I’m not afraid anymore
When thoughts wonder on
I’m not afraid
When time spells more, than my feline course
I’m not afraid
For what is it that one needs
To be complete in this life I own
Giving full everything I hold
Teaching me to live without it
I’m not afraid anymore

Paint thou a scenery of doubts
Enriched only by the essence of hurt
Forging forgiveness muted by love
As whom to escape upon, for patience of how's
Of whom must one be an architect of life .

For happiness has brought plight into many lives
And poverty seeks comfort at holy grounds
Pleading with shame to never deny its home.

But with gifts of deeds
I'm serving only what man's growth has to feed.

We watched as young fools play
Fowled by winnings brought to shame
Forming molds within ones heart
As fever sprung from soul to soul
But for meaning
They played the young fools heart
Streaming down its world of flaws
And feeding !
Structures meshed by hurt
Only timing benefits that one must score
As
We watched as young fools play

Poems you fool
Isn't synchronized only by what you choose
It's emotions and outputs you fuse
Binding reality by a fantasy we all wish we knew.
Poems you fool
Isn't only happy lies and good times in due
It's sadness and pain we hide with shame
So eyes will think of life as gay.
Poems you fool
Is more than rhymes and well known authors only known from riches they spooned
It's life being watered freely without repayments held by you.
Poems you fool
Is just like this one you cringed at
Pleading with ignorance to give you a say
So you can do away with the 'fool' I have sent your way

Excuses are perfect
Purging behind innocents
Leaving relentless, the shame of forgiveness
For what rewards can be reaped
From holy deeds ?
When sins form more roads to see
And youth sways bravely,
In
The painful words of hatred.
And only age knows of Nor’s
Of whether time was spent with love

Build a road accident
Have havoc celebrated within shrines
Season the combinations we hide
Bless profoundly the saints that wear blood on their smiles
And for simplicity
Lay your head upon a tomb
Without the engraving of a valid soul
And preach of dead doers, pleading for remembrance
That's the simplicity of this life
And yet we **** up in pride

Ballistic love, feeds upon my cup
Feasting only in the presence of lust
Sampling hurt’s, like vicious trots
As gentle sinners speaks of us.

But naïve is the channels we gain
For righteousness takes time to prevail
And the nurturing of desires relapses on precious tome
Comforting souls no longer in need of a home.

Sunny lanes crawl high up, upon my face
Watering steadily the flesh covered by faith
Leaving germination of the thoughts to sway
From winds that have not bent its way.
Soothing recklessly the times of gain
While earthly dependency grows crooked again
But contentment of fruits bared
Have fed more hearts in days
And rainy stairs replaced
Many sunny lanes every day.
But!
Greed knows its vein,
Its stream that flows from within
It carries all needs,
Even ones of desolation
And grim
Towards a root
Unable to stay anew.

His hugs were the night time warmth
Comfortably embraced, embedded for happiness and never disgrace.
Aromas swayed, while memories were made;
Yes!
I have missed him.
Paying debts only to have dents made, within these dreams I somehow possess.
A toll on my faith.
Yes!
I have missed him
But what empathy does ego give,
Pride and self worth has bolted its gates.
But what I would give for his warm embrace.
His hugs, his kisses, his touch., oh how long has it been.
Yes!
I do miss him.

I have seen the scorn of womanhood
Felt the seclusion of motherhood
Visualized the feelings of being misunderstood
But through it all, I have been left to doubt
The peels of life and every strip that dies.

And with time as keeper of my embalm future
I’m left to discern what more I can take
From family and faith.

Neglecting patience of how fast hope can play
And
Residing in the calmness of my past at stake

I challenge the wind that blows by, and scares me with its strong rage
I'll bring my wolves, and show it, how man controls all gales
I challenge the sea so mighty and free, with pride that it can flush away dreams
With pleasure, I will show how rain kneels before me
I challenge all that feels, superior to my inferior charity

Challenging, more than growth beneath my feet
I challenged wild roses that took seat in my field without my heed
Now they seek my favor, even though they're profound of rarity
I challenge all those, that nature bring forth, to intimidate me

