old lovebirds

two old lovebirds,
that never share a nest,
yet that melody,
they never forget,
sweet songs they sang,
to the setting sun,
cuddling on that branch,
watching the twinkling stars,
sweet old lovebirds,
that kiss at the rising sun,
under the brightness,
of the full moon,
sweet old lovebirds,
that share the same plate,
from that same cup,
drink their lovers feel,
sweet old lovebirds,
that never share a nest,
yet i love you,
they tell,
under rainy skies,
or cold winds,
that chill,
only love can warm,
and these sweet oldies know,
the secret to anothers' heart,
they know how to wipe each others tears,
oh sweet old lovebirds,
that teach me how to love,
how to melt a heart,
sweet old lovebirds,
counting their times together,

The Village

at the footsteps of the lonely hills,
under the clear skies,
thatched roofs sit astare,
mud walls,
artistic finishes of ore and ash,
a support they offer,
smoke,
rising over the chimney-less,
rooftops,
a boiling pot all know,
dusty pathways,
edges leading to shrub gates,
open neighbourhoods,
barefoot women,
children in tatters,
sacks on their backs,
to the market,
steps they take,
crows,
cries,
the children,
the animals,
no barks,
more mowws!
the rising sun,
no running water,
electricity a word that comes,
with the town people,
peace,
harmony,
brotherhood,
another day,
in the not so silent,
village...

a fathers' grave

above a fathers' grave,
a forgotten ground,
of overgrown weeds and shrubs,
of flowers,
dead and withered,
he stands,
a lone figure,
overshadowed by the tall grass,
he stares at that tree,
a dead mans' reminder,
they did plant,
and he sees a father in it,
the stem,his flesh,
the branches,his ways,
a soul in its fruits...
he stares to the gods,
the mighty who got choices,
who bring calamities upon the worlds,
he hates to question them,
on what they do and how they do,
if they know what they do when they do,
why take gods we see,
for they we see help,
these we don't can't,
and he bows his head,
shakes it,
and smiles,
to the broken earth,
quays to a world unseen,
and he hopes,
somewhere,
a man he misses,
smiles back..

on the road

chaos!
axles turning,
rubber burning,
a turn and twist,
disturbed bodies,
metal houses,
to leather and foam,
temporay residence,
for the last created,
asphalt!
wheels!
a meeting of two buddies,
nose to nose!
caution!
trend slow,
left-right,
change lanes,
accident!
music,
boom!!!
that smoke,
all that fuel,
what is the cost again?
shutter!
thief,
what did he steal?
the musketeers,
red,green,amber,
a big circle,
follow the lead,
a man in blue,
tired,
more disaster,
will you manage?

normal day

it starts before the crow,
of the neighbours cockrel,
rarely on a prayer,
for many i have sent,
yet lie on the inbox tray,
a cup barely of tea,
more of warm water,
a lie to the stomach,
a step out that door,
to the annoyance of the strangers,
wishing me a good morning,
but i see nothing so good,
nothing to be proud of,
nothing to smile about,
for all is but the begining,
of another strungle,
of a fatherless child,
in a black continent,
woods infested with beasts,
man eaters behind every tree,
to hopes of sunrise,
yet darkness carries the day,
and i walk back,
hopeless,
faithless,
to a cold bed,
tatters of worn out beddings,
matresses and blankets,
and i close my eyes,
to a timed death,
and when i resurrect,
i can't help but call,
for the real death

Love at every corner

it's strange,
how love comes to visit,
how it knocks us,
a thunder on a clear sky,
like a storm on a sunny day,
unexpected!
and we wallow,
in the ocean of love,
a bed not of roses,
yet warm,
from meetings,
in the silence of a library,
to the merry of weddings,
from praising at a church,
to the mourning at the burials,
from the cupids page,
of meet me and lonely hearts,
to the orbituary section,
many by pass,
but in all love looms,
and the eyed see,
and the blind fall,
love in every a corner!

What we do

and so we sit here,
drink vodka in tall glasses,
smoking herbs in broad daylight,
a fear of no law or justice,
for tommorow we don't worry,
a day that never comes,
to young me of dead dreams,
an eulogy long read,
and our heads dance high,
corrupted with methane and smoke,
laughing out loud,
to the joys of a moment,
to the airee of a minute,
and in the wakeness of the morning,
everything be dead and gone,
the real world hitting our faces,
of concious minds we be,
and sorrow then crawls in,
pity and fear of a real day,
everything cycling,
a spin that never seizes,
like a lone cowboy,
lost in the wild west,
everything coming to need,
and the break of day,
brings all to the righteous way

my world

back to my world,
a forest overgrown,
with mud and tin houses,
holes all round,
airation!
a land filled with rivers,
black sewerage effluents,
that flow,
past my weather beaten,
iron sheet one room shed,
a smell,
i wake up to,
used to,
and not even the parachuting toilets,
in dark dyed polythenes,
that safely land at my doorstep,
and the unlucky,
that die on the window sills,
can drive me away,
from this my world,
an eruption of a city,
rocked with tides and waves,
where there lays no friend or foe,
unconcered,
uncaring,
monks of their own temples,
where the sun is never welcome,
and the cold a no no,
a world of masked men,
uniform edited women,
trying to make their way,
acceptable by many,
yet despite the darkness,
of this world,
a warmth creeps to all that live,
and embrace before the next meal,
a world of minute minds,
my world is!

