to be cherished
and loved, your myriad voices and narratives
seeking to rise above the clamor of past
injustices and carved destinies.

Rise, my child, rise high and so mighty,
until your presence eclipses all doubts and shadows,
a beacon of hope and empowerment for all who call
your vast expanse home —lift her up, lift her up-
her people, a call to unity and support in the
collective journey towards a future shaped by
shared dreams and aspirations.

As she is mine, she is ours to cherish and protect,
a legacy that intertwines our fates and whispers of
a shared destiny waiting to be fulfilled
—lift her up, lift her up- her people, for in her
beauty and complexity, we find the reflection of
our shared humanity and interconnection.

I am not the man for a moment;-
more so trying to be a writer, and questioning
whether I actually still enjoy being a poet.

I am… an interlude, just another episode
in between two random pages- open to seeing
the anomaly of the next chapter, or more or less
staying blissfully content on the things of old.

Refusing to give up, but at the moment,
willing enough to give up the pen.
Sigh… I think the poet is finally dead.

She had dried my eyes with a strand of hair. Stranded.
Searching for a reply of care, her calmly gaze had
made my face so fragile— as hers was made up a vase,
Smiles that came from clay, shaped in all manners of display;
dependent on those who seen her wilted flowers on display.

Behind the shades of eyes; does leave something much
more desirable. Wettest eyes behind the blinds of time.
I cherish those little moments—likewise the most we
make out of them.

Shakes me keenly: like my shaking arm after hitting the
funny bone. Careless laughs in good company; my stomach
in knots. Tied between the twisting craze of advertising
love--ours is intimate.(a secret place)

You're close to me; close as the tongue to it's teeth,
speaking the word Love. Your name roles off the tongue
out of my bright smile. (you give me summer in my mouth)

A month like no other, may I attest to your sight,
ghostly; as the presence of you raises my skin hairs.
My goosebumps of knowing you're near, and a extra
beating heart—I'm out of breath.

Let me have a piece of eupnea, by a kiss I'd make
as my last. Lungs of passion; passionately kissing each other.

tell me, what's the key to your thoughts
do you have them locked in your locs –

chasing after a touch of those tangled thoughts
running fingers through your hair, but your
dreads are too thick - still that's alright

                      at least I have you tonight.

I was the pencil that etched the silhouette of your love –
a shadow standing as a sentinel as you strode ahead.
I was your pen, inscribing these lines with the ink
of my tears – I tore away the initial pages of the first
love letters I crafted for you.

Love is blind… I don’t see much of you in either
of my thoughts or dreams.

How must I refer to you now, when all the references
on how to love were born from the moments we shared –
all the descriptions I experienced when it was still
me and you?

I only seem to see you now as just a silhouette.

I saw Heaven hanging over my head like a chandelier, it's
angels were swimming in the light, whispering sweet hymns,—
in a kaleidoscope filled with broken dreams.
The gates fell open like a strand of hair, trumpets were blaring for kings, with thrones like rocking chairs, of my ancestors and their heirs. On earth, I had cattle trodding around my heart to pay for love; as dowry couldn't pay enough for who I once loved.
I drank the tears of Heaven's rains, to tie my tithes wrapped
around my neck; waiting for their fortunes reigns.

I kissed an angel that melted my lips, and had suckled on the ******* of mother nature, who fed me milk and honey to keep me alive. I danced around the edge of an end, where life begins once again. My toes felt cold as a tear drop lost in snow,— my ears were ringing like the church carillon, calling me to repent.
And from the stained glass window frames, it all immediately painted out my pain.

I thought of you, just before I took my last breath, begging the favours from the mistress of Death. I felt like a flower in your hand; each petal being picked away, asking the question of,
"does she love me or love me not." I thought of being holy enough to fit in your heart, but I was as holey as the holes in my socks. My prayers all stunk of the lie behind them all. I looked into your eyes to see heaven inside, as I was living in the world.
I bit on time to have it for seconds, and served a dish of revenge only in my heart,— I was taught it will always be a cold meal; so
I'd use my spark of love to keep it warm. I shared stories with
the world, told my biggest secrets to the sky, and left
breadcrumbs to them, in every word of my poems.

Still...in the chaos of my mind, lied a still river flowing with worth. Drowning myself in your eyes, as your every tear was the inspiration of what became our story. But I know in the end, our love will just be another person's story...

