in love with your smile
the way you make me laugh
and make me happy
my heart’s been shaking lately
dark clouds upon me
demons fighting my little faith
seeking for inner peace through
these puns and metaphors

in love with your soul
the way your spirit easily depicts
my elastic emotions and illusions
my heart finds comfort in all the lust
watch me enter the room of doom
where books and dreams descend
before me like your sins directing me
to your forest of mystery and captivity

How dare you go ghost on me
been left with holograms of love's perfect picture
How dare you **** me dry
been left with inanimate liberty of love’s collapsebility
I’m empty and afraid too
aren’t there traces of me stuck on you
cause your presence still lingers over my soul
I’m empty and gloomy too
my body would take countless shots for you
cause your spirit collides with my inner peace.

nostalgia calling my name
my heart racing
my mind searching for inner peace
let's make love while the moon's still dancing
bite my lip and allow me to engrave
myself into your soul and memory

melancholy waiting somewhere behind the morning
my soul drowning
my mind flattered by an aurora
cover my skin with the spirit of saudade, frowning
touch me and remind me who I am
in the lust of ever after.

art isn't a thing
it is a fractured composure
misunderstood by defiants
yet rises to better expectations of reliance

art is praised
through the melodies of random kindness
through the pictures of story-telling
through the written speech of your imagination

art is a soul
that is purely intoxicated
pre-judged with mere perfection
consoling the lightworker in you

art is you
bestowed to eradicate mediocrity
created to being inanimacy to life
distinguished for an exciting simplicity.

my words; my weapon
my thoughts; my trigger on this paper
my canvas, my heart
my consoler; your thighs
my comforter; your chest
my escapism

your mind; my escape
your body; my fortune teller
your energy, your special subtlety
your hands; my resting place
your eyes; my luminous path
my mine

pain in my thoughts
love sounding like something
that’s perfect to tie up with bitterness
reluctant sadness breeds in silence
consciouness germinates in the darkest fantasies
“who am I to thine soul?”
my thoughts dipped in regret
my heart dipped in darkness
my voice swimming in lies
and my lips drowning in deception
my mind sinking in sudden death
feelings wading under water
where I retract our intact desires
and restore our dying connection
hurt me until you feel the satisfaction
deceive me for as long as you can
play mind games and rip my heart apart
contradict the blindness of our love
or damage the salt of my soul
with the murk of your demons.

the connection we had
the beauty we saw in stars during
the night of making love to one another
your body reaches my mindset on cloud nine
every inch of you is impeccable
thinking of how you got me
wrapped 'round your little finger
would be the sweetest mind trip
i'd have to explore
feeling so nostalgic right now
cause the type of moon that's crawling in the sky is your favourite
and it reminds me of your beauty
the perfection of your seduction
the infatuation of your intoxication
the earth itself appreciates your presence
endulging the blue scent that is your soul
peaceful, truthful .. glorious source of energy
your voice haunting my thoughts
losing myself to the melody
my heart plays when you find
comfort in my hands
and let me slide into your thighs
where my emotional senses are retraced
as i continue to embrace the edges of your temple
i recall your perfect imperfections.

I knew I would hurt you
but I always lost my mind
in the presence of your ****** activities
thinking it was genuine love
pure ****** subdued our emotions
for a while our lust was fire-burning
your skin crawled to every fibre of my being
we were in love, just for a sad moment
I remember holding your hand and I got a wrath which was there
since that we are not good for one another
our paths shared the same vision
but a sad reality was a result of our endless broken dreams
our mind became blurr
dignity often obscure
the scent of your loving arms
would die freely in mine when winter comes
but my eyes went blind when I didn't see you
and my ears went deaf when I didn't hear the melody of your voice
but only the sound of an endless pain.

craving intellect rain of thoughts
surroundings filled with serenity
recalling life introspectively
respective to the cores and layers of earth
positive energy and abstract propane reflection
vibrations of a hero
self-consciousness reaches selflessness
victory at the palm of his hands
grace as the structure of his body
windows of his soul as bright as the healing moon
he listens.. to the creator that never slumbers
freedom released the light worker in him
peace and blessings were a product of his faith
remincsement of the reluctant wisdom power
self-motivation inspired in his final hour
mind is as grey as the trees' shades
confort inn beginning of purity's blades
life begins. . .

on this paper confesses my pen
about my love for you on these hands - your protection has secured my mind,
your permanent place of bullying me
your affection has tormented me
to never escape these exit wounds
your love has boundaries
to either enter a beautiful nightmare
or arrive in a darkened reality
i hope you reach and mend my fragile heart
take my hand and i'll show you around the world
and i'm sure your beauty would
make a rush hour stand still
like the globe does
where your floral securities blend
with my lowkey subtlety
creation becomes our very own nature
infatuation is nothin' new to your flaws
radiance and ambiance
to thee verse i preach of your soul
when a goddess is walkin' down
the streets of love
allow me to be yours and yours alone.

