April 1, 2012

I Want to Know (The Slam)

Its like these eyes have seen it all.
Seen it being built and seen it fall.
I've heard music from different walls,
Now I wonder which one will fall like Jericho...

Smoke and beating of African drum rolls,
We're now picking up phone calls with caller tones...
"Hey, hello...no sweet, I'm in church".
Now my mind's back home.
*twitch*
I seem to have a *twitch*
There you go *twitch*
So I'll try not to get myself excited,
blinded or sun sighted.
Be focused and single minded,
Drag a mountain and climb it..
But with the strings of life
It's like I've already tried it!
*twitch* Life at night gets me so frightened
I often find myself tired and running 
from giants that would have left David grounded.
And my success is hindered *twitch* by this rock were fear is founded.
So in chains I'm bounded, hurdle surrounded.. 
Why does it feel like I'm not *twitch* fighting!

Time is an ethereal and sometimes a cruel goddess
In her relentless passing.
She steals away our vitality,
Often in ways that seem insignificant.
Until we realize how much she taken,
She is also a generous deity
Who offer to replace that which she has taken;
With a deeper wisdom and clearer vision of life' enigmas.

Though no one can go back and make a brand new start.
Anyone can star now and make a brand new ending.

It doesn't *twitch* interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know if you what you ache for.
If you can dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.
It doesn't interest me how old *twitch* you are.
I want to know if you can risk looking like a fool
For love, for you dream, and the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow.
If you have been *twitch* open by life' betrayals
Or have become shriveled up from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can dance with wildliness
And let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be carefully realistic,
Or remember the limitations *twitch* of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the the story you are telling is true.
I *twitch* want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bare the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can see beauty,
Even when it is not pretty everyday,
And if you can source your life from its' presence.

There's just one consolation,
Ab hour here or there when our lives seem;
Against all odds and expectation
To burst open and us everything we've ever imagined.

It doesn't *twitch* interest me where you've been.
I want to know if you can take a moment,
And shape it into *twitch* a memory.
If you can rise from failure
And against all odds succeed.
I want to know if you can take a moment of youth,
And nature it into future's growth.
Be the change that you want to see in the world.
*twitch* 

March 29, 2012

Love is Kind

Love is kind when it's new
But drains like morning dew.

It is bright and so gay,
But like sunset fades away.

I rest myself against a wall,
Thinking it'd mighty and tall.
I leaned and hard did it fall,
So proved my love not true at all.

I put my hand in a mine
Hoping for the brightest diamond to find.
But to only find glass;
And it cut me deep to the bone.

Love is said cannot die,
The truth of all it is a lie.

March 27, 2012

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Tell me where is fancy bred,
In the heart or in the head?

Let it so, like swans take flight;
To soar, pure and white in sight.

For beauty, my knees have knelt.
For fain smiles my soul thus melt;
for more than beat, my heart felt.

With gazing fed; and fancy dies;
As my fortune in casket rides.
For desire and oath move by side.

As beauty of sunsets view
And freshness of morning dew;
So arise a darkened hue;
Though splendor still, desire so true.   

March 17, 2012

I Miss You

Her eyes would shine like the moonlight
Onto the shadows of my heart.
She filled me radiant with her smiles,
Lit me up like it's fireflies.
I never knew if love could die,
When she was there t'was by my side.
Loved me left and right; day and night.
True love indeed will always stay,
Though many times it's far away;
But decent memories cannot fade.
Ten years on seems like yesterday.
Cleaned me up when I'm back from play,
Made me a dish I like to take;
Gods in heaven had to take...you.
R.I.P Mum

March 14, 2012

Love let Bleed

I place the pieces of thine heart with sorrow.
For it knows not happiness I can't borrow.

Inside I inquire why this fortune falls to me.
That I encounter beauty; that which not free.

For she is fair, all her view can tell it so.
A glitter to bright to liken with mine gold;
But still she cast a shadow upon my soul.

Not on thy soul but on thy soul harsh Cupid.
With one blunt arrow to have stroke me rigid.
And on thy face again I fall with luck rid.

For the beauty that thy damsel did possess,
I was blind for the inside I didn't inspect.
Wooed by smiles and an image that is flawless,
I sit in pools of thy blood feeling heartless.

To be or Not to Be

To be or not to be;
Am I in love with thee?

A fire so cruel still burns,
And shines on my heart's yearns.

Whilst burning my heart warm;
Love choked my breath with storms
Of smoke, when it seemed gone.

To be or not to be.
wise to risk arrow's bleed;
Or let love, not be my creed.

Love is blind, so it's told.
Not all glitter is gold;
I've learned the story cold.
How it has left me old.

Not Just "Mothers Day"

You kept me inside and let me change your world.
You walked like an angel on Earth; modest girl.

The first thing I did was cry in your face,
But you smiled back at me like amazing grace.

I grew in your arms till I got my heartbeat.
You covered your wounds so that I could not see.

I found my true love; it's no fairy tale.
Like ABC's that I learned how to spell.
L.O.V.E, you showed me; just like a trail.

Your are my teacher, my nurse, my superstar.
My personal preacher, brother and sister;
A thing of beauty should be on a poster.

Like a soft little wire you bent me till right.
I go my manners; dinner was alright!
my personal chauffeur to tuck me at night.

"Happy Mothers Day", is more than just a day.
Within those few words, there's so much to say.
I t means that I love you for all the days.
It means I thank you, I'll honor you always.

If mothers day was to be on a Christmas,
Marry the mother who gave birth to Jesus:
The way, the truth and the life they give us.
If U have a reflection, she is my mirror.

God, you should bless the women, bless the mother.
Let them blossom like fresh Eden flowers.
At a time we were weak but now we have power.
We can not replace them; they;re like no other.