Reoccurrence; oh do I deserve it's again? Of love,
of time, of hope, of faith, of promise, and the beauties
of my yesterdays...

Reoccurrence; oh do I deserve it's again? Of grace,
of joy, of peace, of forgiveness, and the dreams of
my former slumbers...

Reoccurrence; oh do I deserve it's again? Of you,
of when we once loved, of our youth, and the desire
of a forever...

Of us; in the seasons of summer. The warmth of knowing
your bright smile. Of the spring; in the skips of steps towards
a future.

Do any of which; ever reoccur as like memories... Or are we
just moments; soon to be forgotten..

Will I reoccur in those memories...

A seed is buried in the manhole
pebbles of time to chuck at the glass screen of life;
the genuine stone in your hand- consistent is its determination
Dreams lost in the dusty drawer
a mind’s past tortures, alongside the crawling pieces
of blood clot envy under my skin- towards a love so in vain
These are the ancient wounds
jumping into conclusions; through the escaping hurdles
In place of the ghouls, the faces that flow through feeding corpses

Night falls, into a dreamer’s eyes
unlocking a world full of possibilities- insignificant fingers
trying to count up optimism misplaced in the gory wings of lips  
Fly away from your comments
comets fall in a beautiful destruction, to perish dry and blow
out the picture of a star- drinking wine at a sunrise; drunk on life

More so, more or less when
the consistent soil grows us bread to feed buttered-up charms
as lovers spread out their love to the distaste of a jealous bunch
Don’t open, that love jar
letting out that sickening hint of spark- once you open that door
it will close you in defeat; from head to sole jumping in heartache’s
repeat…

I often feel mistaken to the fact that I could be doing wrong a thousand times,
Simply because the fact I could be telling a thousand more lies.
Well truthfully speaking it felt so easy to get lost in something wrong,
Numbing myself in what my spirit tells me not to do.  Yet still doing it for so very long.

So anyway I woke up today pretty much same as I always have and sometimes will.
Though, shouldn't I be waking up to find new ways to put my troubles to rest and not let them  roam free to ****.

Troubled by so many many things.
What does my own future hold for me. Memories of how many times I've fallen in love yet they were all just so many flings.

But not the love for a living being,  rather the living desires of a lustful heart.
Obsessed with how their sweet taste breaks me and rips my spirit right apart.

Just a ticking time bomb, that I desperately need the codes to defuse.
If I could go back in time to guide my former self,  I would teach  you how to refuse.
But it's best not to live in such a distant different past, for I find hope in this today's counting.
Though I may have lost track of my own plot, I just simply need rerouting.

So reroute my mind,
So I may become to myself a much better kind.

In the backhand of a cigarette,
every smoke rising is another regret
Getting lost in screaming screens on the internet,
trying to find yourself in the comments of a thread
Flightless birds on a twitter thread; sorry an X,
exactly how I feel; crossed out from another trend
I must of been late, stuck in the holes of my head;- a hairnet,
as all I really need for myself, is a forced reset

Sleep always feels owed; one’s life
cannot be fully owned –
As we look for this complete rest, do you
rest your weariness on those you trust;

For even as sleep is the cousin of death;
would you still deny yourself true rest?

And do you deny the comfort of advice
from a true friend –
Or do you sleep on their words, under
the covers of your pride?

Hope swerving; bending my thoughts of life
in it's curving lane. A game of gain, that not everybody
wants to play. Escaping from the day, or days; looking
for change in these ancestral chains. These are the shackles, keeping me in constant battle. Wearing my weight as a satchel; I constantly have to dismantle myself; to reach the top of successes great mantle.

Life's a rattle; shaking you at the core. Follow it's lore; and
be careful not break all of it's many laws. You'll get so many scars, and sores. Opening moments, opening and closing doors;
as you constantly walk along on life's floors with your flaws.
Happy moments galore; but also the saddest ones creeping up
on the low.

You'll cry to the Lord of it all; His lifting spirit keeps you up
when the soul falls. He's a calming voice to all of His children
he calls. You'll be in awe, letting Him guide you to where you
need to go. A lot of what he does you can't ignore. "Be patient
child; there's a lot in store. Blessed are the poor."