I claim justice whenever, wherever the feeling of entail resides
For me I challenge all that shines bright, and night I hold with my might
No favors sought, no help in need of query, I feel above so many
I wish upon nothing more than my own throne

To challenge all those, who swore
I’m sure, of all that’s thrown
I doubt not, what I sow
I’m sure of what I know

Praises for the simple pleasures, string from century old souls
Clothing imperfection stained by insanity
As colors loose worth, thread by thread.
But duets of fantasies know too well
The ordeals of happy dreams
Mounted in satisfaction on plain satire
As my humanity resides amongst the earth
And my presence fits close enough to the end

Gauntlet adds beauty to happiness
Leaving calm the worn out pastel past
And now hosieries,
Adds to the sceneries
Making profoundly displayed
The attire of life

It's been a while
But the wind still rises
The change we all crave still wonders in plain sight
And forgiveness hasn't made effort to mend any ties
But it's been a while
And I'm alive in the keepers eye.

So on with the lies, and shaming of a life
Bringing templates with secrets and wicked eyes
Giving heed to pretenders
Who claim to have lived a mile, in sadness and demise
But it's been a while.

And without doubt I have seen what life has done to quiet minds
With ratchet love and little hope
But it's been a while
So i'll give it time.

How well the postures of sins,
Full of comportment towards life and its foes
Studiously unveiling the possibilities of hope
Withering profoundly by edges surplus
From wrangles of time and lust.

But rues are inevitable
And savored by many of us,
Whether gambled by the present or a past
Moribund by a future undone.

So note the consequences
Of what love can do
The silly pride of its excuses
And salute its behavior to all.

Apathy grooms what little faith I drew
Awakening firm, the fitted ground where my love should have known
Meek shame beams throughout my fears
Home is where I ought to be.

Dwelling within a house of gold, and yet I feel no core
Why so low on happiness
Why so masked by forgiveness
Why so ?

Born into moralities of false hope
It's treachery to be your own
And yet god has not pitied my soul.

I remembered yesterday,
I remembered
I saw my granddad, shaking an old friend’s hand,
They had so much more than just reminisce of memories,
You could have seen how much they’ve missed.
The soft hugs, teary eyes and smiling silence.
They had truly missed.

I saw, how tradition had reckon their past
And view, how beautiful a little moment can heal all scars.
I felt the sour scorn of how much hate, they allowed.
And grew anger, way more than much to endure.
They sat, and talked as any old couple would,
As if they we’re allowed, but time grew old,
It never flew, it grew and so much more too.

But as tradition had instilled, they’re lives we’re no longer theirs.
They had all grown so old, and thankful,
Thankful for that little moment of an hour.
And they hugged, that’s all they could have done.
I turned, disappointed in what no longer be.
But with my youthful mind, I turned back.
I saw their love.
A love that fooled a tradition, because it never died.
It was always there, hidden and protected

I hope one day you have the courage to run away from everything that makes you miserable
From everything that drains your soul
Eats at your peace, and darkens your world
I hope one day you stand in awe,
And pat yourself on the shoulder and say thank you for having patience.
I hope one day, you see that there's good from every bad.
And that every bad doesn't last long
I hope one day I'll see you
And know it was all worth it.

No differ have thee
In the air I breath
Nor is there any guilt to sink
A humans rage is as tranquil as the sea
For yet there are ways in which pain must be
But beneath ocean beds
Lies secrets kept far from thee
Leaving floaters in pain and agonies

No differ have thee
In the acceptance of defeat
Reaching for thin lines to save thee
In shallow dreams
One must know of anxiety

So no differ have thee
In the eyes that meet
Amongst love and beliefs
That subdue our feet

I never understood, how being a father was different
I never understood, how safety was felt from his presence.
I never could understood, why a father had to be free.
Was it me?
Was it only me, who saw the less need of one.

I have a father, I guess it's compulsory.
He's thicken in the mind, and coarser in the heart.
He's mine, that's the documents proof.
But does he feel like mine?

That I cannot proof, I'm not scared of him.
I'm scared to continue living with him.
I don't wish death to carry him, anywhere
I just wish, to grow further away from him.

I'm not motivated by his speech.
Maybe it's his mind, confused,
So I let him speak, his liquor helps a lot.
It gives him purpose, I assume.
Since he never stops.

I can never change the facts,
The facts that I have a father.
We all do, whether it be an orphan.
But to change him, not mind or soul.

That I cannot control,
He's one day bright,
He's one day night
Never a weather, to go out and play.

So if you have a father that surely not like this other.
You shouldn't be bothered, mine can be cheaper than a dollar.

So I have a father, and a mother, I have both,
But if you we're me, I'm sure
I'm sure
You'll prefer another.

What we have become
Shows clear in morning lights
Raising spirits beyond fitted growth
Ascetic as it may be
Health buckets the splendors of being happier
And leaving unanswered the question
Of why anger cannot be dishonest
Numbing hate with reasonings and Excuses
But triumphantly a society survives
Breathing differences more beautiful than before
And unequal in the holiest of ways

Below beloved, vanity and prosperity.
Anger and tranquility.
Foraged by emissaries of lies and deceit.

Below beloved, fables and reality.
An unwanted pregnancy,
For whose judgment should be used ?

Below beloved
A life without sentence,
With only pleasure’s grown bountifully.

Below beloved, desolation as time goes.
Has life been lost ?
Or has pain gutted from within its home.

Knackered to the bone, yet I say,
Below beloved.
Let the numen be in sovereignty
Let this life have its own merit,
My beloved.

A picture framed from pain
Brightened from negativity in a tin
Forced to be sold for more than its worth
That's the life she lives
Abstained from hope, forcefully on hold
With sweet lies to hold, but yet its cold
That's the life she lives
And with prayers grown in every word
No kingdom above has claimed her call
While many serpents shed new lives
She's stagnant in what may be right
That's the life she lives
And for the many souls she turns to for love
A profit they want from the little she owns
But at the end of it all
That's the life she lives
Without need for hope concealed by dormant love

I’ve seen strong trees grow on burial grounds
Mustered by many and every
Fertile and free
To stretch as far as it may see
With shade, with fruits
A strong tree for souls and me

Summer time knows, of heated words
It's burning gleams and painful feels
It's unwanted endings and burnt out dreams
A validated life, by the changes of time
As winter cools not, but freezes all minds.

What a decision to comply upon
Of whether nature knows, its purpose
By feelings of fever, autumn decides
Now bonds are built with hallow seats
Leaving I, to reach for a life

Poverty never dies in time
Neither does it want to
It grows faster than sun rays
Faster than fun times
Believe me as I say
I’ve seen it in the day
Clear without fade
Frail with more hate
Poverty never dies
For wealth has always stayed in its prime
And power made it, the one
So poverty will never die
And wealth will never cry

A totaling of benevolence
Conquered the coyest of artifacts
Dubbing the essentials given by patience and strides
While mankind bled for a tournament at life
And Daemons selected only the best of executants.

For pelf fostered greatly the denouements of entities
Taking prudence like time passing irrevocably
And snaring at what the future has brought to being.

Growth came, a baby no longer cried
A toddler no longer crawled
A child left without faith, no longer existed
Was I enough ?
An adult tried, but failed at trying
Deciding on who’s hand to hold.

Dance with the devil, or pray to god ?
Was I enough!
It’s not indefinite, what life has become,
But was I enough,
Was I enough for life.
Could I have stayed a little longer and saved myself or another child.

For who has it all to say,
I was enough.
When apologies lost direction
Purpose lost control
Having it all became distasteful.

Was I enough ?

Flaunted emotions fill my solutions
Marveling at the sweetness of your touch
I’m at lost without your love
The simplicity melt my soul
And I crave for your world
Never have I
Settled for a love like ours
For destiny never knew of how pleasures
could come home
But I have met you
And faith knows me now
And forever I will know yours too

To my mistakes, I pay tribute
Respect and remorse
To my blind faults
I salute your bravery
Without temptation and mockery
No resolution will undo you
Nor erase your existence
For mankind has done itself injustice
Bragging your years with it
Democracy in being free
Fits ironically
So to you I lay a gold carpet out
For no red has stood justice
A new year without expectations
Another try at fixing
What we ought to let be

The more life feeds
The more anger I create,
Humbly I cry for passage, through hard times
Devastation within ones mind.

