"cah" poems
bout tree years ago
me planted me seed in me wife
me wife looked like a a tird babylon
had grown on er tomach
bout a year ago
she **** out a rastafarian mon
and de babylon disapeared
me say me tink es ugly
how should me give em away
me tink me give em back to jah
me gona leave im in da cah
and bake em like da ganga
ee almost went back to jah
me wife say wat was u tinkin
me say me didnt no
she say how me be so dum
me say me smoke a ton
she say ow much is dat
me say it be alot
she say ow much is alot
"like, dis much"
(me old out me hands to show)
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
SOH: (Sins over Humanity)
CAH: (Chaos averts Hope)
TOA: (Truth obliging Ambition)
Find the triangles within our hearts.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
You became dust
at the falling of another
biodegradable relationship
I'm kicking up ashes
from a paper urn
decaying beneath
where feet now tread
The Centre of my Universe
in just the palm of one hand
a completed process
no bone fragments
of shards, just ashes
*b
l
o
w
n
a
w
a
y*
Our whole world in mere
grains, each part of us
ground into ounce weighing
particles; each a tale of
experiences shared
It was a mourning
a funeral service
without a death, only
grief racing through
my every vein
I'm dressed in black;
veiled
my skirt dragging along
gravel below, I know
as the crow manifests
it's time to let go
*cah
cah
cah*
Times are to change
a passing of the old
rebirth of
my beloved
Candle light forms
shadows, as night draws
closing in, &
I understand
Life is ephemeral
my appreciation grows
&, as I lift myself to
the temple
I scatter what remains of
*us
us
us*
&, as darkness falls
carried by the crow -
our communicator,
he crosses us from
this world
to the next.
© Sia Jane
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Pyaar hai pyaar itna ki
Bata nahi sakte ,
Cah ke bhi Tere hi Karan
Jata nahi sakte.
Tumhare yaad se Dil hota hai
Bekarar ,
Lekin tumhare kehne par hi
Karte hai tumhara intazaar.
Pyaar hai pyaar itna ki Bata nahi sakte
Cah Kar bhi jata nahi sakte.
Dua hai tumhara Dil bhi mere tarah
Bekarar ** jaye,
Meri tarah hi tumhe bhi Mera
Intazaar ** jaye.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
I am a town wherein nobody lives.
The residences have long sense been vacated.
The "Cah-caw" of the crow crying ******
Echoes through the crevices of my skeletal structures.
I am alone,
With only the tumbleweeds to move me.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
_see - cah - moh - re_
you used to say that
the wrong ones
dont matter to you, baby-
_what if im wrong?_
what if i'm not the right one
for you
_see - cah - moh - re_
you used to say that
the wrong ones
don't matter to you, darling-
but what if you are?
and _you're not the right one_
_for me?_
_sturdy, sturdy_
as the sycamore tree
is my love for you,
my darling thee
but as the roots, spreading
continuously till bedrock-
_there is end to us,_
_there is end to love._
_see - cah - moh - re_
you say that
the right ones dont matter to you now
for they have no stories
to tell
no regrets to burn
and like the sycamore tree
that you've always pronounce wrong;
till there is growth in stagnation.
_I know you're right for me._
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC