Back home? ", you still screaming in the back room
I had a dead noon, you gatta leave soon
You playing the street tune, this tune
How i hate it
Change a bit i paid quit he said he will leave you
I hate that i can read you, if i could re-do i would not re-do you,
Oh sorry did i riddle you
Blindly loved this fool sadly i went on to wed you
Mad over you had to
You sold me a different character not the one i have now
What happened to her..... That sweet girl who shared a dream with me
Who saw beyond the thick blue sky
Who used to dance in the sunlight and let the rays make music on her skin
What of she has she forever been buried....

I want to love you how i did
Breathe those sweet thoughts u sprayed when i came home fatigued
Catching me with a warm smile and lustful eyes
I loved you then

Then i lost you to the vultures
Who bred off your youthful flesh
And went on to bite a piece out of our love
You let them
You let them in
With big round bellies carrying the hearts of our lil young sisters and broken marriages
I hate that you let them
Paint our weather into their own forecast
Why stay
Why stay
When love has packed olready.........

I say leave
With a please
How polite right?

You little wise words jotted on scrambled paper
A moment's thought
Captured with sentences
Phrases perfected in rhyme n rythm
Telling emotions and pains

The ball runs on the field
Leaving prints of emotions to yield
Love, hate, anger, happieness on print they are sealed
Layer by layer feelings are reviled
Like onion each layer is pealed
In the strength of the ball stories are told.
In the resistance of the field feeling are shared
On the paper emotions are inked

This ink
Yes this ink keeps spewing what's in my heart and mind
This ink keeps bringing the past from behind
In narrow lines of sentences
The universe judges what the sentence is
Rhythm and pain
Rhyme and reason
What began as a grain
Has grown in its season

I give honor to this journal for it knows all my pains more than anyone else
I jot down every single event that took place when life kicked me down
All thanks to the ink and paper I picked myself up and dusted it off
It's now that I can say
This ink and paper is my bestfriend
For it has been with me through thick and thin

Do not mind my decisions
These deceased emotions
River my thoughts
Ts rot claws on them
And feed them
This disgusting way of thinking

If
if we really trust in God
Why do we lock our doors???