You’re far too expensive to be pouring into people who could never drink
you in your fullness

Let me drink from your well as I replenish you with the fountain of all my goodness

Sweet silver tongue
Builder of hope and of Nations undone
Whispers of light against the darkness beyond
Oppressive dictators, shackles of freedom with the tune of a hum

Hum sweet silver tongue, do you tire to be a rudder
Sailing your ship through the cracks of instability, tearing down a sister, or a brother
Setting up systems, to rob child from their mother
Foreign lands now discovered, shackled hands, the nations dollar

When you’re sitting in your palaces,
Sipping blood from your chalices, made from labour of your educated salve, indoctrinated ways, disseminated lies- made to believe these shackles are made to save

Sweet silver tongue, do you blame the throne or do you blame the song, do you blame the culture gifted from generations gone
Do you blame the man upon whom this title is on,
Or do you blame the nations lalaby to the newborn, “live for today, tomorrow may never come”

Price of admission

I miss Your smile, I miss your eyes
Your silent stares your sweet goodbyes

Your frame dwells in translucent fire
From streams of pulsating delight
Undulating hips sway with my every desire
Warm my soul again with your blanketing thighs

Canopies of whispers visit me at night
Winter’s cold, summer’s heat, my love fever
Take me to where sun and moon melt into light
A chase of the wind, I’m a foolish believer

Love is like two people holding a rubber band
If one lets it go
It hurts the other who held on.
Lost
Love
Nights

Like light through the eyes of a prism,
I saw the colours
Of a future that made dreams want to start dreaming
The fabrics of your essence, woven with care that transcends time
An ever present glow, brown eyes that makes Christmas chime

I needed you to stay, I needed you today
But I let you drift away
Broken chords from sweet, full of words but nothing to say
“I love you” never came home to you; It lived on the lips of a man named ricochet

Nerve ending pains as broken glass petals severs the nerves causing pain
My love where are you? My heart can never be the same
I gave a part never shared with any soul
Dance to my tune I beg, dance till we get old

On bended knees and hands, lost in the mist of another broken dream
I smiled and said I was fine, but I wish you heard my scream
I needed you today, I needed you to stay
Broken glass petals, my heart was never meant to see this day