For nights like this,
Give me something strong to drown it all

There's a sort of tension between us.
It isn't love,
It isn't lust.
We're both damaged and it brings us close.

I have spent my worst days with you
I have spent my best days with you
Yet I live everyday, without you.

I am a friend and a lover.
I am a lover in a friend and a friend in a lover.
Two can co-exist.

If I die young, do not mourn me.
Throw me a party
Wear bright colours to my funeral,
Make it a festival.
The world was dark enough,
Make my exit bright.

A walk through the journey of life,
taking a stroll on the beach side
Looking into oblivion as the sea meets the sky
The dark of nights engulfs my soul
poisoning my mind and raising questions.

"Who am I?"
"What do I stand for?"
"Do I have a purpose?"

The questions echo in my head,
the darkness mocks me with silence
and then it struck me.
My existence was never  meant to be.

A kiss
A cold kiss,
A kiss that drains the soul and leaves you empty,
A kiss of doom that requires no chemistry
A kiss with an unwanted partner, one we all avoid.
A kiss that stops time; your time
The inevitable kiss of death that breaks the heart
One that brings a sour mood and tears, one that hurts your loved ones.
A kiss we'll all get eventually.
Brace up for The kiss for it can't be missed.

The anger in me, one I choose to show no one.
The anger in me, which no one could ever understand.
I could let it out, but that would be a disaster,
I bottle it up, but that's another type of disaster.
What do I do to make it stop?
Oh! I know,
I'll just keep it under the mask of my smile.

A material as soft and silky as a velvet
with a sweet scent like lavender
bringing me the creamy sight
staining the coffee brown,
enclosed in a fleshy bracket.

My daily dose of brewed coffee,
sourced from the depth of nature,
from the origin of my being.

Let me sip from your honeypot
and savor the sweetness of life,
My African Woman.

We live in a world
Where the wrong things have become right,
We live in a world,
Where our happiness depend on the rules,
We live in a world where our lives are written in pixels.

Where did we lose it,
Our purpose in life?
Where did we lose it,
Our freedom to live?

Take me back to the time,
When all we had was life.
Take me back to the time,
When family was key.

For in this time I live,
I have no freedom.
In this time I live,
I have no family.

All I have now is pixels,
Colorful and attractive,  
Dictating my life style,  
While I forget how to live.
©Yonwato

Have you ever seen a lion in the jungle?
Or a macaw in Amazonia
Have you seen a crocodile in the swamp?
Or a squirrel in the woods
Maybe you saw a whale in the ocean
Or a grizzly bear in the forest.
Did you notice their emotions, because they feel happy.
They are at home.
Where they feel content,
And that is how I feel when you're around me.
Filled with vigor and joy, never expecting anything to go wrong.
But am I right to feel at home with you?
Are you the one for me?
Perhaps I'm wrong to be happy with you.
But I don't want to be without you 'cause I may never be at home.

To not cry is a blessing and a curse
A blessing 'cause it hides your pain
A blessing' cause it shields your grief
But most of all, it is a curse
One that boxes up your emotions
One that leaves you defenseless
One that denies you allayment to grieve
One that let's you seem so strong when you're weak
One that leaves devastatingly flustered.
The kind of mixed feelings you get from the frozen tears that never falls is one that leaves you overshadowed by darkness.

You're too much for me
Too much pain to handle
Too much stress to go through
Too much love to for me to have
And all that because
I'm cowardly and weak
And I run from the strong.