september

hot september sun,
in bare bone,
i bow you welcome,
you in whom am born,
and gave me this hue,
that they call my complexion,
a livery of your baking heat,
that tans naked bodies,
basking in beaches,
covered in cream,
and glasses,
shields to your temerity,
scars you inflict,
wave!
welcome your companion,
oh cold nites,
we turn and twist,
buried in heavy cotton,
and wool,
a fortress,
welcome you September,
the cursed month,
that took me in,

our trail

to what crimes do we charge him,
honorable members of the jury?
is it war crimes?
did he fly that jet,
that destroyed those homes?
did he fire that rocket,
that rocked that school?
did he launch that mortar,
that wrecked that mosque???
or is it inhumane acts?
who killed those women?
who shot those kids?
is it he that stands here?
no!
he ain't,
then to what case do we have,
on a man protecting his own nation,
is that wrong?
a leader saving his own people,
wouldn't we do that?
no!
we can't
we that kill our own,
we that propagate lies on the innocent,
we that invade the weak,
in our own coined names,
terrorism:
Al-qaeeda
Al-shabab
Al-taliban
Al-gaddafi
Al-osama
Al-afghan
Al-iraq
Al-saddam
al- !al- !al- !
we scared of Al- !
for we hate thinkers,
nobody should be smarter than we,
we that detest unity,
so we take it to war,
a trail of destruction left,
seeds of doom we plant,
wherever we make a step,

justice!

justice!justice!justice!
what is this justice,
i hear people rant about?
is it a cup of tea,
or a slice of bread,
for their morning take?
is it a bottle of coolness,
to quench their thirst?
is it a plate at their table,
they for dinner?
is it full?
is it empty
what is this justice,
a chorus in everybody's lips?
 for i see no justice,
on rotting bones,
what is left of a people,
dying of hunger,
in that old lady,
we all had to watch
succumb to the rage,
somebody is to blame..
i see no justice,
in crowded cells,
mistreated inmates,
slaves of modernity..
i see no justice,
but piled up files,
all in dust and spider web sealed,
and i still see no justice,
they talk about,
but a change of dress...
for the suits hold no difference,
to the cloaks and wigs,
predecessor!
but all nudity to hide,
and i see no justice,
in studs or earrings,
a persons own sense,
of fashion or what he thinks...
so tell me you,
what is this justice,
you choir about,
for i see nothing chief in justice

slave

he was a slave child,
trained to act on commands,
tied on a leash if out,
locked in the shed,
at sunset,
a dog better treated...
a rich mans' servant he was,
to whose presence he bowed,
to whose feet he begged,
and whose feet he kissed,
a lord he worshiped...
a rich man kids puppet he was,
ears they pinched,
his nose they pulled,
a Pinocchio they saw,
colored!
his daughters mocked...
he was their servant,
sold out by his own,
orders from a throne,
and into slavery thrown,
he was a slave child..

liberation vs peace

for today the stay united,
on their course,
like a flock of sheep,
that herds together,
and tomorrow they will chant in jubilation,
and will taunt at his effigy,
and dance to their accomplishment,
a 'war' won,
a nation torn,
and they will blast their guns to the skies,
a rain of bullet drops,
the air shall smell of gunpowder,
and the ground littered,
spent cartridges and shells,
throughout the country,
and they shall fly their flags high,
and mock the fallen general,
and not in far a future,
idleness will come calling,
and she will have the best of them,
and the wolves shall shed the sheep skins,
and another row shall arise,
rifle to rifle,
they will turn against each other,
tribe against tribe,
clan versus clan,
a war of blood for blood,
peace shall never be,
and few shall see,
the mistake they made,
a little regret too late,
for the clock shall have ticked.



©skillz 2011

she needs you

there were wet pavements,
washed by the untimely down pour,
unrepairable street lamps,
that never lit,
through the drizzle,
and pitch black night,
he crosses her lawn,
over her staircase to the door,
to a welcome by deafening silence,
an insinuation of her lonely world,
tap tap to the door,
his knuckles knock,
a long wait he does,
a test to his patience,
creak!
it slowly opens,
to a face of labeled sadness,
furrows dug below her eyelids,
lashes done but now destroyed,
in tears she had been,
the lingerie she had won,
to warm him at his arrival,
hid under her grandma's cloak,
and she stared at him,
with the what-do-you-want gaze,
a sign of a broken heart,
and he could feel her pain,
in such cruelty he had let down,
again again,
and he saw her fears,
that swirled in her,
but scared to come out,
and he realized he wasn't man enough,
for her heart he kept breaking,
and in tears he tries to save the moment,
sinking to his knees in mumbled apologies,
too late!
she couldn't take this anymore,
so she chose to close her door,
to his silly self,
and to the dead of the night,
under cold rain drops,
she left him for good..

the two friends

along the lone footpath,
overgrown with weeds and shrubs,
an old man strolls,
with nothing but a crooked walk stick,
to hold his stooping image,
drawn closer to the ground,
from year gone and years spent,
over seasons toiled and seasons moiled,
his feet all cracked,
from journeys taken around the world,
and not even the plastic sandals,
he wears,
can save him from the harshness,
of the earth,
on his back he carries a sack,
amateur stitched patches dons it,
a tale of hard times told,
and to his side walks his dog,
a companion he has had from way ago,
and together they march on,
in silent steps,
past the flowing waters beyond,
and over the hills afar,
to meet the setting sun..

