What "it" is exactly;
The world may never know.
But through clever subtle suggestion...
I hope to bestow or show.
Let it begin
To some it pushes;
Others he pulls.
It's the longing of writers
And the desire of fools.
The artist must scratch it
Creation its only appeasement.
But the industrial man
pretends he never sees it.
It stabs at my feet
And rouses my sleep
Like finding the peace
In the crashing of seas;
Shore; it has a name
But to know it would conjure blame
And we can't have that!
Or "it"
So make.
*ART

I fix my actions by choosing my words right. But does that mean I have to Verb my way out of every reaction or should I noun to sound right?

I don't taste good on the ears and I don't sound right on the eyes either. You shouldn't teach a new dog old tricks is my only reason I shout at dark clouds to remind them that RED is the only colour to bleed.

Yet Red is For Danger, but does that mean Roses are dangerous too? And the secret smell behind how Jesus Rose, doesn't perfume me well...either way the thorns are the reason we bleed...

There's no police yet my hands are up. See, If what I say goes hand in hand with words of Christianity or any Afrikan Religion, it only does so because the language of fear and repetition of the mind has discovered it to be true. Because truth don't belong to a Culture or Faith or what so ever:

But how the truth lies naked in a bed of lies, is completely unacceptable...but if the police keep my hands in the air I might just catch the feeling of how religion feels like. Even if what I say about christianity doesn't go hand in hand with my actual beliefs..I have no other choice but to hold on, because if I fall I'd fall for nothing, unless if there be a woman I can sin with... **** *** is just everything I what so ever wishes to feel, because the Holy spirit hasn't been around much...

the reason why i'm up
couldn't tell you
maybe it was the endless hours of you clomping around my brain
during the hours i need rest from your tyrannical hold on my heart
god
i can't help wondering where you are
and who is keeping you warm this season
do your fingers catch on fire when you touch them?
the way they would with me, or at least that was what you told me
another lie to add to that list of nothings i thought were somethings
do you dream about me?
i do hope that at least they give you space
because i sure couldn't
i'm a criminal for loving you
you handcuffed me to the wall because you want me to look but not touch
feel but not expel
i'm letting you win
the pieces are getting too heavy and my arms are getting tired

Here i am an empty shell,
facade in public- i continue to smile.
if i laugh, i'm happy you see!
but on the inside i'm a broken melody.

Listen to my sorrowful symphony,
words unspoken its a tragedy.
Crumbling- my soul's melancholy

ever since you left
i've replaced water with *****
it's dripping through my fingers
and is falling to the floor
it's coursing through my veins
still i drink a bit more

the flowers in my stomach
died the same day
i forgot you can't water them
with alcohol, anyway

so here i am still trying to escape
this is it, this is goodbye
i hope this time i forget your name.

~

A heart so fine in charcoal skies
of breath my mind does see
This captured feeling locked inside,
alone as to believe

For what shall come of morning tides,
along the wish filled shore
In seashell decorated time
to want your love once more

What sent this ship of harbor dreams
to sail a course so lost
As currents bide my every whim,
now simplified the cost

When once the sunrise happiness
did take a weathered turn
For but a few words offered up
in lessons I have learned

My sails, the moon’s reflective light,
does glow an empty grin
Atop the wave’s deserted flight
to want you here again

For this shall be my journey true
in aimless rambled roam
If I have not the love of you
I sail these seas alone

Of courses kept in lock and key,
an island beach does call
Upon this deck on bended knee
Amidst the darkened squall

As life will raise its mighty hand
of you that I do seek
Collapsing firm upon this man
in testaments of weak

Come set these chains that hold me tight,
my body craves the pain
As on these seas of bright moon light
I cry within the rain

When time does dance and hours pass,
I plead these charcoal skies
Explain to me how this can be
in scenes before my eyes

“Take me home,” my heart does call
begin this journey new
For I now live a nightmare’s creed
without the love of you

The bees make honey
High up in a tree
That golden sweet syrup
Taste so good to me

Your scent so mellifluous
My honey be
So hop on aboard and
Please be on me

Be on me, be on me
Let's make the majic
Be on me, be on me
We need no havoc

Through eyes of a child
One summer in fear
Crying "a bee is on me"

Now all I'm crying is
"Before I'm dying just
Won't you please be on me"

Be on me
Be on me

It's all in your head
You said "It's beyond me"
But, all that I'm saying is
"Just be on me"

Come on pretty lady
Treat me like the King Bee
Now hurry, now hurry
And just be on me