There's no valley too deep, or it's mountains to tall. But life
has it's many walls; we all have to face. Cracking knuckles
a couple times, till that wall breaks. It's not a mistake, or a
place to misplace how far you've come from that starting place.
Whether from the maybe, or maybe not; of the choices you've made. We've each got our choices to make.

Love grips the crowd like a glove. Some that are fed sweet nothings, while others starve. All the lights of these stars; like rushing traffic in space. Rushing like cars in a chase. Love feels like a rush of a race; trying to keep those emotions going straight in it's lane. Wild hearts trying to keep tame, with their hormones often the one's to blame. "Such a shame."

It's the rush of love; but is it enough to love someone more than you can give? To live only on the feelings love gives; wanting all
that's out there, but refusing to give in. Giving it at your best;
but ask a lover about their ex. They'd say, "my current is the best from the rest." What can you expect; of a lover's treasured love buried deep down in their chest?

An itch at the neck; nerves telling me to double check at my deck. Just in case my next play has me going, "what the heck!"

What's my next calling card in this play game of gain? Seems I'm
back at it's start once again.

Heart beats like a drum,
  (no I'm not in love)
Just echoing the rhythm of my soul
   A tune so loud.

Too much pain in this empty misery
Too many snakes in the grassy yard. Really what's killing me.

Riot in the heart, it's going crazy down in the there
Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot
Control, Control, Control, Control, this could be the greatest pain I swear.

The wind is too strong, blowing my soul away
The cold nights feel too dark, when will come the other day.
Help me, help me, would the helped lend their hand to the help
Why smiles of so many people stink too well like old kelp.
This couldn't be the apocalypse but the  attitudes make it too soon
Just don't cry darling when you lose sight of a sun by early noon.

Start a riot, the heart of a oppressed disturbed the peace
Call the guards and chiefs we take your shots and pray you miss.
Hands in the air not for my surrender to you but to the King
Killed me now wouldn't really matter, going up to Heaven by Angel's Wings.

Hate me now, your hateful words could never fill my plate
I may be down and ***** but never take it as my only state.
Don't call me the beast to this game that's the name of the evil one
Don't speak his name in praise, his deeds be the ones of killing Nuns.

Riot, someone calm this storm in it's space
Lord we would need much peace in your arms. Give us your warm embrace  

Help us Dear Lord.

Wisp whisperings, tedious tensions,
all we face at a favour of an unfair life.
Summarised summonings, handful happenings,
to do all that is—not out of a place of strife.

Anxious agony, despairing delusions,
pains I can't always paint out in words.
Powerless poverty, penniless pockets,
let not status of the world; dictate self worth.

Joyful joinings, delightful decisions,
happiness isn't a given—still can't be lived without.
Humorous humans, creative creations,
all with a smile; moments are short. Make them count.

For into the night, the day will always rise—a dawn out
of the longest dusk. Like an Eve to it's Adam; the beauty
of their first fruits—seeds are to grow up touching the sky.
Do not threat dear child; the Heavens remain at the
highest,—above the hells of life.

It's time to RISE!

He is risen,
stone rolled away from tomb
He is risen,
death no had longer it's rule
He is risen,
above it all, above the doom

The Lord Jesus is risen.

Greeted by your thighs,
lost space inside your eyes, while that feeling comes to rise.

And I know I've told you lies,
so making it up to you sooner is pretty wise, while that feeling comes to rise.

And I want you tonight as my prize, while that feeling comes to rise.
Quite a distance for a ****** drive.

Rising within me, stirring me to no good,
questioning to bite, probably should.
But you'd join the feeling if you were in the mood,
simply because my body language is quite loud and easily understood.

To be how it may,
sweat dripping of the flesh, wetter than the waters across the bay.
It's probably an overcast today.

And this feeling ain't complete,
two foreign bodies coming together to meet.
Two feelings coming into one, and then they'll repeat,
having your thighs to greet,
upon the arrival of your meal within this meat.

While that feeling comes to rise,
not being chased, and none to despise.
Like the feeling of being so close to one, failing to say your goodbyes.

Such of that feeling comes to rise.

Bleeding tips, and fallen tears
sinking into the soil
All of those who've fallen
those shattered and bruised
The unusual bunch of us
crying underneath tears of a night moon
Sad, and bleeding in our pains.

A lit fuse is my depression
ready to explode
Still no one can ever behold such an event,
instead I only implode.

Why does it feel like I'm dying inside,
slowly breaking down into a trillion pieces
Lost in the deep thought of questioning my existence,
Too many voices in my head tell me if I die now
not a lot would miss us.

Shut up,
stopping screaming in my head
I can barely hear myself breathing,
with so many voices in my head forcing in
a give in, I might give out.

Such loud voices always put me on the wrong side,
Giving their petition to have me at the place of suicide.

Shut up,
I'm not forced into listening
you're too loud, and unjust to any of my cause
I cover my ears, trying my best to resist those loud whispers.

Slowly telling me I'm worth nothing,
I've never brought anything to the table
All these voices running horse trials in my head,
need to find their place and be stable.

For if I keep listening to them,
I give them a better chance of winning
The grand scheme of it all is they only
want my downfall.
Still even when I fall, I'm not always going to be down.

I'll rise soon enough
for soon enough I'll prevail over the voices.

Shut them out,
and let the echoes dissappear.
Rising above the voices,
above they ones trying to bring me down.

Rising over chaotic voices.

Pretty are eyes;
tickled by the midnight
Lost in the space of time;
to those who gaze into them.

As with a shadow;
that lurks behind innocence
A grey cloud of smoke;
in a set fire of one's risqué.


                       Seems the night let's;
               the light of you come out.

flowing as smooth skin, pimple pebbles in between;
the break out of my skin – still I flow freely as I am,
while my tears weigh heavy on the bank’s sand…

still, I’m glad to know how much you enjoy me tickling
in between your toes – wash off the struggles of your heart,
but please don’t use it as an excuse to leave your *******
inside of me

          you found me as a clear river,
   and I've always known where I'm going
                                    let me live a clear life.

You bestow upon me kisses
infused with the essence of cinnamon,
I inquire if it is the cause of my speechlessness.
Your skin, so tender to my gaze,
possesses a delicate vulnerability that
a mere nibble could easily mark.
My profound musings, consumed by thoughts of you,
cut through the depths of my being.

In my dreams, I envision you,
with my heart suspended within yours.
The untainted purity is forever tainted
by the fiery crimson allure of your lips.
The taste of you engulfs me, leaving me breathless,
while a tantalizing sensation tightens within my trousers.

In the depths of my longing, your essence
becomes a captivating remedy for the
affliction that plagues my heart.
Your gentle curves, like a sanctuary,
provide solace for my restless mind throughout the day.

As the night unfolds, it becomes a canvas
for passionate yearning, and the delicate touch
of your intimate embrace ignites a fire within me.
The sovereignty of your femininity reigns supreme,
overwhelming me with a blissful deluge in
the paradise that is your embrace.

You've transformed into an unexpected surge of vitality,
electrifying every essential part of me.
Your movements effortlessly guide me into
the perfect state of mind, as if you possess the secret
to unlocking my deepest desires.
Your neck, delicately scented like an unfurled flower,
invites my eager kisses, as I chase after the intoxicating
allure you exude.

The spring-like cascade of your hair embodies the essence
of a scorching and restless summer, and I eagerly await its Fall.
Allow my breath to simmer, as I reach my natural
boiling point, stirred by the intensity of my emotions.
And together, let us embrace a passion that surpasses
even the fiery glow of the red light illuminating our room.

The air escapes me—

As darkness envelops the night,
I shut my eyes, haunted by
The vision
Of ropes
Swaying from the ceiling
      Above.

With each glance,
A constriction
Tightens
Around my throat, a
Chilling
Reminder of
despair.

As some things/people are so beautiful
to behold. Perhaps at a necessary distance,
for their thorns makes it hard to hold.

