Indian masala

strange it be,
that i never once anything indian liked,
never their tatas dreamt of,
for in few months tatters they be,
never once their food a craving had,
too much pepper for a stomach sake,
do it any close to delicious taste?
bet pros they be from ages of chilli to date,
never much of indian culture a tiny intrigue have,
that age and height,
horoscopes and seasons,
a compatible mate can give,
such be my greatest of grandfathers,
thousands of generation from black adam born,
a habit noble thought,
now from graves bones turn,
nothing shakespearean in their now dead thoughts,
never the indian religion an admiration have,
for i never believe cows a world created,
no beings with multiple arms a people should bow to,
but a people a choice have,
in clarity of conciousness such to choose,
but for once something indian in me much has touched,
that thing in long shiny free flowing hairs,
jelly lips brown eyes a cute nose,
such a face i think about,
in a sari elegant be,
yet sexy and for the night can't wait,
such a belly a dance rocker be,
smooth and soft skin rough hand may scathe,
so be it known,
that only this be my indian fancy,
such indian masala a flavour adds,
to a dish almost burnt,
such indian beauty that i adore

the other world

to a world always unseen,
in a dark cold night i venture,
in this world bats are scared,
masked men in cruel intentions too,
and i always the super hero be,
in this world i can and do fly,
few times tangled i can not,
in this world i drive cars,
in day light real world a few men own,
in this world i date and marry,
that girl that me forever scared of,
that girl in fantasy i forever put,
in this world my angel she be,
in this world a rich man i be not,
but a pauper neither resemble,
in this world life a soundtrack has,
at times of love the skies pink they be,
in white suits from the background marvin gaye sings,
and under that love hearts filled tree,
don william sits a guitar strings striking,
next a fall silently calls,
a breeze from cascading clear waters by cruises,
the rainbow around dances,
and golden rays from a shining star,
a paradise illuminates,
and beyond inviting green woods,
a choir of birds this world music fills,
and that untainted young grass,
to and fro gently dances,
and i a princess hold,
a classical romance,
a white dress she be in,
and i a simple HIMYM suit,
a legendary,
and we walk hand in hand,
bare footed on the soft young grass,
watching a scenery to many magical is,
of falling waters,
and a setting sun,
a golden horizon,
and birds wing to wing dancing,
to this moment rarely found,
to this magical world,
to kisses that warm feel,
to a paradise found,
in a dark cold rainy night,
under a gloom laden moon,
i silently in closed eyes venture...

a chick from hell

he ran cold,
standing there by the road,
a gaze shot to that building,
that fifty fifth floor she called the office,
in days that today had come before,
insticts had talked of something wrong,
and he and sweet friend instincts a long talk had,
for many things in her now had been turned,
her dressing,
those mother teresa garments goodbye she bid,
and alas!
a welcome of those paris fashion house pieces,
slits that more than flesh a display was,
a seat to take always a problem was,
her hair in many ways she did,
her face now knew what make up was,
and yes we can a motto was,
but this change came too soon,
friends in silent thoughts a red alarm did sound,
code red,code red in zipped lips did shout,
little did they know a chick from hell she was,
and so he crossed the road,
and took an invention to that floor,
he welcomed self thorough an open door,
to an office that none in was,
trying to think another room voices let,
no doubt in happy times someone was,
a step to the key hole,
a rated scene he did see,
behind the desk time she never spent,
for on top of it pleasure she found,
it tore his heart as the handle he took,
in angered and shaky strides into hell he leapt,
but who could blame him for such,
at times a little fury hell has...