tears of hunger

an old church,
a run down building,
i did see today,
as i took a walk home,
and my mind was flown,
to a long gone sabbath day,
that made a man change his religion,
for what happened on the day,
not only hurt but tore,
his faith,
and the tale goes,
along a coastal town,
in an island loved by many,
lived a kid,
hungry had he gone,
for a couple of days,
and on this fateful day,
he rose before the birds tweet,
and that cockrel never bit him,
to the early morning cold,
and he went to a friends' house,
who to him was more like a family,
than a mere friend,
and he said to him,
brother,
for three days i haven't had,
not even a slice of bread,
for three days,
all i have had is a glass of water,
find it in yourself dear friend,
and find me a bite,
to keep the stomach alive,
and the friend said,
lets head us first,
to that church,
and say a prayer,
and when we are done,
we shall have plenty to eat,
and the hungry man stared up,
up to the heavens and asked,
Lord is this my fate,
or another mans' sins am paying for?

hello beautiful lady

hello beautiful lady that passes me by,
today,
yesterday,
and the before day,
am intrigued by your walk,
the graceful ease that you take your steps with...
am lost of words at the sight of your body,
the curves that define your form...
hips,
thighs,
and oh!
those breasts,
make me want you close,
your lips leave my mouth watery,
i salivate for your tongue in mine,
your eyes blind me,
two bright stars that leave Venus,
ashamed,
hello beautiful lady,
that passes me by,
just look my way and leave a smile,
and i will be satisfied..

love faults

In movies and books
Even in life
When people say about love,
Why is it always positive things?
I love how he keeps me warm
... I love her smile
The bright and the bold
Yet only part of the
Whole truth to be told.
Why not say,
I love
How you are grumpy in the morning,
Yet sweet in the afternoon
When you snap at my friends
Or me, with full fury and passion
Leave crumbs around your mouth
And sneakily lick them away.
Love not just for the 'right'
But for the faults too,
Or why bother loving in the first place

to the woman i loved..

to the woman i loved,
seven days to yesterday,
i lay alone to thoughts of you,
my heart felt sick,
and all fibble,
and so i took a walk to the harbor,
and i found a forsaken ship,
that set sail to nowhere,
and i took a place aboard,
and we set out to the angry seas,
and fate struck,
drove us to unheard storm,
sails torn by the raging winds,
our ship battered by the cruel waves,
a ship wrecked in a misty fog,
and so i sit,
in the middle of nowhere,
held by a board,
rocked by turbulent waters,
surrounded by monsters,
i hardly know,
and to you i write this,
that i'll seal in a wine bottle,
and hope none but you shall find it,
hope you do forget me,
forget the kisses we had,
and the love we made,
and find you a man,
that befits your taste,
and fulfills your wants,
and let him warm your nights,
and quench your thirst,
for i am nothing more,
but a corpse that breaths

the real tension

and he asked what of us,
what was our big tension,

and some said money,
a paper that burns,
a coin that can be smelt,
into valueless trash,
some said exams,
and sure it can be,
but who works to fail?
or where is he that studys to fail?
none rises nor raises,
a hand up,
other said marriage,
a choice we personally make,
and devote our life to,
mhhm marriage they said,
but who then makes the choice?
ain't it you?
who will you blame?
won't it be you?
and none answers,
But i say love holds all tension,
for the color has been tainted,
with dark pigments,
a stain we can't erase,
a compaction of many,
of doubt,
of trust,
of faith,
of pain,
of tears,
of the contemplation of suicide,
such deathly thoughts brought,
for that is the real tension..

it was a monday

today i saw a weaver bird,
dance with a sparrow,
and the sun blew away,
the morning frost,
from a freezing tree,
and the dew sublime to the,
cracking rays,
and the ground open,
to a crawling worm,
i saw an eagle kiss a dove,
on the beak,
and i lit with a smile,
to the wonders of nature,
on a monday morning,
and i saw a kid run to a shop,
and a lady jog round the block,
and the old granny mow her lawn...
and i took a deep breathe,
of the blowing morning air,
cool and fresh,
down the chest,
and i smelt of steaming bacon,
a baking bread,
and coffee brewing,
it was a marvel,
and i heard of the flowing water,
a fountain that sprung,
under the midnight moon,
it was a Monday morning

Dear love

dear love,
is too big a sin to dream,
of sunny days and sandy bays,
of lovebirds gowned in white,
making imprint of bare feet,
onto the wet beach?
warm kisses on the cool breeze?
of seduction melodies,
in an afternoons' heat?
dear love,
would you blame me,
for making a wish,
for the lady he hurts,
the lady whose face he bruise,
whose eye he blackens,
to be mine,
a queen for mine kingdom,
the light for my world,
and would hold it against her,
for leaving him?
oh dear love,
love that lives on,
would you judge me,
if i lost trust in you,
coz of the scenes i see,
of vows that never get,
past that old chapels' door,
of promises broken,
at another mans' house?
dear love,
will you really answer me?

