Winter

Winter Nov 2015

If dreams were a metaphor for love
His sorrowful soul will live in my mind
His spirit will drift like a beautiful dove
Then depart and leave nothing behind

If he that walks through the cold night air
Can feel the quiet love his body has lost
No sound nor wind can change the hair
That now lingers with a little bit of frost

If I were to join the man on this sweet night
All his grace and his love unified within me
I will take his hand with no shame or fright
To truly capture what the eye cannot see

The beginning of the end. The start was alive and then there was no finish.
Like the night we stayed endless..

Winter Nov 2015

2 Days

Prescription drugs
They my only love
Back in the days
Deep in the 80's faze
We play, blaze
In the front yard of maze
Mother was a stoner
Father used to **** her
Beat her choke her
Gave her the kiss of death
And where she laid
He danced on her grave
My brother cried
Our hearts went numb
Remembering the song
She used to hum
Running her hands
Through our hair
We whispered her stoner prayers
The lily song she sung
'pon our ears it hung

'hypocrites and parasites become men at night
don't lay too close or you'll catch a fright
just take these chains away and set me free
remove me from this ******* and
then we can agree'

Prescription drugs
They my favourite love
Whether you black
Or be it blind white
The streets of Babylon
Be too dangerous at night
He made us run
Before we could walk
The road was rough
Our feet like chalk
The slave in me
Never be free
(Never be free...)
And in the dark
The parasite come
Grind the sweet kush
Between my legs they come
The sound I make is none.
My soul be broke
My mind be stole
******* so tight
No control

But nothing can compare
To the Creole bird
My mother love us sweet
Her hands through our hair
As we whispered for her
The Stoner Prayers

Winter Nov 2015

dear W

every night I feel your love
white, pure like heavens dove
when you're gone, I yearn again
to burn this soul- you leave me plain

every night you keep my soul still
lotus' peace, you mastered your skill
without your touch I feel heavy pain
my suffocated heart now black with taint

every dreamless night makes me cry
(I cry) the world's tears- it ***** me dry
I fall for the free spirit that possesses thee
I kneel when you cannot bless me

your power leaves me bound helpless
heaven's presence is only water I confess
you're all gone at once my hands fail
you've fled my life, my love cannot prevail

perhaps it is naive to believe that love is the purest thing of all. the heart can be restrained by the mind haunted by society

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