I don't want another Vietnam,
Iraq or Afghanistan I don't want another wild fire Flash flood Or hurricane I don't want another mass shooting Famine Drought Or Circumstances which are dire I don't want to hear All these cries I don't want to hear All these lies I don't want to know All these scams No, I don't want to come over And hold your hand I don't want no stinking badge I don't want a see a magic Number I don't want to wake, come Out of this slumber I don't want to know What I'm supposed to do Supposed to see Supposed to be No, I don't want to be your friend I don't want to have to extend No, I don't want to have this conversation I just want silence And the end. Really What then? Blessings they come everyday In everyway There is beauty in the lullaby in the winds The starlings, a river flowing From this tree to another The woods green in the fall sun Which way is it going to be today? It's going to be What it's going to be I don't know I don't want to know But it's all a blessing So they say Which is it going to be Today? Surely one more breath and to our present, We'll keep on fighting while we Surrender.
I got well spaced out
I looked at the universe And got drunk on stars
Fun one xxxx
I didn't do it last night
I couldn't do it last night It's driving me crazy I feel as if I need to do it The urge is making me want to do it deeper and deeper I feel like a smoker who hasn't had a cigarette within hours They need the nicotine, They need their new drug A rubber band is not as good as a blade It never has been It never will be A rubber band stings it doesn't scar it doesn't permanently leave a mark it doesn't make you bleed like a blade would What does a blade do? A blade is something that you can really control You control how deep you want it You control where it'll strike next You control how long it'll last It's like a power A ****** power that's very addictive I feel as if i'll explode without it As if i'll go mad without it As if i'll die without it I need it I want it I have to have it
I made this on June 19, 2017 I am happy to say that I no longer feel this way and I have improved
The moon calls my name
fate shivers in terror. Is he now late or is this a piece of horror? Stormed by mind tapes inscribed by good days. Weights of shared affection and passion are now buried in the sand of memories and imaginations. The earth weeps, as it is being whipped. The world's greatest gift, Is about to be enclosed in it. Darkness embrace the earth, Stings of viral sadness is felt. Loved one's soaked in the river of tears, My beloved Mom was drenched in the rain of fear. As the earth opened it mouth, Memories from good old days began to replay, Of how we rushed home from school at the end of the day to see your loving face. Running back through time, I recall how you answered many of our questions with just a stunning smile. Turning back the wheels of the clock, I am overwhelmed by the affection you showed your flocks. Six feet down, the heavens frown. Hoping we meet again, never to part again. My tear filled soul can only say I MISS YOU.
Dedicated to the loving memories of my father Late Pastor Ejiro Sajini
I too wrestled with an angel or God, but not overnight, but years down the dark dawns of depression, not overcome or undone, but going over the same ground differently, seeking the essence not the glitzy show or slight of hand of money spinners or the tall tales of God-deniers, but wrestling day in day out with God or angel, each night in dark depths He comes, no words exchanged, but hand to hand, arm to arm contesting, then after combat done, the time for resting.
how many poems are written about
love and hate living life and welcoming death happiness and sadness the fearful and fearless sanity and madness? how many poems are written about darkness and light the sun and the moon the stars and the galaxy the universe and our planet? how many poems are written about the trees and the rivers the mountains and the valleys the animals and sea creatures the oceans and the land the sky and the clouds nature and everything it provides? how many poems are written about anxiety and depression suicide and living life to the fullest music and silence philosophy and art incarceration and liberation coffee and tea ***** and drugs war and peace politics and religion *** and celibacy ******* and addiction and those who use it for recreation and those who believe it’s an abomination? how people are drunk? drunk on alcohol drunk on love drunk on books drunk on ideas drunk with magic happening all around them how many poems does it take to sing? how many words do you need to piece together to end this poem? as many as it takes until everything is swallowed into the abyss of nothing
The Holy show
is put on year after year, but it's not the same now you're not here; the whole performance lacks a certain something, my son. We exchange gifts and cards, put on the lights and decorations, stock up on things for the Holy feast, get ready for the big day, but it's not the same now you're away. The big day comes, the feast is cooked and set, table arrange and places laid, wine or beer, crackers pulled, but something is missing: you're not here.
A father talks to his dead son