the end

in laboured breath,
and worrying eyes,
a man lies on a deathbed,
around stands an angel,
in a dark cloak,
and his journey is replayed...
in pain he sees the road,
he did take,
and his every step,
walk,
leap,
jump,
fall,
crawl,
shown to his dry eyes,
and to every diversion,
he had,
lights up,
and every veer,
a cause shown,
and to it,
the end results,
and to every soul he did hurt,
to every life he did kill,
and every built he did destroy,
smiles back,
at his sorry self,
and the book closes,
to a sad end,
and the clock stops,
the angel atop,

he hung there

The rope is around his neck tight
giving him no air and shortening
his life by the second,
his last thoughts were blank as if
he were
being free'd from himself.
His eyes closed slowly and the
sunlight
faded but still shined through his
eye lids,
but he could no longer see it.
He hung there with his head
sloped down
witha sad look on his face,
a look that showed he wasn't
fully
accomplished in this life.
He hung there with no one to
find him
and no one to care,
He was lonely but sad and
empty as well
as deprived not only by his
family,
but deprived from his life and
the bad memories he
carried around.
It wasn't him that hung himself,
it was the loneliness that hung to
him.

desire

The look of loves desire was in
your sweet eyes before you
wrapped your arms around me.
A heart felt hot and sexy kiss
with your womanly spontinaity
made me throb with anticipation.
With our mouths, tongues fight
for unseen passions. Our bodies
locked and pressed full length
with the satisfaction of ecstatic
newlyweds times three. Beautiful,
succulent and edible were the
feelings you felt, as my tongue
swirled around every nook and
cranny. Your body tightened with
sensual moans of shivering
happiness. Your fire blazed with
hell's heat as perky nipples
turned to marble. With tongue
to nipple lightly I can feel the
pounding of your heart. What a
thrill. Your sweet pleasure is my
business. While sexy hips roll
clockwise, your juices seem to
secrete in slow motion. Licks and
kissing around your naval gets
you hot beyond reason. Without
a word said, you ply your sweet
thighs apart to expose a
magnificent flower, filled with
honey. That first lick sends you
on your merry way to bliss.
Cupping my head, you thrust
your hips at me and I feast. The
tone of orgasmic moans take
place as I tease neglected parts
of sexy you fully. You begin to
cum times three. And before you
wrapped your arms around me
again, the look of loves desire
was in your sweet eyes.

what we have been made

under a tree,
seeping a canned beer,
a Charles Glass brew they say,
i realize we are not what we should be,
for this is not who we are,
nor who we were,

but what we have been made,
and so have we become,
once a society headed by norms,
all that we now have trampped on,
a people ruined by civilisation,
guided by a crafty mans' idolisation,
western livity.
and so i sit here and quench this my thirst,
and let sink into that world,
and not even alcohol can dissuade me,
from these my thoughts,
of beauty gone commercial,
chinese baking a bigger cake for the world,
and not even the poor can miss a piece,
on their plates...
the hairless singing of wigs and weaves,
breast enhancers and butt expanders,
a dance for the thin,
tone lighteners for the dark,
and price tagged virginity for the whores,
nothing goes natural anymore,
and love can be bought,
not even men stand the chance,
of the plastic sex on the rise,
different sizes on the stalls,
all depends on her wants,
and so they stay locked at their work,
making silly faces and noises,
all alone,
to the gadgets placed in their holes...
so what becomes of we,
the natural beings?
do we stand a chance in a mechanised world?
or just an extinct species,
on the walk?

this anger

heard somebody say am a bitter lad,
angry with ownself,
angry with the world,
angry with the society,
that brought me in,
and bred me up,
for they can't find the roots of my anger,
and so they can never really understand,
to what bitterness my anger swells,
but i sure am bitter and angry,
bitter with self for many a reason,
bitter 'coz i can't feed these hungry children,
whose eyes look unto me as their only hope,
bitter 'coz i can't house that homeless old man,
yet to my six by six bed i sleep sound,
bitter coz i can't dress that naked lady,
and so evil men a ran by lust,
and turns take on her,
angry with the world i get,
angry for the degradation,
of that African woman,
angry for the morals they have corrupt,
where sex sells and content exppeled,
angry for the death of Malcom X,
Martin Luther,
and Tupac a brother i never had,
angry to the wars they start,
the blood shedding in the middle east,
but never can i be angry,
with the society that helps me,
never angry with the uncle that fed me,
working his ass out to feed another mans' son,
never angry with the lady that tore my heart,
life basic lessons she taught me,
of pain that was doomed to come,
never angry with friends i hanged out with,
for when i fell their arms reached out to me,
so to you that seek to know of my anger,
its roots never lie within,
but springs to the strangers,
that make rules to ruin my world

A Prayer

Dear Lord,
to each day i wake up,
to sad stories of children gone,
too young to die mothers weep,
and to the news stands,
i see the horrific pictures,
of kids that are hunger struck,
nothing left but weak bones,
and i ask myself Lord,
why do the men and women,
they call leaders build vets for their pets,
and stations to wash their cars,
yet they do not dig a single well,
to quench these tods thirst,
all they do is steal the little left,
and bring 'help' when one is already dead.
do you see their fat faces,
that glitter from buffets they feast on hiding,
do you see their white clothed tables,
and the silver ware,
they are served on by that man with a tall hat,
do you see the greed in their eyes,
and the meaness in their stare,
and do you see Lord,
that soot covered pan,
that kid in tatters for clothes holds?
do you see the yellow maize seeds,
he calls a meal?
heard them say its relief food,
a dish not even worth for dogs,
i ain't taking it personal Lord,
all i wonder is why you say nothing on this,
hope you can answer me one day,
Dear Lord.

