Disrupted.. my mind, let me think how it's done,
It's not that I'm not, unless I'm gone.
I know, yes I know.. and it slept once again,
This thought is so quirky, can't see nothing but pain.
It's muddy and sticky its all over this head,
A head that a long time ago has gone mad.
Im bouncing thru time and thru space and thru life,
They're trying to take off the blur, but it's never enough.
Those solid and smelly, oh people they are called,
Are trying to reach us, oh this game is so old.
For years, no. decades I'm swimming inside,
This poor little brain with this sick little mind.

Winds became scary, clouds became haunting,
Birds clinging to nests, trees dancing as ghosts,
I was ten, when I was lost, that evening
What I had been cursing ere, is for what I was crying
Running in road I ain’t known, alone,
Torture devils methinks — are my guardian angels, realising then,
Sunken in rain, doomed life — in one pass of cloud
The fall, could I sever my tears and rain?!
running in road, drenched, yet thirsty,
My spine frore afeared, I could fall in ambuscade,
The place I dispraised, that I wished to leave
Was my heaven in truth, I realised then mooncalf I was,
The very fabric of my bane heart, torn asunder,
The darkness filling my eyes I behold, that something billowed,
Dight with doit?! — not even hope,
Hopeless, perhaps I might got end up with rags and pigs,
It went to night, when I found a light yonder,
Did I ran, or did I flied or did I jumped to,
That bedlam, there was a house across a meadow,
A woman, quoth she, waited until, my tears and rain stoped,
The woman portaged me back to my place,
Back to the arms of my guardian angel — the warmth,
The clouds cleared, no more haunting, in my eyes — my guardian angels!

Hey kid
Have you ever tried
To tie a family together
With your ribbon bow?

PRETTY
There she is, gorgeous, in every way there is,
The kind of girl who could have your heart by blowing you a kiss.
She sways her hips with every step, so confident and bold.
A girl with so much style and class it just never gets old.
But this girl holds a secret that will never part her lips.
Covered up and held together by a seam that never rips.
She has to be the way she is, acceptable to society
so she dresses up and wears that smile to hide her insecurity.
She keeps this hair; she does her nails and never wears what’s out of season.
Her soul, it wails and sobs inside and yet she keeps it hidden.
It’s all about who you sleep with and a modern sense of fashion
So she walks around an empty image of their ignorant deception.
A goddess in all our eyes, but her reflection isn’t her
Just eye candy for all the mindless boys who honestly don’t care.
She bears the pain for a social status she so desperately needs,
a simple life, the dreadful fear she vigorously feeds.
But she can’t shed this image yet and even though its pitiful,
She needs to be this way, she needs to be beautiful.

OLDER
The mirror never tells a lie and its only getting clearer,
The more she looks, the more she sees that she’s becoming older.
Obvious wrinkles, a rounder form, it’s not just her imagination
She blames it on the life she leads, the stress she keeps on facing.
She found time to keep fit at first; she’s gotten somewhat lazy,
But her days are packed with so many things, adding that might drive her crazy.
She keeps the house in order with backbreaking work each day
She’s with the kids, no extra help; she’s raising them her way.
They cling to her and call her name desperate for attention
Don’t they know that all their yelling only adds to ma’s frustration?
Her name, more like a title, that brought her so much joy at first,
Even when they made her sag with their never ending thirst.
But now things have turned around, they did a whole one-eighty
And even though she’s thirty five she feels as though she’s fifty
She loves her kids, so full of life and somehow never lacking energy
But a seven hour break from them would be nothing short of heavenly
If she could trade places with her man, wear the pants, drive the car
But she hadn’t thought to build herself and now her chance has flown too far
She sits there on her comfy couch, her mind ever softly drifting,
Then she’s snapped out of her silly dreams, her children come in screaming.

ANCIENT
A peaceful, calm and soothing aura floats above her silver crown.
She feels the pain, she’s growing weak and yet you never see her frown.
Her pace is slow; her step is sure, spreading wisdom with each breath.
She’s lived her life, she’s done her part, she’s ready for her death.
Of course there are some things she did that now seem very strange,
But she has come to terms with all the things that she can never change.
She feels herself slipping away more and more each day,
Piece by piece, she disappears and soon she’ll go away.
As those that walked with her before hang their wings and start to fall
She fears not her approaching end, she knows death lies in wait for all.
She speaks her mind and may be blunt but doesn’t judge or condescend
She knows she has been there before and lived your life from end to end
The memories that she’s losing, the smiles, the joy, the love
They makes her sad, they break her heart, the times she now can never have
And even as she fades away she’s left herself in all she’s done
She takes solace in the promise that all her pain will soon be gone

It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain

FRESH
His parents are completely lost; they don’t know what is going on
He’s skipping school, he’s talking back, the boy they knew is all but gone
He’s scared he’ll be made fun of, if he comes off as too pure,
Besides, it doesn’t hurt to live a little, of that he’s very sure.
It hurts too much to be different; he has to be the same
And though he knows it isn’t right he falls into their game
He falls hard and breaks himself over and over again
The girls, the drugs, they’re all that matter, its etched into his brain
Euphoric pleasure clouds his vision; he can’t see what he’s doing
It makes him blind, it makes him numb; he can’t see where he’s going
The jagged, thorny, downhill path somehow eludes his very eyes
And all he sees and all he hears are what they show him and all their lies.
He’s made a choice to breathe their fumes and live off their sweet poison
The high it gives, it separates him from the soul that he keeps bruising

MATURE
Oh the pain of memories! The times he used to have,
He’d trade an arm, or both his legs to the one who floats above
To have them back, to live again, if only for a moment
When aging was a distant threat, when he knew not what it meant.
Now life is far less exciting, work, wife and children
Each a challenge on its own, a dream until he had them
He’s overworked, he’s very stressed, he’s broken down in every way
He rises up before the sun and boards a trosky every day
It’s off to work and back again, how much can a poor man take
He needs to rest before he dies; he needs more than a simple break

GRUMPY
The youth they think they know it all, their twisted sense of right
He wishes for the good ol’ days when bark was equal to bite
As his daughter scolds her son, he shakes his head and then he grunts
If he were her he would have spanked that naughty child over his pants.
Fear, that’s what it is, they’re scared of being hated,
Can you believe she had the nerve to call his ways outdated?
Yes, he admits that might be true but weren’t they effective?
He’s given up advising them, their hearing is selective.
Why should a man as wise as he even waste his breath?
At least he knows he won’t be bothered when he sleeps in death.

i was born
i lay in a cot
my heart beat rang
i sang and i sang
i gave my voice away
as i matured
naively i was lured
into adulthood
without a hood
naked, i stood
out of breath
no stability
looked for divinity
but nothing concrete
looked back
empty and bleak
but my eyebrows were on fleek
submission
to an ideal
i ride
but i never lay still
i dreamt
but dreaming is to ****
**** reality
**** your own insanity
**** your own vanity
no baby
please keep yo "sanity"