Her fairest words not an apology,
Words that bother me, eating her up,
'All that your are is swallowing me; doubting me,
feeling cowardly:' But not what you want to be:
For daily days so hourly, judging men horizontally,
screaming in your head 'acknowledge me,'
'And just apologise to me':

Back when the world was loving,
You for your chest, interests in *******;
They're spending pays on and invest,
Leaving children eggs on your nest:
None of them did impress, but only did undress:
Leaving your hair in a mess, and moving onto the next:
With their sins stealing your bless: To Pastors,
how do you confess? The gave you more,
but made you feel like less:

Child how do you love;
As you're sick of what some of
Them speak of when, they say it's young love?
Taking your portion, and happiest emotions,
Bare on your flesh like erosion,
Rubbing against you like- Their body lotion:

I do try to love you for you,
But can't relate to what you've been through:
They've stuck their hurts on you-
Like glue, more than one time or two:
They used you, abused you, tossed you,
away, straight after they ******* you: Threw you,
Found their release through you: Lining up,
To view you in a-
Queue, fitting their sizes in a small shoe:

I now understand why,
You are who you are in the first verse.
Giving them your worst, from those who
stole your worth: Hands in a bag-
Stealing inside your pursue. So hard for you
To converse, hoping to be anyone else in the entire universe:
I see how it hurts, and how quick you curse:
Told to move forward; trying to have,
All your pains and struggles go in reverse:
They gave you their love by force,
And all of the times it did leave a hurt:
Without remorse, making you their main course.

So as I write this verse,
With tears through the pain of your teen years:
Those darkest moments and your fears. All of those,
Left you after a night shift; shifting their gears:
But I'll try my best dearest sister,
To be right here. When those demons-
Try creeping back in: When the lights are so dim:
But I don't know where you've been,  
But I'll share all of your hurts like a twin.

Raise your chin;
Clear you're skin,
And help you fix what's broken from within.

Pen this verse-
For all of them to know;
That you don't have to face the hurt alone:
Don't feel like you're all on your own,
You could be whole, even if the process is slow:
But I'll help piece back together your shattered Soul.

Your eyes run up, chasing after your feelings— the softest echo  
of a heart, once feeling passionately in love, but only in secret.  
A storm of longing; calm beginnings soon roar thundering  
clapping opening and closing gates.  

The haste, becomes the menace of biting into a bullet;  
never knowing its taste. For any chance given, will later on  
pierce through you in secretive conclusions— another round,  
another round, for a scar so yawning, and a memory so tired  
of ruminating last nights.  

Your tears, are picturesque ashes; core flames that shriek
a pain  before a moment’s murmurs. While an after long
upshot,  distinguishes something oppressive, growing
out of your heart’s  flame— your cheeks raised red of blush;
unease in a fiery rose.

Wouldn’t you love to grow openly under the summer kisses  
that wash the earth in light; as for me, it seemed  
reminiscent of your former bright smile.  

You were once the joy forward looking to a better day;  
a ray after the rain. To reign supreme on their minds;
on  top of every thought of you, worn proudly as a crown.        
        The former is gone.  

The world nicked away that stem of your courageous,
precious, and outrageous company; during the wake
of you finding yourself
      _— you’re so restless now. _
What would distinguish your fiery beauty,
is extinguished; diminished,
          — buried by the earth.  

Still your enduring fiery beauty could feed greed  
into Hell’s gate. For even buried in tragedy;
you shall  ascend gladly to avenge those who hurt you,
in your triumph.

Carrying a fair number of tears, like carrying
a baby on her back; a nurturing bath of her scars
like a cat that is licking its new-born. She sits on top
of pride, quickly as humbleness calls a benchmark

Finding myself in the uncharted depths of her heart;
I see the cooling effect of one’s tears in mirrored streams
My nocturnal beauty, that must be loved in the shadows;
hiding away the bags of eyes, in the masks of pretty eyeshadow

She's priceless to every penny for a thought, she buries
all of her words, in kisses engraved in a passionate time

Pieces of a heart made out of yarn- narrations of silver tears,
from golden eyes; bronze is her place in seeking blessings
A hard rock, that is made soft by her gaze; water springs
out of it… but she’s only loved by herself after she’s loved
everyone else

I've been crying my eyes shut,
i could barely see the world,
-failing to see myself in a mirror
reflecting on how my fragile state is
made of glass.

I tried to be ahead of myself,
but wasn't on top of a lot of things,
so i behead myself, just to cut off old thoughts
and i could have sold my soul, but i tend to
sell myself short; as i can no longer pour
out my feelings,- i guess i'm too poor.

I hope I at least pass through people's thoughts,
but i know i'm a bit too passive, and make
passes on all of my best quotes
and i'm always stuck in one particular
moment,  like an old photo.

I tried to sleep with my thoughts,
but i've got a restless kind of mind
waking up to the days, of another sleepless night
nowadays when i pray less, cry less
and don't seem to care about my midlife faith crisis
when i'm doing things that make me seem Christless
still i wouldn't advise this.

I know my attitude don't always match
my soul's latitude; especially when
everything in my life goes south
as the magnitude of my worth, puts me
in a foul mood,- i played a foul move
flying my cold heart away from winter,
but still had a fowl kind of love.