The diner

down the dusty country road,
we drove to take in,
a breathe of the unpolluted,
countryside air,
and to a diner we came to a stop,
and dove in for a cup of coffee,
and sat at the far corner,
and beauty came to my service,
a lady too royal for this,
and she looked at me,
with a face that shone with
delight,
and though from her came a few
words,
they did sound of wedding bells,
and vows made at the altar,
of an aisle covered with petals,
and a church full of warmth,
and i did stand to her,
a country girl so sweet,
now vows we make,
of happily ever after to be,

This love

There’s so many things that I
want to say to you babe,
But I don’t know were to start,
And all the things I want to say
to you,
Come from the depths of my
melting heart,
I want to tell you about the love,
About the love I feel inside,
It’s a love that has no
boundaries,
A love so strong that it cannot
be denied,
I want to tell you about the love,
This love I carry deep within,
A love that’s your’s for all
eternity,
If you give it a chance to begin,
I want to tell you about the love,
A love that grows with each
passing day,
And the more and more I see
you,
This love for you will never fade
away,
I want to tell you about the love,
About the love my heart feels
for you,
I’d love to hold you in my arms,
And for you to tell me you loved
me too,
But until that day does arrive,
The love with in my heart I’ll
keep,
And every night I’ll lay down my
head,
And with tears in my eyes I’ll
weep,
Because I cannot tell you about
this love,
About this love I carry deep in
my heart,
Because your heart belongs to
another babe,
Now mines melting,
But it has been from the start.

the me, of broken dreams

i wish i could sing along,
to these lines that touches my soul,
of wherever you go,
of whatever you do,
of however heart breaks,
but i can't go on past that,
and say i will be right here waiting for you,
for i am just a man,
sitted on shattered dreams,
riding on to the uknown future,
that knows no difference,
between love and hate,
a guy stripped of emotions,
and made a slave for the rest,
and you but a lady that knows ,
of the warmth that love brings,
and so you will never understand,
when i grit my teeth in pain,
and try hard to fight these tears,
that well my eyes,
neither will you ever understand,
when i request for that space,
to be alone just for a day,

the lady in red....

in the midst of men in black suits,
a lady passed in a red dress,
a red clutch embellished in,
red beads in wavy patterns,
her feet riding on blood red,
highly scandalous prada stilettos,
and her lips elegant and versatile,
on that glossy red galia lipstick,
her short red dress made the heads,
robotically turn in a preset unison,
and their mouths drooled,
and their hearts did race,
and in a black casket lay a man,
that could tell of this femme fatale,
that walks in red and calls on a red cell,
that writes on a red pen,
of love and hearts on arrow heads,
but all for her kiss he lies rotting,
tasted the lips  that did spell death,
and as the sun sets and night calls,
another lust filled fool shall bed her,
and at the break of dawn,
there will be one more less,
black suit,
and not many shall ever know,
what swept him away...
but the lady in red....

Play Me my Song

i never touch a radio button,
for my kind of music never makes to their board titles,
a music with no season,
age or time,
but this my music be a tainted with pain,
and hate,
like the paving blood,
that forever paints my path,

it is the choking cries,
of a dying african child,
gone for days on an a stomach empty,

it is the groaning moan of a helpless wife,
battered by a drunkard of a husband,

it is the buzz of the feeding flies,
worms and maggots,
upon the scattered carcasses,
of a fallen herd,

it is the splattering sound,
of dripping tears,
welling from a broken heart,

and these my kind of songs,
they never play...
yet they shall play,
of money and whores,
but these their steps i will never walk,
of forever young and yet they too old,
of man down from a pulled, 
a woman a trigger did pull,
it is not in the concious i beseech,
yet,
forced to think the world is so right,
while each day an innocent child coffin,
silently sealed,
lowered,
motherless,
fatherless,
play me my song....


©skillz 2011

Silent tears

No one hears you,
when your by yourself and
scream out loud...
Yet no one hears you,
when you cry silent tears
amounst a crowd...
Maybe it's the fact,
that you don't want people to
know...
And maybe thats because,
you have nowhere else to go...
But when people think,
they'd like to help you when
your down...
They never understand,
that when needed most, they
aren't around...
I can scream out loud,
and compete with thundering
rain...
I can bellow tears,
but it doesn't describe my pain...
But when i cry these silent tears,
It's in great fear of my emotional
ghost...
They describe more pain then
anything else,
so believe me when I say,
Silent tears hurt the most...

