Anything Me Knows,



                  Me Knows.

then soon I shall be forty



           is it then
              when
I shall begin to live?

I gatta work hard
Really hard
Give my daughter something
To idolize
Cause mum wanted a famous father
Well I will give you that
Cause you mean a lot
I go take the world into my palms
If it that will make you
Look into my eyes
With those twinkle little eyes
Again
None matter how heavy
It will weigh upon my shoulders
For you I will pull on further
Even a mile more when I have walked a thousand
1001 are just numbers
Figures to count our blessings
Well we won't use numbers baby
We not the einsteins
But by Bernini's works we are the
Illumination
We in the heavens baby
We the stars and moon
Exposed for political gains
Daughter see dad is a soldier
His wise too
He don't fight wars we would never win
Dad is warrior
His smoke signals shall be seen

without doubt
One day I shall leave you.


f.        o.        r.        e.        v.        e.         r

Stare paper, stare back
Shall I permit you to be blank
Liberated from the atrocities that make us the beings we are
The sins of our fore fathers that haunt us in our sleep.
They signed away our lives on blank papers and now our souls belong to the human devil.
Now we stare at the paper while it stares back at us
Now the paper binds us
Shall i permit you to be blank?

Stare paper, stare back
Free of Restless hearts chasing love
Age breathing down my neck
Dreams yet to become
And the blood on my hands
Blood of men who died for possessing an opinion
Stains the paper thats stares back at me
and i wonder
Shall i permit you to be blank?
When my kids' kids shall cry of a crime i did not commit,
Shall i permit you to be blank?
When all i know is suffering
And pain
I will not leave you blank
I will write till my fingers bleed no more
till there is no space on the paper that stares back at me
And maybe just maybe it won't stare back.

there was something about him
that could not keep my mind at ease

my fingers fidgeted,
I wanted to scribe these things.

i had to bring Augustus to life
so you may also Believe

you have to choose
its either us or her
I chose them
subliminally I chose her too

When the poor man
Opened his eyes to see what he can
He met her eyes again
They glowed like fine gold
They welcome like you have found home
And everything vanished
But her eyes alone
And again the poor man
Was lost, bounced way out of realtime