I haven't been to church in a while,
telling myself, "I'll be there Sunday"
But I misheard myself, he was really
saying, "someday, someday"
Work always calls me in, before Mondays,
and Mondays are so mundane
every feels the same, the same; please can
i feel something, something, someday.

In such a forced game of Tetris-
coming across those who block progress;
the hostility, in the sweats of labour mopped
up, by the heat escaping most of your pores

cupped lips, just for a little fill of a loving
kiss- the material of body language with a
string of words- long enough to reach the
****** of any conversation

Expression doesn’t exist much from a stranger’s
lips; lest you know their face with a sight of
good will. But I must be far short of the sun,
to give such a bright smile as a comforting
response- a single moon under its loon

of a man hiding away in these shadows

Steal a whisper from the breeze – wipe your shoes at the threshold
of Father Time; the embrace of Mother Nature bosoms over my gaze,
nourishing me with the vivid picture of life yearning for sustenance.
As a wailing child, wrap me in the blanket of my dreams; my sheets
stained with yellow – don’t label me as yellow, for I despise
being ******.

Capture a flair in a brushstroke – the delicate arch of an eyebrow,
lifted at the sight of the Cross; “I still ponder how,” they criticized the
woman who dried His feet with her hair – she must have been bold.
Now, resting at the foot of the Cross; I must be wise to take down
those footnotes.

Lend a smile from a tear – grinning through the pain, the ache of
existence is merely this relentless cycle within the machinery of time.
A lavish timepiece; cherish all that you have at hand; and arm your resolve to fulfil His Will.

I’m seven steps away from Heaven, in a world where I’m a corner
away from the Devil – so if I give into these pressures, it means I'll
give myself into these earthly pleasures. But the world still gives
a toast to your efforts, as it calls you, "so toast," in your present.
As I've been around the mundane of numerous dead conversations,
decomposing in a grave. But only when there’s something on the
lines, does talk among fools hold a grave importance.

Still, bring me flowers as if it where my day, as I plan to be a letter
at the cemetery – with the wisdom I gained, to share. My whole life
would be these songs written as poems; trapped in my pen as a
snare; while the beating of heart’s passion plays on like a snare.

And there, where there are people who care for us; it's only in death
will we know those who were good at pretending their love for us.
And I’ll find those lovers, chained to each other like slaves – and I'll
give the sweetest dreams to the fearful bunch, whose beds act as their
trial runs to their graves.

Whereas we all live just to die someday, which will be one day –
yet we take this life day by day, making the most of them, like it
were your very last day; the day will eventually come. Still, what’s
to income for us, is what will become our action's outcome. Death
isn’t something you can run from, buy your way from, or delay any
longer for anyone – yet we must live life, remembering that His will
is always done.

Hitchhiking at night, caught a lift with
the sun. Riding around the many of stars.
The heavens close at hand, hell conspiring;
while the world was burning.

I must of been roaming around
Judgment Day. At the edge of oblivion;
wondering which place I should go.

Limbo it was; uncertain like the ghosts
of their incomplete dues.
Two extremes, of the crowded silence;
and emptiness of all their screams.

                   Was it only a dream?

While my eyes were still open;
but blinded in their tears.
Bare hands that hold onto the heaviest
of all my greatest sins.

Cold and paralysed; I came back to life.
Soon to return back to earth.

                        Oh what a trip!

By the coldest depths of the sea -
soaring in my highs as a bird with no wings,
a cliff diver so afraid to jump; silent most of the time.

My greatest pride is in my eyes, for if I stare
at for you too long; we'll make it a worthwhile time
looks do ****; so staring at pretty face is suicide.

As life could be perfect, if you live without purpose
who would judge you if you hold no case to plea,
how complex wouldn't you be in this perplexity
For without purpose none are pressured to be -
seemingly so free, yet it's a freedom so cheap
But for the struggles in life, what purpose do
you have to shed your share of tears

Are you not free?

No, life isn't perfect, even as you make your way
to fulfil your purpose - but there's no great purchase
in doing nothing for yourself. Our struggle to live
a day as a pretty flower in an ugly world, is what
makes us a relatable bunch. Perhaps too sober in
facing troubles; momentary pleasures are so warm
while the tears afterwards are all so cold.

In this modern age,
every man is just looking for a hole to fill,

I’m just looking to fill
the heart-shaped hole in my chest
to find a love that is honest and so real…

__

In the vast abyss of emptiness, as nothingness
reigns supreme, there lies a flicker of value,
a glimmer of hope.

Within our power to decide what treasures
we shall pour into the hole of our hearts,
the means to mend the fractures of
our souls – to be whole.

Please,

don’t start to believe having a large circle of friends
is the closest thing to having a halo – not everyone
in your life is a holy person. But they love to dig up
something worthwhile out of you; leaving you only
as a holey person.

—He builds the house
  She makes it home
   And both make it
    Home sweet home