I haven't given up on love.
It's not that.
But...
there's something in the way the night hollows out the heart,
it's like being sculpted.
It holds less sway over my thoughts than it did when I was younger.
I wait for love.
Yes, yes that's it.

stumbled once I did I know  I think I am infallible
upon a thing I had no preconceived idea about
I compared projected subjectively conjectured
that this was something before now never discovered
I stood it in bright light studied how prisms changed
the view in telescopes and microscopes
it didn't whatever it was give up a clue
nor shine a light inside my head. Very disconcerted
I went to bed and had this vivid dream
of unicorns small fairies wizards and demons,
I gave them names understandable like Zeus
Mohammed Alijah and Ben,
Ben was my favorite.
He was just a working man
that tripped one day over a stream of
gold and got rich
Not for real he was made up like all the rest.
But Ben gave all his found riches away.
Fed the poorest
and the ****** thieves
and politicians.
Ben was a hero
far and wide.
I woke up beaming , half in sleep half awake
and thought ,
by god
Ben was cool.

Getting it all out 2

There is one thing that can not compare with the space that I call
my endless noise free affair.
It's simple, you get stuck here in this
judgement box, very little space, then cornered over someones personal
worries or whatever is really going on down there.

You see, I have this theory that most people are driven by one thing and one thing alone, the idea of hinting at
someones innermost secrets and only
concentrating on invading their own "guilty" space when they are finally home.

Yes, I "did it," whatever, I can never explain, you and your stupid doors,
you breath on them and it's ****** just the same. So much for just living life in peace, now we're just running to make sure that the creeps ***** rotten pervert lives are filled with ease!

When tears are shed, hurtful words were said
The regret kicks in, the emptiness nests in.
but no amount of regret can take back hurtful words that cuts deep
no amount of sorry can break back a stone wall
nothing can bring back parents that were once alive and well
nothing can give you back the friendships that you treasured most

you have to remain kind, speak kind words
and remember that sometimes
you have to apologise not because you're wrong
but because you love and treasure the special bonds that He gifted you.

on my right leg,
under my knee
lives a cinnamon colored stain
that looks a bit like africa
the same way i look a bit like africa
in the shape of my nose
and the waves of my curls
waves like the water that carried my
ancestors in boats
all the way to this island
of salt and sugarcane

Catching teardrops
In my brand new cup
Hoping that it will stop
So here I am lifting my head up

Do you find it satisfying?
Watching innocent people dying?
Do you find it amazing?
When people dies in bombing?

The world isn't cruel
It is the people!
Life is not a battle
Don't treat it as a duel!

Here I am closing my eyes
Silently praying for those who die
Curiously asking Him why
I know He's listening up high

A wonderland we once knew
Is now a dark color hue
But He's watching you
He knows what do