I'm sourcing hope from unsure love
Begging reflections to adore little efforts
But a persons freedom blooms only from winnings
And I have kissed the devil, giving all my medals.

But anger not the doings of others
As I've learn't to kiss the dust walked on by false honors
So why seclude emotions that differ
When only hurt flowers upon both that whispers

Soon it will be
The end of another creation
The end of a generation
A bruised esteem of faith and beliefs
A child without need
Soon it will be.
The complex hate in retrograde
Molting hurt into foundations for worth
And saddling forgiveness by the wealth it gives
Soon it will be.

Assure me, persuade me that I have not seen
Let me believe, my imagination got the best of me
Let guilt consume, filter my thoughts into misleading me
I have not seen, what my tongue perceive
Through years, I’ve abused, words I’ve choose
I’m saturated, with emotions unfolding in my throat
Assure me, I’m palpable, over my head with dreamy things
I’ve carved out my own thoughts.
Make me believe, I’ve airbrushed this dream
Just so to satisfy my greed
Have I presume, have I refuse, I must have presume
I’ve entailed my thoughts to presume
I’ve seen misdeed, that’s my tune
What proof have I, to subdue this court
My sight, has not been a warrior to call on
It’s long gone, that day
But sadly replayed, over and over again
In this small elfin I tote
Make me believe, I’m infirm, depress and wrong
Help me wash my thoughts
Cleanse my mind of all I bought
From visions I will never be assured of
Help me say
I never saw dad lay in bed with you my dear sis

How little of I
To be seen as purity in time
Spearing gratitude towards restitutes of mine
Toppling by, at decisions left untied
For riches have lost its rights,  
And poverty embraced the heart on time.

But whom am I to stifle at ones own life
And say how a-strayed the mind has dinned.

One, two
Where do you bloom
Beneath veils or above dreams ?
Lofting for lies, forgotten by its own signs
Or wielded by desperate times.
For !
The waves of life sometimes rise and fall.
Unable to give full, a blossoming desire.

But for whom should approval be given
Tormenting the mornings that’s a given
Seeping sheers of frustrated beings
For a life, too continuous for its own reasons

Home, stay with me
Play a song for memories
Hold pillows close enough for many tears
Help the needy within me
Find hope and faith for me

It has been a year
Trusting in faith
Feeling freedom from sins
For now dreams cost nothing
Asking statues for hope, reasons for pain

It has been a year
And seldom grown, is faith
In memories and dreams
Are we done, is it over between us ?

It has been a year
A year stooped below hope.

Duties steered the heart away
Leaving guard
The brain that plays
Oh !
How naive of faith
Believing youth knows it’s way
Taking thrills from what age says.

And masking the beauty of being wrong
From delusional lies to insignificant fights

Oh !
How perfect is it to be here.
Doing duties
Without a soulful pay

Fraudulent are emotions and dreams
Mincing outcomes by single grains of hope
Balancing shame of desires
For gains without essence

Love not, the soul unsure of a home
For its course has never settled for hope
Only wishing on pigments
That life knows it all

I'm upheld by guilt, a broken home and fake wealth
A transparent faith and loud plays of a little happiness
And with dignity I say I'm free
Free of sin
Free of bad deeds
And free from all that man fears.

But negligence is a hidden stream
And emotions rupture the calmness of its feels
Pushing out all negative claims of what it must feel
And giving plain to the lies we all fail to hide.

For me, it's time against dreams
And pain against what I must show to these I call my peace
So for what its worth
I'll let my heart take its course
And place pleasures in the moments that comes unrequited
By the reflections of my actions.