Beauty:
of an eye has been intriguing,
As like a Rose:
in the artistry of all searching the hidden
meaning.

A gaze: to be glazed for me to blink,
sweetest red to sour cheeks,
Seeing into something so unique.

Yet try to pick out,
passion; it's then lost from heart,
I seem unable to love you without.

Truly I'm not as one willing,
like many love sicken fools:
To fall in love so easily.

Thorns are then to ***** my heart,
I'll shout and call for you,
Yet love won't hear me out.

So enough now said;
I may instead, rest on her {rose's bed.}
For as the sweetest of life;
still follows the saddest of deaths.

Beauty is and has will to be intriguing
of course for many of us, we do question the idea.
Men who search through the fields of true meaning.

Was love not to be like a rose
a pretty sweetness of nature in a field of many
So many pretty flowers for a hand, I'd like to suppose.
I never like to oppose, looking at the faces I see as a pretty rose.

A woman's true beauty could possibly leave us forgetting how to think
One look can't be enough. We've looked at your beauty more than once or twice
Surely now I may have forgotten how to blink.

We've picked you a few many times in our hearts,
these hearts are strangely picking at you ever more.
But if we do fall in love so easily, pray we're not only guided by a heart
It's so easy to fall, but much easier to make someone else fall apart.

You guard yourself, for really you wouldn't want to be hurt
Some may underestimate you, but you shouldn't count on them to count out your worth.

You're in a great valley of your own,
and like it's roses, you make guard of your heart by the sharpness of your thorns.

Roses in a valley will often be picked by many who seek for beauty,
still as many will come, only the right one will ever love you truly
So never let one ask you for an advance in love if their only return is with cruelty.

Usually I don't speak highly enough
so I highly speak of what always needs to be said.
No love is highly acclaimed like the one of a woman's love.

You've weathered storms of what the world could rein upon you, but you're still standing strong as you grow.
What is your strength makes you for you, we all should see such in those petals that show.

Don't place your heart out just for someone's lonesome stealing
Let the beauty of you strike the eye, then only when he has understood it for all it is, will that be the day your heart is out for his receiving.

It's a bunch of you that the world has placed in a corner
but it's grown over to a valley.
We should learn wisely to care kindly for you
for a man is the head of the house, but a woman makes what is the heart of that family.

So for these roses of the valley,
shall the Lord add on endless worth to your value.
Though you drive us crazy sometimes, we should learn to love you madly.

Love, how unique you seem to be to me.  O' a strange feeling.
How I had a net full of butterflies in my stomach all tied in knots.  So many hearts out there for one brave for the stealing.

O'the the sweet roses of worth in this valley,
with your scent as so sweet and devine.  How would I find you in an alley.
You've surely pricked my heart as I bled towards your beauty.  Do I yet dare to take another chance.
Though I've fallen to my feet trying so to step along but I preferred not to dance.

Your beauty will always leave me intriguing,
still I fall so hard at beauty's first sight. Yet why this happens has found no meaning.

Though so many roses as just,
beauty on their faces catching my eye from poses as such.

But O'rose, how you've caught me again in your trap. Could loving you be as simple.
You've driven me close to a point of lost insanity, your beauty glares as a crystal.
Yet I feel, I  would be dared to steal you from your heart,
But alas, greatest be my fears of being bruised and cut.

Still O'rose, you be so plenty with a unique scent.
If I waited long enough for you, will I be led to regret.

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.

Force me to bed, but I don't want to fall asleep tonight.
Soaked my pillow in tears from a couple days ago.
Living through the high points of my life, but only on the low.

But I don't want to close my eyes for a second more while that empty darkness gives me a fright.
I don't want my mind to run away from the nightmares in my head, neither helping me to rest.

I'm wearing rubber clothes tonight in linen sheets. Forgive me for being a little depressed.

Forced into this worthlessness, but I would not stay there on a rich heart.
Drowing in blood, how my high blood pressure is going to prey on me tonight.

I'll pray for something warm for me to wear, but so sorry I only have these rubber clothes. Carrying the dirt of black mud.