1999
You were conceived into rebirth
we had folks to share
memories to build
feelings to bare
peace and love in our field
melancholy stirred up in my heart
confusion occured in my mind
to think 15 years later you'd be related to my art
books to read, hugs to give
happiness to breed, vibrant life we'd live

1999
I can't remember you
or the times where I'd hear you cry
I was 1, and didn't know what to do
but I'd contemplate on seein' you fly
I miss you
I know one day I'll see you.

coffee wouldn't soothe his pain
blood wouldn't flow right in his vein
books are his love, his companion
the pages were the reflection to his dominion
*********
His body took a long walk of despair
his thoughts so paralyzed, no spiritual repair
melancholy triggered his burning bridges
no recall or a sight of purity
life and death was lying next to him
heart so cheap, so unfortunate
but his soul reached out
and whispered, "clarity is a state of mind"
Deception broke his happiness to bare
a goth's retreat would never compare
the darkness inferiorated his peace
kindness was so rare - death called his name
heart so desparate, so lost
but his soul reached out
and whispered, "clarity is a state of mind"
Ear occlusion and concussions were his gravitation
reluctant sadness killed his meditation
no recognition or understanding from his peers
body kindled its way to the hearts of people
he know not his worth, his birth
heart so fragile, so irregular
but his soul reached out
and whispered, "clarity is a state of mind."

Why think of happiness
When all you experiencing is pain
Why deceive your heart with gladness
When there isn't Christ to crown your faith
Why think of the light
When all you do is sleep in the darkness
Why weigh your soul with peace
When all you do is surround yourself with demons
Why are you living?
Why are you dying?
Why are you sacrificing your gift of life?
Why isn't Christ Jesus your saviour?
Why do you cry day in and day out
When all you do is accept deception
Why do you cry day in and day out
When all you do is disregard wisdom

Blissful
Love penetrates through a brokenheart
Peace elevates a soul to meet its art
Happiness creates a home of loving arms

Peaceful
Love penetrates an origin commonality
Peace elevates a lost soul's spirituality
Happiness creates an acknowledged personality.

Come clean, soul
comfort thy heart and make it whole
call your redeemer and make Jerusalem your home
count your blessings, may the grace cover that hole

Come clean, soul
breathe in serenity of meditation
birth a mentality of pure levitation
break the intoxicated deception

Come clean, soul
repent, crave for wisdom and more
rebirth, crave for peace and glow
rebuild, crave for a righteous path and grow

Come clean, soul
comfort thy heart and make it whole
call your redeemer and make Jerusalem your home
count your blessings, may the grace cover that hole.

Born
In
Reality
Towards
Higher
Diligence
And
Yielding

A new life is born
in reality of a new dawn
towards higher diligence
and the soul yields for better intelligence.

Pretty bird
you sound so pretty when you cry
Do you cry 'cause. . .
You lack the wings beside you,
you can't self-express yourself,
you feel nothingness in your precious heart?

Pretty bird
please don't die
spread your light and love to this unnatural universe,
we need your life. . .
I worry, why're you so pretty yet can't fly
Please don't be defiant to yourself

Pretty, pretty bird
Please don't die
for you sound so pretty when you cry
you cry 'cause I plainly paint my words in recreation of our wilderness,
'cause together we flock in time
don't be shy, for I'll be your wings
that neither the rain, nor the heavy cold winds will stop you & I.

I am a soul
with a formidable character
with a haven-piercing eye
a heart made of a *** of gold

I am a king
with everlasting authenticity
with a roar of a lion
fearless, like a peacock's feathers

I am audible
with an aroma filled with audacity
strange oke living in simplicity
with a mind travelling in Paradise city

I am a child of God
born of the Holy Spirit
in thine I bow in obedience
thus attitude of gratitude is lived.

smell the serenity of his soul
his, that longs endearity
that disfigures infidelity
that mistrusts commonality
his soul is more that it meets the eye
speeded up like a love train when it sees you
you, where it gives the needed attention
the love and affection
where the fibre of thine heart is transfigured
off to your hiding place
where the fire will be made
through the transmigration to a beautiful soul.

Am I wrong?
to still feel the first sight infatuation
to write you sweet serenades or poems
to say I love you?

Am I wrong?
to show you off through paper & pen
to entitle my heart to you
to wanting to feel you?

Am I wrong?
to needing you
to wanting you
to loving you?

Positive
Energy
Activates
Constant
Elevation

it was love at first sight
the very first time my mind found a different path - positivity
i'm a free spirit focused on levels of having fun
relevant choices, relevant decisions
in a point of insouciancy
a peace of mind acknowledged .

Let me in, so I can ***** your soul
under waters, I can edify my own
silent noise, and your voice takes control
like loud whispers of soul music
your eyes sharpen my heart
gestures may rest while my writing takes a stand
minds collidin' in the inside of space
touching of bodies takes time, no pace
you're designed from the deep-end of my soul
like a sculpture standing tall in abundance.

the essence of the colour white
where an angel's intrusive manner triggers
a spiritual union, sudden character unleashed
the essence of the colour blue
a vision transmitted into reality
a spiritual union, sudden charater blemished
the essence of the colour violet
it's there to tranquilize a soul
a spiritual union, between you & I.

one, two steps in the wilderness
hoping to find your resemblance
three, four glimpes on the streets
hoping to find a glance attraction
five, six inches from the moonlight
hoping to find a bright future ahead of us
seven, eight "yes's" from the tip of your tongue
hoping to find my arms around you
nine, ten steps to paradise
where the world will find you & I .