The error in her life..

just seen her picture tonight,
and it opened the gates of memory,
and down its lane i recalled,
that very first day we met,
and angel in distress she was,
in search of a sit at a public library,
and to our table stood a space,
and the wolves howled,
and heads turned onto her,
full moon time to hunt it was,
and with ease i slid to her life,
but now into another mans' arms she runs,
and to his bed she lies,
for i was but an error,
that happened to be wrote in her history,
easy to erase and forget,
and life soldiers on,
like nothing ever happened,
and i know somewhere out there,
lies another lonely locket,
sad and cold like that i know,
to complete my world..

seeptember 2

this day shall come to be,

and on it will pass like the rest,

for time is just but a tick on the clock,

there shall be no candles to blow,

nor will there be cakes to cut,

or wishes to make on closed eyes,

for a cursed day they said it is,

but the sun will rise and set,

just like it did the day before,

and  moon shall rule when nite falls,

and on that branch i will sit,

on that old tree that gaze to the cemetery,

counting the stars and the spaces they leave,

and the number will still be like before,

and the loneliness shall ride on,

a night of no armor it is ,

and sorrow will stare at me,

but there will be no tears to shed,

for many i have done before,

but of broken hearts i shall sing,

in heavy a sad tone it will be,

onto the cold that blows with no pity,

to the step i take closer to that grave....

the lady i saw

through a cracked window i did stare,
down to that dark alley,
filled with shadows,
of figures illuminated,
by the creaky street lanterns,
and on that pavement walked a lady,
beauty in all natural ways,
so untouched it did display,
and onto her hand held a lad,
they spoke with the greatest of joy,
and love showed in their smiles,
and her eyes did shine to each of his word,
and as they disappeared into the night,
i was reminded of my loneliness,
of counting stars at the darkest hours,
and watching the full moon,
and of castles i did build,
in that air.
and a question did rock me,
what if she was mine,
would she have a meaning,
would i say we got the world,
who needs tommorow?
would i open the door for her?
would i be worth her love?

The flame

on a dusty road i did cycle,
taking fists from the chilly morning,
and i have seen many a people,
but none like the awakening faces,
that i met on my way to the farm,
and i saw innocence,
bred in unwashed faces,
unbrushed teeth that spoke of hope,
for the day that was opening,
and i took time to watch,
armed with a cigarette,
and as the flame met the tip,
i saw life in another dimension,
of friends that you think are close,
and the same table you dine with,
but deep in they are lying beasts,
that smile at your face,
and snitch when you turn,

cold heart

Shimmers
Sparkles
A glimmer in your eyes
Is worth a thousand smiles

Your smooth sleek hand
Sends a chill to my heart
As your soft smile goes away

Rejection, sadness
The shining eyes you once had
Are dull
Weak
And broken

Watching from a distance
You gaze at my face
My heart is now stone
As is yours

When I see you
And our spirits collide
A chill is sent to my heart

Now, the warmth you once had is gone
Replaced with a sheer cold
My heart is cracked, broken into pieces
While you look away in your sorrow

it was not enough

In the silence of the night
when there's nothing left to fight
and your dreams are all just dreams
that wont come true.
When pain is all thats left
and you only feel bereft
as the nightmares come alive
to torture you.
Close your eyes and think of me
and the way it used to be
and the hopes and dreams and feelings
that we knew.
Then forget them all forever
'cos we'll never be together
as my love...
was simply not enough...
for you.

pitiful and sad faces

pretense took my sight today,
masked in pitiful and sad faces,
as i stood a watch at a berieving home,
an old ladys' last farewell it was,
and these wolves in sheep skin the crowd,
a bunch of what seemed to be mourners,
but hypocrites they all looked to me,
of drunkards seeking a meal,
and the last respect that lacked,
a people filled with greed,
a society devoid of morals,
a world so changed it appeared,
until the dead can't rest in peace

a woman of worth

under the candle light we shall lay,
onto that warm sheet scented with roses,
and petals scattered all round,
tender kisses from lips to toe,
i'll shower you with and a lady of worth,
tonight i will make you feel.
tongues shall meet in the dim lights,
and in the mid of this seduction,
the LP i will let play,
and let Marvin Gaye take us away.
gentle shall i be to you my love,
these warm bodies no denial to the arousal,
part them with love and hope you will take it in,
and deeper you call i will get it in,
let you whisper and make those moans,
enjoy it even all night to your want,
and say when you have had enough,
and i shall withdraw and take you,
into my arms,
and hold you as you collapse from the warmth,
for that's what a woman is worth....

even in death......

In these water colors
Our hearts bleed together
And through heartbreak
They always remain tethered
 
Swallow this light bulb
While I slit your throat
You’ve always been my searchlight
When my heart ran out
 
I always felt nauseous
In those years before we met
My stomach was filled with cocoons
Now butterflies flutter at your silhouette
 
I’ll love you forever
Because I know that this is special
Let’s hold hands and walk pigeon toed
All the way to our funeral

world at war

saw the news today,
filled with nothing to smile at,
all they talk is people and power,
a wave of revolution hitting the world,
Egypt and Tunisia yet to heal their wounds,
and the Hague beckoning to the Kenyan six,
sex and the city a forgotten film,
no one wants to hear of Hollywood,
all they cry is freedom,
while blood still drips in Syria,
and Israel won't let you into Gaza that easy,
America reeling on debt crisis,
ghosts of the 1913s come to haunt,
still waging war  in all poor nations,
and Greece still a sorry state,
Portugal and Spain a close call,

guns still blaze in Libya,
innocent children victims of  western hogs,
blast can't let you sleep in Afghanistan,
Iraq,Saddam already gone,
and the peace that once was,
now long gone and burried with him,
became a hop step and jump walk,
in Sierra Leon,
and everywhere is the smell of death so strong,
independence S.Sudan thought would be so sweet,
now blood for oil they live for,
Somalia a cold dish,
of hunger and war alround,
a man kill man society it all is,
England a ticker bomb it came to be,
not even the Queen can save it,
and Mexican cartels runs the heat,
and the forces a piece they eating,
now is the rich left to feel the pinch,
the oppresed been let loose.
nothing but another war,
of the have and have not,
a wild fire spreading so fast,
a 3rd World War turns out to be...............

