Everytime I make plans with you
My gut clenches up
Like a fist ready to go
But I know
Already I know

I know that I'll kiss you
After buying and sharing your food
After hugging and talking
Like good old friends do

I know that I'll miss you
After kissing and setting the mood
After wishing and wanting
Like long lost lovers do

So everytime I make plans with you
My gut clenches up
But there is no fist ready to go
Just butterflies squirming
Because I already know

Suburban streets are stifled with traffic when school gets out
and righteous rain falls from the cloudy, gray sky,
making the red taillights of cars glisten and glare
directly into drivers' squinting eyes.
Children rush rapidly between cars to get to their own,
as pitiful parents weren't prepared for the rain.
Did any know that one of them today
was calm even as they grew insane?
Patience inside pained people is a terrible thing,
for they can always see when the end is in sight.
Like they are the wearers of robes and bearers of scythes,
they know when one is approaching the night.
A screech of tires, or screams, only one is sure
a fateful falling, anyone could have foretold this crime
bones crunch and a head hits the asphalt too hard.
It is far too late, when we know it's the last time.

It's been a long road,
I've been walking-
Don't know what's gonna happen,
these past days,
I haven't been sleeping.

Don't stop-
Don't go-
Don't really wanna know.

Lord, I'm crying out for you,
to come to my rescue-
and save me

he carried the ocean in his eyes
it had never been flooded
till that one day
it spilled, flooding his mind
drowning his views
making him lost
until he would one day find,
the eye of the storm

Without you
I'd be shattered
With you
I'd still be broken
If we hadn't met
The world would feel different
For me
And I don't know
How to change that

If you heard my head
you'd know what's right
because you're the only thing
that won't let me sleep at night

Just know that:
I have done all aspects of investigations,
I don't just increase the world's populations,
But am always my mother's inspirations.

Little did you know that:
I know myself am out of laziness,
I know my nature even when in sickness,
My strength is more than my weaknesses,
Don't enter into my life with your own craziness.

Just remember that:
I dropped the formality,
Now came to the reality,
Treating life with sincerity,
Which wasn't my normality.

Always know that:
I know where am going,
Knowing well what am doing,
Feel free if you're joining,
Coz you can't be my Boeing.

I can take myself far without miracles,
Only that you have always been an obstacle,
I can be driving my visions,
At the same time standing on my missions.
Who are you to judge my ambitions?

©Alin Nur Jr

Boots and braces
Don't make you racist
A blonde blue-eyed guild is a ****
Saying for old reggae for lazy youth
Stuck to a peaceful enterprise for the Rastafarian
Compete for the vibe
Subliminal suicide
Is the reggae jive part of the working class
Dress according to your passage of Rasta
Psalms for a whole way of life
Without racism for life ostensibly built on New York streets
A blue-eyed outlook on the train of thought in a prejudiced world
Yeats read by the minute in 70s England by the Poets Corner
Hyde Park willowing in the Summer of Peter Gabriel
The genesis of a change had been sold to us by the pound
An exchange with weighing guilt, ridden of luck
That men say the facts knowing

The guilt will stay with criminals forever
In the promised land, tried by the law of human nature