I got a few rubber clothes, a few pieces of plastic to sew into my smile.
A few pieces of man that they wishing to take back.
A few pieces of doubt, and pieces of flesh to feed my bones along in the mile.

A rubby heart, plastic choking me from inside.
I'm wearing these rubber clothes cause I don't have anything much to hide.

Rusty finger nails pierced into the
walls of scratching the night
There's an ear hole of your own accord
bleeding over your hearing of that pain-
Waiting at the back of your dreams; you
probably lived your whole life in a taxi
You've been overdue for love,- their really
owe you taxes; as your face held a field of
all your tears, to water the after pastures

You shrank away grasping onto old figures
of yourself- you had a crush for someone for that
long, that they crushed you under their thumb,
and from those skins is where you bled

            "We can only be friends,"
                                                they said

Don't misread me for spelling this out to you,
as the sun and moon will eventually cry together
That will be the warmest winter I ever know.

If I don't wake up tomorrow,
I'm sleeping through my pain,
Soaked up in my tears,
drowning in that pain
So if I die, my death is only for other people to live.

I gave my all, but only got little,
I feared you've stopped listening to my prayers so you can listen to the others.
I questioned love, and you're still yet to answer,
so care for me last, as you care more for the people in my life first.
And if you hate me for these selfish motives, I ask you to forgive.


My own opinion has never lead me to anything better,
so I hardly think for myself when I mostly think for others.

I only want to be heard,
but everyone I know takes for granted my every word.

I just wish to be seen,
but nobody sees what I really mean.

I waited on your timing,
but time has run out for me.

So how do I trust when that trust is empty,
how do I ask when you never listen
And how do I live,
if living is only a slow walk to death

How do I dream when all my dreams are just my constant nightmares
And how do I follow the rules of my wake, while looking for a place to escape


Surely it's so hard to keep yourself together,
sunny outside but living under the weather.
Overcast, overcast, overcast,
I know my future depression has it's rein within the past.

I know I should care more about myself,
but I'm so stuck on loving everybody else.

What's left for me if I leave my heart out for you all to pick in
To stay above high waters of every relationship,
but I know I'm just a sinking ship

Titanic, Titanic, Titanic.

If love was once mine,
I'm  convinced I never had it.

Given all to my friends after I divided it with my family
As I'm crazy enough to enjoy the sense of pure insanity.

The man everyone looks to lean on,
who could write a picture for you all to dream from.

Some days I hate it, but do it all out of love,
So often I fake it, so let me end up weightless inside of being wakeless

We’ll bury more of the dead; -  
rather than burying the problem  
that caused their death,  

We prefer not to bury the hatchet;  
instead raise them up in arms—
yelling, “let’s all go to war”

"Shoot your shot"
love at times can feel like a long shot in the end
Those with red flags spell trouble in bold letters;
bold enough to conquer your feelings with the phrase,
                                                      "we're just friends"

"Take your chances"
falling in love isn't as close to falling in love by chance
Past lovers without fathers, searching for a man in their life;
as you stand out of the crowd—seemly different,
                                         "best to keep to your stance"

Not everything that looks good,
is as good as it comes—not good enough
Quick charms are magical in those moments,
but could spell danger. So if you meet someone as
close to being imperfectly perfect...RUN!

Feelings I wish I never had,
top pick, feeling this **** sad.

Lost my socks,
guessing while I was drunk.
In a car I placed them was,
looked again to see them gone.

Still new to me,
a long type I don't wear usually.
Black with white dots,
didn't cost a lot, but still hurts as much.

Kept my toes warm,
I kept them well, making sure no holes form.
I bought two pairs to compliment each other,
I guess now the other is alone.
They were like two lovers.

Though I have a spare,
my heart is still in two from losing that pair.

Goodbye my socks, I'll be sad about you.