Love and lust

and to who then believes in love,
to be a slave of emotions,
that clog the heart,
and laden life with pain,
misery and undrying tears,
a fog that encroaches the sight,
a mist that curtains the horizon,
untill of friends you forget...
to think fairy tales were true,
and the soaps they air,
in real time shall come to be.
so i tell you friends,
orthelo and romeo had no sin,
but of love they had to die,
so i'd rather belive in lust,
a morning dew that goes with time,
that shooting star that heads to nowhere.
a breeze amid the scorching sun,
that dances and leaves all with a smile,
a dream i won't remember,
when the alarm sounds.

Don't take my hand,

look up, sunrise,
Sunshine,
And the world smiles again,
Another 24 hours until -

And the tulip kisses don't mean a thing,
Not until the next freefalling.

Sleep, slumber clouds,
The rain tiptoes on the roof of,
The lovers' chalet,
Another night of romance until -

Painted my finger nails and eyelashes fluttered pretty,
Beauty was a mere lullaby.

And who knew he was everyone else's mirage?

And who knew he wasn't only for me?

Dance under the moon,
It's not yet full, but perhaps,
One more wolf cry until -

And there were many other ways to shine,
Inspiration's only the start.

Don't take my hand,
If you're not going to kiss it,
I like gentlemen, now don't I?

Flowers, frisky,
Blatantly,
Yet another fails to repent,
One more breath until-

And the world didn't seem like it was a second ago...

In death he thought

conceived of hate,
a cold child he was,
laced with evil,
and demons of gone fathers.
many a sin they saw,
a devils' child they thought,
brought off wedlock,
said he had to pay.
tender of age,
fatherless he was to be,
society raised,
learning the hard way,
faced with misery,
and none a lending hand to give,
rejected by many,
a few he could trust.
of drugs a family he saw,
of crime a distance he stayed,
sought answer from all around,
to prostitutes and,
the worlds neglects,
of lifes question,
an answer hard to get.
a lone child,
of lost hope,
in death he thought,
lies the words,
he searched for..


©skillz 2011

yours tonight

I can't wait to kiss
your soft and
gentle lips,
And wrap my arms around your
hips,
To make you moan and call me
lover,
To make you cum as I bend you
over.
For my kisses to be in tune with
your heart.
To set you on fire as your legs
part,
And you pussy become wet as
morning dew,
As I bring out the freak in you!
I will make you scream as I suck
your clit.
Just before your mouth engulf
my dick.
The pleasure of squeezing your
behind,
As the lust overtake our mind.
As we lay spent from all of our
desire
Still warm from our sensual fire.
I will whisper in your ear as you
hold me tight,
Baby I am yours all night!

sensual

Soft, sensual
curves and
that short black dress
I've been gone so long
and my mind's a mess
The sky is dark
and the rain does fall
Memories of you and I
against cool, wet walls
Thighs are spread
and hips ride high.....
My warm hand slides deep
between your sexy thighs
And my tongue, it parts
your tender lips
Chills run down my back
from your fingertips
Being inside of you
Our thoughts are one instead of
two
Feeling you make love to me
Warm breath against my ear

the dove

on the two legged stool she
stood,
a noose around her young neck,
her once cute face now grief
engraved,
cold tears down they dripped,
all those memories she couldn't
erase,
now a burden she couldn't
embrace,
her wimpers couldn't be heard,
her choice wasn't to be hard,
this was the way it all had to be,
and ,
a lonely dove flew down low,
to her,
the sight told of love,
love could really
hurt,
tore down its chest to reach its
heart,
a gift to her more than love,
but you could have heard the
snap,
as she shut her eyes,
and let her feet drop....

tonight...

tonight i lay me self down,
with a soul of mixed feelings,
a bleeding heart full of sorry,
eyes wet from tears never
thought of,
i blame no one for this pain,
but silly self ,
for believing in such lies,
cursing for ignoring all,
the chilly morning tried to warn
me,
the cold afternoon tried her best,
the sun couldn't show its face,
old brother knew it all,
now darkness invites me,
with arms wide open,
and so i lie down,
tonight,
cold
tears dripping down,
sure
i will cry tonight...over
you alright...and
tonight i'll sure get over

saddest night

She puts a sad face tonight,
dull and gloomy unlike any other
night,
an ice tear dingling on her eye,
dry pale lips adds to the sight,
Her sad state felt by all below,
calm trees can't sway to sorrowful
night tunes,
end up engulfed in thoughts that
ain't their own,
wind ain't humming this sad night,
time they all turned still,
saddened by her sight,
angry clouds can save it tonight,
the glittering waters now cold and
still,
they keep watching her pass,
will 'til she fades away,
and wait for another another day,
and so on she sodiers,
into the unheard worlds,
where pain and misery take no
part in her,
to the worlds full of warmth and
love,
such did she try to find,
such in a world of white and
black,
but the grey shades them all,
heartless is all they were,
and now she is gone,
gone to the unthought
worlds :'(...

touch............