in sadness it ends

trash i was she forever told,
a dog not worth even her
cloak
to touch,
taken a slave,
a master to serve,
and to serve i proved my
worth,
to my knees she would
make me,
the tiniest of dust by my
shirt to wipe,
to her books i a shelf was,
from class to the gates of
her
home...
she never let the sun scorch
her,
nor a rain drop near her
land,
for i the shelter held,
while she and her chatters
refuge
adored,
in unending gossips made,
while i drenched became,
a foot bridge i was where
they
couldn't cross,
a tale of a rich mans'
daughter,
and a poor lad,
kick hit bag i turned,
for whenever madness to
her
crept,
a throw and hit therapy she
needed..
swollen limbs and clawed
flesh,
in solitude i did nurse,
now time be gone,
and i but a free man am,
though in a tin house sleep
takes,
a happy life i enjoy,
while to the streets she took,
deserted by all that around
stood,
crippled by drugs a lady of
pride
fallen,
so to men herself sells,
in kinky dresses and
overdone
applications,
too much of everything she
could
get,
and not even her hair be
there,
forced to wear that in a
shop
sold,
and while to my metal bed
lie,
a rest of a hard days' work,
in heels and nakedness the
streets she takes,
attempt to lure a penny
from
every man she meets,
legs apart,
a display of what be in store,
and of pity it be,
that such a lady this would
turn,
not wary of the dangers in
she
be,
all for pride that down
comes
crambling..
but who then of them
would
have guessed,
that in such sadness it would
end?
©2011

The Swamp

tonight under the moonlight,
in stretched a pose assumed,
beside murky waters,
a swamp that once a fountain
was,
in this stillness of the night,
on wet grass i lay,
a company of toads and crickets i
be in,
listening to this great choir,
that since days of miracles,
such classical music they hum and
croon,
simple croaks and stridulation,
chirps that memories away take,
and with my head on an arm
rested,
and a gaze up the skies,
i see a forming dew grow up a
leaf,
and slowly it takes a vein,
down just to hang at its tip,
twinkling under the bright
moonlight,
such a beauty often never seen,
bringing a smile to a being down
below,
and a fire fly by passes,
swirling around,
magical adoration aboard
twinkling stars,
and suddenly a bat takes to the
skies,
such a creature to the moon
aims,
and all this wonder of nature,
that for ages blind had been,
a tear at the corners of my eyes
make,
and i wish pap was around,
thoughts of how we would be,
father and son together a sky
stare,
thinking of what together we
would do,
chit chats on women cars and all
that men die for,
and in the woods of such that in i
be lost,
i feel the dew on my nose drop,
and i see the bat to a halt come,
and in a distance a voice calls,
son....
such tears never keep...

Answerless questions

i wish i could read her mind,
i wish i could tell those thoughts,
i wish i could see past her sorrow gaze,
for her stare tears me up,
left to wonder what she really thinks,
for though my heart cold it be,
from a far a warmth it does feel,
a heat i can't describe,
scary it be,
such a love again to lose,
but why then this way life be,
that they that be loved know nothing about love?
why such weirdness a world should have,
that two,
opposite forever are?
is it the way of love,
is it the way of nature,
can one be taught,
can one swing off such a way,
why can't it be any easy bid,
that when loved then heart back loves,
wouldn't it many a down pour save,
wouldn't it many dreams build,
wouldn't it many a soul save,
if it were wouldn't it do,
but if it can't then,
why an understanding not create,
of difference we walk with,
what pleasure would it create,
what music would it play,
oh what a many monster it would humble,
what a many rocks would it soften,
but adages go that i was so to be,
a way of creation none can fix,
toads be ugly and frogs atleast
sun for the day and moon for the night
far a warmth it does feel,
a heat i can't describe,
scary it be,
such a love again to lose,
but why then this way life be,
that they that be loved know nothing about love?
why such weirdness a world should have,
that two,
opposite forever are?
is it the way of love,
is it the way of nature,
can one be taught,
can one swing off such a way,
why can't it be any easy bid,
that when loved then heart back loves,
wouldn't it many a down pour save,
wouldn't it many dreams build,
wouldn't it many a soul save,
if it were wouldn't it do,
but if it can't then,
why an understanding not create,
of difference we walk with,
what pleasure would it create,
what music would it play,
oh what a many monster it would humble,
what a many rocks would it soften,
but adages go that i was so to be,
a way of creation none can fix,
toads be ugly and frogs atleast
sun for the day and moon for the night