Here's to the hopeless romantic
the overly dramatic, shooting
pointless shots without any chances
All the young are easily falling in in love
and I'm wondering if I'm too old to die young

But I have the friendliest remarks
not being appreciated in the best regards
In the interests of only getting side hugs
Pestering as pesticides, to repel love bugs
drinking alone in the club—as if I go out enough
As if I have a lot of fun,
as if there's a party favour I'll find in any one

Though I swear the thought of it
almost cures my depressing thoughts
In questioning my worth, each time I make
a mistake during work. And putting every pain
of my day in every word
Worthy of the fact, I love to convince myself
how not to talk to girls

Though here I am; a someone amongst
the guys. Anxious to say hello, but giving
up the best smiles goodbye
I'm like with Wi-Fi; searching the crowds of who
to connect with. I'm single in always missing a
girl's signals

Connectivity—wondering who wants to
party with me. I was depressed all my life,
but only new what to call it at fifteen
The fifth of tins, storing up your emotions till
my later teens

As I haven't dated a lot of girls
girls so pretty, pretty much make me pretty
scared to talk to them. So I just say a rude joke,
and mix it with me sounding witty

And somehow being more open on
paper, then in person, and speech
I'm shy to sound as a preach,
stuck on scrolling screens, and sizing a peach
Interactions turning me red by my cheeks.

As I always accepted these words being
unheard. The author the world ignores
of their words. Is it just me feeling like the
saddest person on earth

Death in a room
his eyes are blackened tomb
everything ends dark, as it began in the womb
Born out of a wound
sewn by the desires of still having youth
But how long do we have, the many breaths
till death's stench—our time is so few

Dire hours; heaven's closest bird to their gates
rising to her, the same straits angels fell
The sight of which, burns all of my face
Earth was just a light version of hell, sometimes
as with tiny little devils in your head, exploiting
your days

Dearly disturbed—don't wake him up too soon
he's just resting his eyes, from seeing another
distaste for life. Wipe away his tears with a pillow
that soaks all his cries. Let him slip away into a
day's night

Doses of depression, he's on the drug of sadness
wrapped in linen—leaning on the leisure of
a moment's death. Given time to be called by
value. Soon after he rises.

             The sad Lazarus.

In the depth of the night
in the dead silent- thinking about suicide as a pass time
Wondering if I was a killer in my past life,
a passing life, passing interests in unfamiliar colours
In amongst the ideals of some men, not so ideal for others
close mindsets, but ideas all distant cousins
In an irony cliche— all the racism one could give
words seeming much darker on criticizing a dark skin

Throwing a scissors in the sea
cutting my blues, and slicing a sharp mind's eye
But I'm still a little blind in my doubts for a future to see
Fortunes match the brave; misery paved in the ways
of yesterday's mistakes. Not as concrete to proudly say
I belong to the streets
Simply cos of a veranda setting; I'm sort of in between,
in between crying in reality, and being lost in dreams
in between tucking hope, or untidy faithfulness of a loose belt
I smelt the wettness of her eyes, a shattered mirror of pain I felt
ice in her knees; she buckled sometimes in love
A girl who told me her story- un glory, the unholy of feeding
a desire, quicken by how many times the flesh will starve

A little boy in the corner forced to be a man
cornered by unrealistic rules to a hustle and sketchy plans
"I don't know what I'm doing," he says to those who don't
understand. "You're not a man if not blown by a woman's
gagging words, to say you've got a fan," so said the always
abused man

Cycle of events
the wheel of misfortunes, and a tired cliche
But who actually listens anyway- we all like to
pretend we're okay. Just moving on with our days,
mundane experiences; Monday blues everyday slowly
becoming serious. Series of events, another episode
in the seasonal depression, sleeping restless, in the
oppressiveness, and my saddened aggressiveness.

Feeling as less —don't you realize we're
all a little sad. Life that has made you feeble;
we're all sometimes this sad people
Sad people, sad people, sad people

Commitment and trust, a safety pin so small,
In the tapestry of bonds, they stand tall.
They shield and support, like a gentle embrace,
But one misstep, and the balance we chase.

Delicate threads woven, emotions entwined,
Unintended consequences, where hearts find,
A wounded soul, left in the aftermath,
When commitment falters, trust takes a path.

So cherish these elements, precious and rare,
Handle with care, for they're beyond compare.
For in the fabric of relationships, they reside,
A safety pin's power, when love is our guide.

