"You're a good mummy,"
he told me
"you give me food
every night."

I thanked him,
told him how happy
his words made me,
but I began to cry.

Images of mothers,
some place else,
somewhere I am not,
flooded me.

Images of mothers
whose children
cry out in hunger.

Images of mothers
who hold their children close
because they have
nothing else to give.

I don't know how it feels
to tell a child
they cannot eat
for a third day
in a row.

I don't know how it feels
to watch as your child's ribcage
becomes more defined.

I don't know how it feels
to be truly helpless.

I cry,
for the image of mothers
whose tears remain unheard.

That maybe someone
might hear me
and ask why.

heaven is simply a place on earth
and hell is the magma
we'll eventually all fall into

the ground is cracking
and it's not long
until it splits underneath us

our world is breaking apart
from our preoccupied actions
of violence and hatred

while we search to gain
money, power, glory and purpose
we actively lose our minds

this heavenly place is the first world,
full of ease and ignorant bliss
and the fire of the third world is from our firearms

they do not suffer so we don't have
they suffer because we let them
and so the fire blazes on

our craze helps mute their cries
and the sounds of the splitting ground
as the hell-bound rush up to engulf our sins along with us

A smile hides the searing pain,
pushed up close an cheek to cheek,
her love for him she gives in vain,
a knotted throat she mustn't speak,

People see just what they want,
a beauty with a smiling face,
she hides the bitter truth behind,
her well lit eyes of tempered grace,

It's not she doesn't love him,
she adores his every wrinkle,
it's just she doesn't see the same,
her eyes no longer twinkle,

Hopes they daily deeper go,
to places that she'd rather hide,
she dare not even mention them,
too many minutes to abide,
wanting her to go again,
an not be at his beckon side,
to stay is wrong you say,
does she not have any pride?

She's in the same place over,
an over again-
it seems,
it's Groundhog day,
so she reaches out a tired hand -
again and dreams,
as the alarm again will play,

Her dreams are but a distant place,
a summit she can't reach,
a shore to call her heart back home,
a hauntingly familiar beach
with some shells around her ankle,
an scarring from blood-******* leach,
painful is the bite you know,
her freedom brought by what it teach,

With her toes beneath-
the wave of coming fortune,
the one he says that cleanses all,
as it dies before it gets to her,
well she thinks that thing has got some gall,

She takes a calming moment,
and the deepest poet's sigh,
as she is ever grateful,
this is not her sad goodbye,

Thankful she was watching,
with the other useful eye,

Safe from certain disaster,
watching the angry wave,
dissipate unto it's own oblivion,

an blessed she can still see -
with her eyes completely shut.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Why I always have this feeling when I enter this room
I smell the scent of cologne which is not from yours or mine
How about the color of curtains, it's not my favorite
And there's an extra empty glass beside your glass of wine


I feel like I am no longer welcome when I enter your room
I don't see the smile on your face like what I saw before
The music that you play is no longer my favorite one
Everything I see and feel reminds me that you care no more

You were the one for me
You were the one I cherished the most

You dislike coffee
Hot chocolate is your ultimate favourite

You eat every single vegetables
except for carrots

You love my naked face
You love my insecurities

We still need time to learn about each other
Unfortunately I had to stop it

I didn't know I was the third party
to your another beautiful relationship

We've been together for almost a year now
You've been with her for 5 years

I didn't know whether I was the foolish one
or you were the foolish  one

Was it my fault since I was the one
to interfere into your life?

I didn't know I was the third party
I'm sorry lets not contact each other anymore

Look up to the sky
From your heart and your mind
To see what is true
To guide you through
-The only thing far is to exist
You can reminisce but don’t live there
The purpose of all life is learning
Over stand that be aware
Once you know the truth, don’t you go and tell no lie
Every life that’s born
Is also, meant to die
-*There’s only one race, of all Gods mankind
And that’s us the Human,
Full of variety by divine design
Times a straight curve abound
Just like ripples of sound
Be cautious in your actions
Cause what goes around, makes it back around
Pursue inclusion, not Exclusion!
Sincere just love, is the solution
For tomorrows without sorrows
Can you feel it down in your bone marrow
Call it Jai, or Allah, or better generic
G O D
Contained within the universe, inside of us
Is spirituality
LOOK UP TO THE SKY, FROM YOUR HEART & YOUR THIRD EYE
AND SEE WHAT IS TRUE, TO GUIDE WHAT YOU SHOULD DO
LOOK UP TO THE SKY, FROM YOUR HEART & YOUR THIRD EYE
AND SEE WHAT IS TRUE, TO GUIDE WHAT YOU SHOULD DO
Now people look around
Work on every single frown
We must find common ground
And we can turn the world around
You gotta Do It Yesterday
Cause tomorrow is too late
This life here is for the living
Its your life you’ve been given
And so the choices that you make
Will either aid us or forsake
Everything the maker built up
Helix DNA, -Space traveler
Third Eye Mantra
As it was told to me, by the Almighty
Open up your third eye
And your heart, so you can see
Ya gotta
LOOK UP TO THE SKY, FROM YOUR HEART & YOUR THIRD EYE
AND SEE WHAT IS TRUE, TO GUIDE WHAT YOU SHOULD DO
LOOK UP TO THE SKY, FROM YOUR HEART & YOUR THIRD EYE
AND SEE WHAT IS TRUE, TO GUIDE WHAT YOU SHOULD DO
To guide what you should do
To see what is true
It’s what God wants for you
It’s what God wants for you

It's second nature
To be flawful
But its my third nature
To be destructive towards myself
It's just the way I am for now
Hence "for now"

As a wise man once said: "hinder not the learning of youth,"
So what do you do? You build walls, you are anti-social,
You don't want to talk about "it." you are angry and hurtful,
You have to punish them for misbehavior, then do what you
Please, you hand them everything they need, then take away
The keys.

A wise man once said: "better to lay you down for your friend,"
So what do you do? Every man for himself! Run off and find
A small lil' mine and dig and dig until you find gold as well,
Pick up a small piece of the pie while starving people in the
Third world die, we "can't help them all" so why not just accept
Bread lines?

A wise man once said: "It's not ours to **** others, you shall not ****."
So what do you do? You make tanks and nuclear submarines,
You create machines of death and destruction for our "protection"
With the very weapons that so easily can turn back upon us,
You always join in every war and say destruction is simply
"A must."

Wisdom has been turned into words alone, we speak it, but we do      
Not act upon it, thus we become hypocrites and knaves upon thrones.