its quite funny
how people change
you think you know them
but you dont

its like
you just never know
what to expect

people change
they change all around you
like the leaves of fall
signifing the forthcoming winter

people just come and go
you need to learn to expect it
sometime they just leave your life
for no just reason

but sometimes life
doesnt give you
all the answers

(b.d.s.)

as i walk down
the streets of my neighbourhood
i take life in a whole new perspective

the night's hustle
brings forth clarity
to one's eyes
it wants to be one - daring me

i surround myself
with the sounds
that make the night alive

i inhale the night's forthcoming
i taste the west coast air
on my tongue
the slight breeze
gently tickles my skin

i see the exquisite rawness
of the night
everything is black and white
colour is absent from sight

black and white thrives here
from the city sights
to the cars headlights
everything works in unison

the night's passing clouds
remind me
of who i am
where i come from
why im different

but  the moon holds
a secret unlike any other
it believes

(b.d.s.)

see,
lies are like a cigarette
you smoke and smoke
till your heart cant take no more
then you are gone

these black sins
ruin me everyday
as i inhale them
eroding me away

they freeze my mind
from what is the truth
like icicles frozen
on a cold winter day

this poisonous inhalation
weakens me
as life
acts as my dealer

suppling me with a lethal dose everyday.

these black secrets
freeze me in a state of denial
for i can only breath the lies
im told everyday

the lies
suffocate me
so i can not inhale the truth
it wages war in my mind

but one day,
i shall asphyxiate out of
this frozen trance
i will inhale

and inhale the truth
i shall blow away
the pained lies

i will be free.

and the cigarette
shall be extinguished
and i may be calm
and free once again

(b.d.s.)

everywhere is white.
white is all i see.
it is beautiful.

as i look out my window
these tiny orbs of white
float towards the ground

these little circles
magnetize towards the ground
like they were meant to be one

i look at these white drops
and think about how this could be
our destiny

this could be us
we can form from little round circles
and turn out to be

a great big snowball.

(b.d.s.)