Arms painted with pain
Arms with red and white stripes
We do our best not to go insane
If only we didn't have stereotypes
Minds painted in doubt
Too fearful and much too hesitant
Pondering what other people think about
Writing thoughts in a weak mezzotint
Living in a world painted in hate
With tensions rising with the dread
And not knowing our final date
Scared of when be gone and dead
But I know we could paint with love
We could can make things right
Something we've never seem the likes of
And we'll begin see the light
What lie in your home,
In corners, undisturbed.
Are there thoughts, feelings, of things unknown,
Or one's that may preturb?
Have you ever felt a draft blow through;
That shiver of regret.
Or is your heart hidden from outside view,
Unseen, by even you.
Saftey in shelter, in secrets kept,
I see you, tall and proud.
I also peer through veil and shroud,
Seeing loss for which you've never wept.
How can you expect, to be love adept,
Shunning all feelings which have crept.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
አረንጓዴ ቢጫማ ጫካ
ተለያዩ ባላ ሰርተው፡፡
ቅር የሚያሰኝ ቢሆንም፣
በሁልቱም መንግደ ተጉዤ
ስለዚህ ቀጥ ብዬ ቆምኩ፣
አንዱን መንገድ አማተርኩ፣
ከዚም ምናልባትም ያም
መቀደስ መታሸት የሚሻውን!
ግና በሱም ላይ መረማመድ፣
አዛምዶታል ከዛኛው መንገድ!
የዛን ጠዋት ሁለቱም መንገዶች፣
የቅጠል ቄጤማዎች፣ ያላወየቦቸው
ዘመን በዘመን ከታጅበ በኋላ
በትዝታ ባቡር ይሔን
አረንጓዴ ቢጫማ ጫካ
ተለያዩ ባላ ሰርተው!››
ለልዩነቱ፣ ያ ነው ሁሉም ምክኒያቱ!
(በሮበርት ፍሮስተ/ትርጉም ዓለም ኃይሉ ገ/ክርሰቶስ)
It works in choosing one's walks of life or even lover. What if somebody has married one's second best.Would life be different? Sometimes decision forces us to sit on the horns of a dilemma
but you gotta run with it
listen, i know it is hard to be different
But we s'posed to be
this the life that we livin
livin, Are you really living?
Are you really listening to the words i say
take it day by day child
And it ain't breezy to be bold
to be the type that will speak up loud without the choke
And it ain't easy to be the punch line that can't be told
an absent cough preceding a milky ****
I'm not a g but i move how the move with a head full of smarts man(j.s.)
Just remember that when your self care gets put on hold
you leave your own fire out in the cold.
And what a shame you're always learning
opposed what you were told
dear child don't let them steal the light emitting from your soul- you can't even put down the shovel to realize you diggin' yourself deep ina hole
Before you heal it's gonna be a while
I know it's gonna be a while child
chin up child don't let em win
protect yourself, love yourself and nurture what stirs within
and man ignore the knocking- don't open the door
in the fifth dimension you still rocking the crown that your ancestors wore
but with it comes the blood sweat 'nd tears that they hoard
don't get it twisted you're simply a new vessel that your family bore
Don't explain anymore.
watch your company mama they clouding up your aura
too many people claiming to be woke whilst walkin' in they sleep
sometimes all you gotta do is close your eyes
to unmask the wolves disguised as sheep
we livin' it up but when the street lights be flashin'
we dashin' we ain't be lookin' back to notice who is or isn't laggin'
Ya son's been running the streets
then runnin' the sheets with loose babies makin cursed babies
Sometimes i try not to make the song cry
my own mama hate me
But i don't sweat a drop
cause I grew into the cream of the crop
Destined to find the path that will lead my flesh to the top
and with each day that passes by i'll laugh i'll cry i'll learn
became the flame- now watch me burn
AHG mama we made it!
AHG you really hate it!
you n your mans can get up, get down
ya'll way too faded
and when the song starts to cry I don't hold back
i let it seep into your souls
only my art can fill these holes
despite ya'll moles
We dip our toe into life's pool
and watch the ripples
affect the lives of those around us
hoping not to offend
but fit in, without too much disturbance
we may even walk a little way off shore
considering ourselves brave
to have come this far
but there are those who
regardless of how cold the water may be
will plunge head first, screaming
into the blue
I watch them, jealously
hesitating in the shallows.
I watched a squirrel panic this morning as it was crossing the road first because a car was coming on the other side and second because I’m crossing the road on my bike... so it runs half across the road then realises “**** a car”.. at this point had the squirrel not hesitated and continued it would have made it across fine.. instead it decides to go back across the road towards me on my bike who is crossing the road, the squirrel sees my tyre lift up for the curb and panics and decides that between me on a push bike and a car doing 30mph weighing a ton approx.. squirrel chooses the car that can’t stop and gets swilled right up under neath it and with a hollow bang and a thud .. then comes rolling out the back side to then get up and run off in the bushes... I spent 10 minutes looking for this squirrel with no luck what’s so ever!? Poor little ******. Moral of the story... never hesitate never second guess yourself! Trust your instincts!
Hope he’s alright bless him?!
i laughed at all those jokes you made about falling
yet here i am feeling tears fall because i realise
i tripped at every sweet sentence you said
& now i can’t tie my shoe laces to stop myself.
my shoes were dancing with yours
to a song i associate with you now
& although i know someone kicked you before
& that you’re not ready to throw out those old sneakers,
my laces are getting ******* with yours.
you’re kneeling down to undo them,
& i want to do it, too, to protect myself,
but my heart laces are making me fall.
& then they wonder why kids take off their shoes.
oh, the irony; they don’t get hurt.
f e e l i n g s
r e c o g n i t i o n
d e s c r i b e
l i t t l e
h i d e
r h y m e s
every word i
t h i n k
h e l p l e s s
s h r i n k
being slightly dramatic in this one.
"I fear I may lose myself
before our first kiss..."
Fifty calls later
we still talk
Not the wildfires
Not the rainstorms
Just this beating
of the clock...