Even in laughter,
With the brightest smile on display
We only see what's on face;
But at the end of joy-
A heart carries grief,
Listen carefully to hear it's breaks.

Even in accomplishment,
When all cheer on one's success
We only see their gains;
But at the end of fulfilment-
A hand once carried emptiness,
Hold carefully to feel it's regrets.

Laugh, as those around laugh with you;
Smile, as others put a smile on display
Show face, as all others want to be seen;
  But those who shared in your joy-
Are not always equal in all your griefs.

Accomplish, as all feel accomplished with you;
Succeed, and all would want your success
Show gains, as all others want to obtain;
  But those who praise your fullness-
May hold nothing to your emptiness & regrets.

   Leave their, such simple ways,
   Place a footing on all wisdom;
   And walk in the way of insight.

A saint's prayer,
—silent, misheard, unspoken
the chaos of the world is too loud.

Lyrics without thought, in this mind quick
to thwart what is an innocent thought

And to reminisce every mistake and fault
ostentatiously, by means to flaunt

There's that familiar sinner in my heart
for the dear me—a red poetic of the hart

I'm so quick in my faith to quickly doubt
despite the flaming desires I have of so much
will to display; but the fears are quick to dout

As the longing to be close to a cost
that of which my purpose is enough the amount
To mount in the fixed place of this mysterious world
lest must I spin my head countless times, and be whirled

As liken to a devilish smile; cheery of guilty cares
must I be trained to despise my lies
And be washed of immortality by a birthed virtues
****** bathed with necessary lyes

I thank Christ for such a sacrifice of an enemy
hoping joyously that he dies
His risen story has imparted a new colour to my
life; a permanent impact as it comes to dyes

As two words can sound and look the same—
steadfast is the love of God to allow me to be
saved by grace. As I often gaze at the words of
how His love remains the same

Unlike the lyrics in my head,
so quick to change

Weeping oneself to sleep – by these muddy
tears, and their questions of worth.

As the relentless sands of time erode a soul;
it's all too simple to feel like grains of river sand,
drawn by the currents of life, and banking on your
dreams; yearning for our stream of tears to lead
us to a flood of many successes.

For in those moments, we are but the weeping
sandman’s tears, drifting into the embrace of our
dreams, lost in the wet lament of our tears –

One day, we shall master the art of swimming!

A pitter-patter chorus in memory
plays a tune; yesterday's rain stuck
in the trees

A bird's whistle, a steaming cup
of rooibos watermelon & mint tea
waters both trapped in leaves

A dusty floor, swept and tucked under
a warm blanket- lost in the sounds
soundly sleeping I was

A sun peeps out of the corner cloud,
an after clearing of grey smoke, whispering mist
muddy water splash; split by passing cars

A creaking old door, swinging into the
mood of things- moving out of a dream,
I relocate into my very first step

A morning orchestra, as I yawn loudly as brass
instruments. The bells rings to wake me up
from this dream, and out of my bed

                        ...yet to face another morning

The wind and the sweetness
in the mix of this somewhat chilly day
I ordered an ice cream waffle; waiting
on my order while waiting on a gaining thought

I’ve gained peace, that which I thought impossible
Watching the passerbys, with a full mouth of ice cream
And behind it’s stain, was a genuine smile

In amongst the chaos of the random wind,
the jumping cheers of children on a jumping castle
The happy scary clown with white on his face
The flies trying to share in on my dessert,
and the eyes of those who had seen me alone

—I wasn’t alone;

Quite frankly I was far from feeling alone,
and feeling any kind of low

As with the tingling chills down my spine
of this really filling meal
It was to me, a moment so real;
I wouldn’t dare pinch myself to see if I was dreaming

And even if it were a dream,
twas a sweet one indeed
As all I needed was:
spoiling myself with something sweet indeed

It's only for those who know;
he seems not to know enough
about truly knowing the things about love
And how to speak of it with just a minor taste
of it in his mouth