I built a home, from broken woods
I built a stream, through crooked floors
I built a life, without any need of hope
I built so many homes
With breezy milieu, a beauty I once sold
With quirky smiles, you couldn’t ignore
With gala of all sorts
Those are homes I’m known for
Missing shores?
You won’t need those, I built streams that fill all kinds of souls
I lay beside them, just to make sure of their flows
To see that life has not left home.
I built homes, more and more
I built pass dusk and so much more
I built, but never owned
It’s odd, when you decide to change old floors
It’s featureless, even after the grand tour
Homes I built, never broke down before
Now that you’re here, they’ve struggled to hold grimes
And I,
I struggle to have them sold

There are daughters that burst boils on a fathers face
Mine prefers an argument over why I shouldn’t be right
There are those daughters that are reminded they are loved
While I am enlightened as to why I shouldn’t be loved
There are those who knows what a father is
While I ask every man what a man is
There are those daughters that can cry on a fathers shoulders
But I have to find remorse and comfort amongst four walls
There are those daughters that accomplish miracles
While I search for fuel in strangers to make it to the moon
There are those daughters
And then there is me

Show me
Pleasures and every equal reaction
The gasping love of infinity
That molds expectations
A wide eye view of love and comfort
In my feels I know
Where I should go
The happy times are at ease
And feelings blitzed on
But help drowns fear
And alone am I.

Confused by emotions
Rotten within souls
Grasping life from every breath taken
A sinner knows
The depth of my pleasures
And many would say
The scorn of womanhood
Stands here.

But I am trying
Maybe !
But I am lonely.

My little home knows
Of broken locks
And misheard knocks
And even through thunder and storm
My Little home knows
What comfort should hold
When days are harsh
And agonised are our faith
My little home knows
When strangers come more than love ones do
My little home knows
Just what to do
When pain sweetens our hate
And shed what little compassion remains
My little home knows
For my heart has been my home
All these years

I’m fed up
Of wanting love and it’s touch
Of pleading with wrongs and lust
And of speaking truth, only to be abused.
I am fed up
But time drags heavy on my life
And moments come shorter than natural
And sometimes prayers becomes like a drug
Applying only to what society allows
But I find myself still hanging around those wattles
Still reaping hope from my troubles
And even though I know my downfalls
There’s still respect to never ignore its wonders
But !
I am fed up
Of this entertainment I somehow manage to sum up.

A life in fleet
Earning more than keeps
Reluctant by the many selfish acts of beliefs
Even through prosperity.

As a world would see
Wealth and prosperity
A life would feel
Disbelief and irony
Fighting for hope in dimmed sunlight
It’s all a journey we never reach.

A life in fleet
Will be the end of me
A life in fleet
Could be the end of me.

I don’t wanna be a victim of it
But it seems as if it has already made way into my home
It has picked my locks, or maybe bribe my dog
Or even found passage through my windows
I don’t want to loose to it
I don’t want to tell myself I have lost
The thought of being brought down by it
I guess has already given it a point
But I’m in my corner, with worthy weapons
And even though, there’s no more turns
I place my back deeper into the wall and hope I make it out alive
Make it out and say anything’s possible
I hope I survive and stand fully prideful, and say I know what I was doing
Even if I was blank throughout it all
And praying someone rescues me
I hope I’m not a victim, or anything near it
Maybe a survivor, but still I was attacked by it
I want to say I can help you, whenever it pops up again
And show how massive my heart is to feel its pain
Even though it strangled me into pointy corners
That tore flesh and pierce bones from my shield I once hold
I’ll show it how sweet forgiveness is, how gentle it feels
I’ll let it know, and I’ll say
Suicide your not scary anymore, I drew you alive
So I can draw you a smile

The dark man has always entice me
Never short of flavor
Never lacking etiquette
And never impotent towards a woman’s heart
With melanin so pure
I wonder what more do they have in store.
Even with systematic abuse
They have stood firm in being the greatest creation ever produced
Racism forges hate towards their race, but many do see what a waste it would be
To hate and discriminate
The dark man’s race
For what crime have they commit
That differs from what we all have did
The dark man is my wish
And surely it should be your wish.

I'll try the other
To please my inner
To set free that feature
So life can be called the winner
I'll try the other
To please my sinner
To set free that winner
So life can be called my inner
I'll try the other
To please my failures
To set free what shame hurts, without me to consider
So I can be something more than someone's vision

Surreal sins faced the contagious beliefs of life. Feelings forgive blindly what was once felt, and loudly concealed hurts of others. Making well the ill not easily seen, assuring years there’s more to come even In the darkness of happiness. Seating too often calmly besides guilt, inked dreams stained the outcomes of reality.
Retirement squanders all of its faith, deciding independently what happy sights should be