Many paths have taken me on many roads! Wouldn't you like to know? 

But before I write this poem do you know your up from your bottom?

Do you have a place you can go wen confusion is all around your world? 

Now let me take you on this road of many paths that as far as I know only two people have been bold enough to go.

The storm may be asleep on the top of the ocean! Cuddled up tight warm and cosy at the bottom. 

Sometimes the bottom of the ocean is the only place to be, you see the storm at the top is filled with emotions lost in the winds. 

See that path coming up in the words that I write? That path has no end to its darkness lost in the night. 

So dark on that path my hands struggle to write, you can play hide and seek on this path but there's no were to hide.

Many paths so many questions? Many roots different destinies! They all seem to lead to that one place called love.

But wen you get there Love has left long ago sleeping on one of the other many paths.

JidosReality 4.2.17

Tasty treats amazing me. So many words chasing me. All asking me questions is it my turn Jido is it me? 

Imagination coming alive! Cover your ears and just maybe you'll hear it smile. I took a letter flipped it over left it dizzy for a while. 

Words addicted to me! Tasty Treats inviting me into this poetry's fix, pens running around searching for ink shaking uncontrollably. 

Poem book snappy snappy! Withdrawal symptoms many letters missing. The Alphabet needs re-mapping.

Cravings searching.... but the compass is missing it's lost in many sentences that are broken and hurting. 

Tasty Treats amazing me.. Words falling out of the sky hand picking me. 

JidosReality will let you into a secret thats free! words only crumble wen you don't allow them to speak.

JidosReality 1.2.17

This Poem was written to me by Loneliness.. It screamed at me and said 

This Poems about Me Only Me To Remind me..

You a paper cut version of a book with out a story.

Empty like the wind always lost searching for a breeze, hollow as the pen that's leaking all it's ink.

Sad as a clown watching people laughing at you searching for you face in a crowd. 

You a stick in a match-box covered in snow, you the boy with the big heart that no body wants to keep safe and hold.

Surely been a looser is better than not been picked, you have no one I'm the only emotion that chose to not leave. 

I'm your lonely happiness your lonely love, I'm your lonely anger I DO! But no one else cares who you are.

You just like the tittle of this poem Sleeping Words.. Now take my hand Loneliness has some were we can go.

JidosReality 4.2.17

The words coming out from this poem were sad!

This memory I had hidden away had found away to get out. My pen embraced it knowing every word would break it. 

As i looked at my pen and it's ink winked at me, I whispered to it you not ready to write this memory. 

my pen lashed out angry at me! Dropped out from my hand reminding me it's the reason I'm able to breath. 

It's ink has been loyal to every memory I have let free, it makes me smile when I write reading words that are so deep. 

So my poetry stepped in put my pen in my hand, told us we need each other, with out either one well both go mad.  

So I allowed that memory to speak! The pens ink began to think from happiness and all laughter to the madness so much sadness.

My pen begged me to stop writing, understood why this memory was hidden away from reality. 

My question was not been answered! So i asked again? Can I eat the ashes of your burned figed leaf? 

But the time stopped ticking a broken pen is all I had in my hand not breathing.

JidosReality 9.10.16

Slow down for a moment shut up and listen! My depression turned me in to a crazy poet turning words into lunatics. 

Sitting in a square room around a table with the mad ones, suicide whispering in my ear it's time to get out.

The mad ones in the room screaming that the voices in they heads are trying to get out. Call me honest wat ever iv been already Labeled a lunatic! 

Have you ever stood in front of the mirror watching your own reflection cut it's self with every memory that makes it go sick? 

Every word that I write tries to mend the SCARS hidden inside somewhere playing hide and sick. Padded cells decorated with silence.

Medication boxes light you up like matches, therapy sessions leave more questions than answers.

Love trying to be explained! Pain trying to be explained! Emotions all mixed up in this bowl that has no name. 

Crazy poet JidosReality ask Majid? He knows my name.

JidosReality 4.2.17

My dreams are in a reality of a hash tag that does not exist.

Oh you who do not believe! Put your self in the shoes of a soul that screams. 

Would you dive into a bin? And cut off the only good parts left on the apple that's rotting? 

So at least the little 5 year old you meet in this jungle lost and weak! Can have something to chew on.. 

so many tears holding they hands out asking for help please! 

This jungle is Beautifully Brutal the only home that I know there's no snow but it's cold. 

There's no heating but my mouths dry craving for water a mirage is all my eyes can see. 

What day is it? Is it Monday of thursday? Are you sitting there in your warm house complaining that your favourite show was not recorded? 

Tell me? What happened to humanity? You pay money to go to the zoo to see animals caged up living nicely! 

I pray you turn on your telly and see me in this jungle been judged for the choices life had dealt me!

screaming so loudly yet you hear nothing the tv's on mute Surprisingly! 

Hear please come let me hold your hand! Come breath this air full of tear gas the police breath out shouting shut up your life no one cares. 

Beautifully Brutal this world I live in from a baby to an immigrant to a refugee.

Who's future hope is raising a family in a world I belong to and not this open prison you all see.

JidosReality 24.1.17

Body's numb my senses are heightened for wats about to come! Every emotion is a puzzle that looks oddly complete.

To perfect... my eyes whisper to my thoughts as they think. 

This can't be the solution to the aggravation that's been causing my sleep to commit suicide in the dark every night as I try to sleep! 

JidosReality dragged poetry into somewhere that's deep.

 It will never be the same! broken so much it searches for a solution to try and get out qweek.  

My problems are bigger than yours! And your Problems are bigger than mine? 

They all problems that need solving let's hide them away in my ink and watch my pen start drowning.

I knew it was to good to be true! Cause the truth is never good if it's only about you. 

JidosReality 25.1.17