Kissing so many strangers; kisses that start
to all feel familiar
Pointless shooting your shot; what's the point
if we're just victims to it's trigger
The victor of vigour, to prove your victory
of finding love
Oh only the foolish are the ones to see a present
victory, more than a future of successes
And for him,— it's all just another scar

My family is pretty tragic, and I don't fare well in any still
Just chasing a piece of magic for that taste of thrill
The amount of times I've done wrong, plays lyrics in
my head like a boring song

We grew impressed by curves saved in secret
vaults of our phone—it's a wonder how I can talk to girls
But it doesn't mean I was good at it before
A war inside of my eyes, I've been through a couple tours
With no resort to recreation, I'll resort to being bored
Life can feel a bourd, jesting kisses getting me hard like a board

Packing the load of weighing burdens
in the haul of dreams searching for a purpose
Penniless thoughts we grew up snatching from life's purses
And the only fear a teen had, was dying a ******

You could blame us being thirsty
always wanting to drown ourselves in success
Dancing swiftness in the crowd, but secretly depressed
I tell you my life before was such a mess
But you could never tease me enough to have that be the only
thing I confess

Thankfully the brokenness of my heart could be conditioned
to bring forth a new piece of a work of art
After every scar, the C of every cut becomes the T of time
for all my scars to become stars

My life is now the scars into stars!

Tell me;

when does the suffering end, when does the weight lift up,
of waiting on unanswered prayers? Who else is out there to
place all the blame on, when your self-blamed self blames
you right back?  

who do you believe in less, firstly - God or yourself?
When facing all of the four walls, whose pinned up walls
stand much stronger? Who is fed firstly – an empty stomach,
or your poverty’s hunger?

For I am beginning to rest myself on canine sugars – a mutt
chasing after the sweetness of biting their own tail. Whereas
your daily bread seems to have gone a bit stale!

I’m not ready to die; but then again – I’m not so willing
to stay. And that makes for this to be… a scary prayer!

At the scope of my own mind moving forward in life leaving the many things behind.
Strange to say, the man a few moments ago isn't the same today.

But then again, who is he if he no longer acts the same,
For in an average world we're all seeming plain. Dripping wet from the many tears of life, being like the rain.

Still I haven't rode through enough oceans of the many tears, for I fear being caught in all the commotion.
And only when I make it to a foreign land I'd have died of exhaustion.
From the idea of being in so many pictures but forgetting what it is to be posing.

So only then do I choose to learn, when the heart slowing burns out as the flesh rises to burn.
And I'll be fighting long days with the flesh, praying for blindness to rescue my eyes when they prey to looking underneath a dress.

So whoever chooses to meet by the scope, shall I save them a place.
But don't let me find you there at your fall of grace. Lest you fill me with worry.
And if that's how we only meet, truly I say I'm quite sorry.

Tell me,
what do you choose to live by –
Life’s script, or by Scripture?

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.

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.

Searching for a lot of things...

Searching for a purpose; so I maybe
know where to go,
Searching for a best high; when
life is keeping me low,
Searching for the lows; when my highs
get out of control.

Searching for a lot of things...

Searching for a reason; to justify the answer,
Searching for my joy; to cure all my
depression's cancer,
Searching for my feet; to pretend that I'm
a perfect dancer.

Searching for a lot of things...

Searching for trouble; as innocent
as I am,
Searching for ***;  just to pretend I'm a
man.

But the search hurts, like words in
a script of a painful verse.

Life has rehearsed.

With the cameras always rolling,
the pains are always emerging,
Everything is so controlling,
and I might not know where I'm going.

All I know-
I'm always searching.

So many lonely moments; as when the winds are blowing'
Just to capture a moment,  longing to see you again in focus
Dancing around corners, hoping you still miss me even
when I'm around

Cos I already miss me, knowing later on you have to be gone
Leaving empty songs in a guitar case;' chords I've played in
keys to unlock your heart

But I must have forget; to tie myself down, still thoughts of you
Walk all over on my mind; constantly in and out
all before I could even tie the knot

And am I love; yes indeed- by all of these stories in my head
Still searching for a love not yet found

                          Searching, searching, still searching...