It been forever since we touched
but now our hearts are
pounding with sweet anticipation
We try to make it to the
bedroom
but passions build; the hallway
will have to do
It's almost too dark to see
but I don't need any light to
explore
the peaks and valleys that await
my touch, my breath, my kiss
Our fingertips touch with electric
flash
bodies so close we feel the heat
of the other.
Your mouth awaits the velvet
crush with anticipation
...sweet taste of your neck on my
lips
Arms wrapped 'round your
waist, holding tightly
your huge tits press on my chest,
feeling your softness
slip inside the waistband to feel
your smooth ass cheeks
reminding me of secret treasures
buried deep within
With a snap and a zip, your jeans
hit the floor
panties reveal a wet spot of
excitement
your musky scent fills my head,
stirring my own passion,
pushing aside the smooth satin
to expose your lovely flesh
Wild with desire, my lips touch
your clit, your body shivers
as my tongue probes your wet
pink flesh. Panties pushed to the
floor
so I can explore the soft folds of
your pussy. Fingers
slide deep to reach your g-irl
spot...knees buckle slightly
Pulling you to the floor, ripping
away remaining clothes
is the prelude to hot, steamy sex
that begins anew
You spread wide to welcome me
into your loveliness
Cock into cunt, our bodies
locked in the grip of your legs
The feeling of your tight hole
enveloping my slick shaft
brings my climax close. Pumping
madly, blood pounding my
temples
my strong hands cover your
breasts, fingers sharply pinching
nipples
bringing your orgasm near the
brink.
Nails dig deep in my back, raising
streaks of red across my
shoulder blades
your body arches to meet every
thrust, hungrily devouring every
stroke
into your needy pussy. Head
thrashes side to side, "come on,
lover"
you chant "Fuck me hard!" Your
words push me even closer...
I work a free hand between your
ass cheeks, seeking the back
door
a lubed finger finds a home in
your dark canal
working its magic to enhance the
lust in your groin
"It hurts...good" you yell, as I
insert another digit
One last, deep thrust..."I'm
cumming, baby" we scream in
unison
Filling you with my cum, feeling
the wetness of your climax
mix together adds to this crazy
moment. Hold me tight. Feel
every muscle
contract in our mutual ecstasy as
we lay, still in the dark hallway

lonely

I’m a bird perched on a window
Waiting for someone to open to
me
All doors remain closed
Even the ones I lock myself.
These wings spread, readying
flight
Leaving before anybody has the
chance
I pray you can prove me wrong
Yet I still feel no breeze.
A lonely swallow
Ignored due to size
If that is all that matters
Then I have to grow some
more…
Fitting inside the broken hole
Doing dangerous things
vandalizes
The body, mind, and soul
You just have to know how to
escape.
Without getting caught…
A lonely swallow
Paid no attention
Flying south crooked
Only going in circles.
I need direction…open your
heart!

believe?????

I’ve been told seeing is believing
So how can I believe it is air that
I am breathing?
How can I believe that it is love I
am feeling?
Or that my life is controlled by a
greater being?
Maybe we need to sit down
Take a deep breath in air that
we don’t believe in
Ponder on our non existent
thoughts
Wonder on our imaginary faith
Is it safe to think that my life is in
my hands?
Or that a greater being exists
holding the strings of this puppet
But I don’t see any strings
So my life is in my hands
But what if those strings were
tied around my hands
Placed behind my back where I
can’t see
Then where is my life going to be
placed?
Matter of fact I can’t see my life
This theory is starting to confuse
me
Maybe I need to stand up
because this seat is driving me
crazy
My mind is gone
But how can it be?
That I can feel such emotions
but I can’t see?
Maybe I’ve been taking this
theory far too seriously
Maybe this theory is just utter
bullshit
Devised to confuse and make me
refuse to believe
Devised to make me lose faith in
a greater being
So maybe I’ll disregard this
theory
Believe what I choose to believe
Not listen to all of the crap that I
seem to hear
Because it could be the devil
whispering in my ear

no more

She would lay there
Broken
Sad
Dead inside
Slit Wrists
Arms spread across the floor
Love walks in
Seeing this pain
Love forgets her and runs to
another
She hurts love no more
And love no longer walks with
her
She lives no longer
Her body a shell
For a dead soul

i wish

I wish that I could close my eyes
go back to blindly believing lies
What I wouldn’t give to be a
child again
to have faith and trust in other
men
Alas my eyes may squint or blink
but they won’t stay closed, I am
forced to think
Cursed to know what my
neighbors supress
I’m surrounded by fools and
loneliness

without you

I read poems that I wrote about
you
and realize I still believe
half of all the things I said
most of them about how you
make me fear
and how you also make me
smile
made me smile.
I am glancing through broken
bottles
and empty cigarette paper trying
to find clues of
who and where I am
while singing songs by the verve
because I start to feel I am
no longer
with you
i look at cut up papers i once
tore
to stick on birthday presents for
you
and realize i would lose a lot
more than just you if i
left
but i am now so lost and asking
myself if
i am ever ready to be
found again
maybe by you or
someone else?

confused

to what shall we
then toast,
if the day ends and
we are all alone,
when night comes
and evil puts a grin,
when cold hits and
all is in vain..
to what shall we celebrate,
then,
if fear is the head,
and faith the tale?
to what then my friend,
if trust is lost,
and love is dead?
shall we drink to fates hand
where pain is right
misery a tight
noose
and death at the left,
tell me then friend