It was never love

not a sunset goes without a thought of her,
the lady who in a pool i met,
and the cold waters caged in cement blocks,
our hearts did in a knot tie,
and these memories of us tears me apart,
and if a script of love was to be written,
it would be of our walks on the beach,
and that kiss she gave me before the staring seas,
it would be of the sunsets and stars we watched,
at the fall of night beside crushing waves..
she taught me the courage to cross oceans,
always there my hand to hold,
and she sang me melodies in soothing tones,
she was a dear,
she was a queen,
she was a lady i came to know,
and we rushed to love in folded eyes,
turning the blue skies grey,
a warm weather turned freezy,
signs sailed on the blowing wind,
and you could see the birds shake their heads,
for ours was nothing but devourment of lust,
that woke sleeping bats at noon...
and so i sit down in regrets,
wishing i was never such a reaper of hearts,
wishing that the blood in my veins,
did flow like all other human beings,
wishing that i could crawl back through the hour glass,
and be the man that said no from the start,
but all is done now,
spilt many a bottles to cry no more,
and though thoughts of her never seize,
i shall try more than i could try to fly,
that in my heart her to forget,
not her name but her face and voice too,
for i am a stray dog that a kennel doesn't deserve...

Tales of the Ex

Nana Poet Ibrahim
I'm terrified
to walk the streets without you
holding my hand
you left me with no choice but to
turn my room into my safe house
but I get scared whenever I switch
on the light and still feel that my
heart's stuck in the dark, scathed,
each moment promising that it
will hurt you as much as you hurt
me with every frail pulse,I hate
that I need you to prove my
worth
it sucks that I still love you...

Skillz Tha Poet
it barely hurts to
hear you say such,
it barely changes my thoughts,
for to me a choice it was,
to let that hand go,
and never again its warmth to
feel,
and i laugh at the site of you,
as those streets you cross,
in loneliness and sadness,
a little pay for the games you
played,


Nana Poet Ibrahim
Those games
I played were orchestrated by
your actions
I have never seen you smile at me
the way you smiled at her
It was in the way your face lit up
when you heard her name
your touch has never been as
cold as it was from that moment
you laid your eyes on her I
sought comfort in another man's
arms
but nothing he did could
compare to what I felt when you
held me
his smile did not charm me like
yours did
boy,it sucks that I still love you....

Skillz Tha Poet
a butterfly
funeral was what we had,
constant yells and
incomprehensible nags,
never at the table would i
swallow in peace,
and the bed was never a fortress,
the bites and the fights,
never once you a warmth did i
feel,
you once were the dream i loved
to have,
you once a thought i loved were,
but of ice age became,
and from heavens an angel was
sent,
that away my heartaches did
erase,
an ear she gave to my worries,
a shoulder i did lean on,
be it that i was wrong in my
doing,
but love seems to have grown old..

Nana Poet Ibrahim
Then let it be
his touch I shall endure and make
new memories of my new
founded love and this love that
seems not to leave me at peace
will eventually be my past,never
to be revived....

Skillz Tha Poet
and her the
flower i love to pick will be,
and together we shall by your
house walk,
in tangled fingers and smiling
faces,
and my heart shall dance in
suicidal victory,
seeing you clench your fist,
and make those devilish faces,
and i shall kiss her at your
window,
a little pain to kill you slow..

A Letter To A Friend

so they say from way back they did know her,
of all pleasantries and praises her they shower,
but i of no interest and an accident her came to know,
not much of an angel but more like a rusty bottle top,
that had been on many a beast stampede,
her hair full of mites that in and out did take flight,
her lips too dry petroleum jelly would be of no help,
her eye lashes a bush that never a gardener dream had,
she was never jolly,
but a mean faced demon,
from the bins she fed,
on the streets she slept,
and out of pity i took her in,
taught her to hold a cup,
and how to take a meal from a plate,
taught the difference between a spoon and a fork,
she barely understood,
and with years i taught her of life out of the streets,
taught her of the importance of a shower,
and why one wore inner garments,
and thanks for my samaritarian help a toilet she knew how to use...
and now to those same streets she walks,
in difference and modesty,
a student that the teacher she did smart,
and men praises of her they sing,
knowing a few that of her they awaken and sleep thinking of,
and they write and sing of her all day,
yet sit scared to tell her of their heart felt warmth,
scared that mine she be,
but confessions i do make,
this damsel i picked from the streets,
a commandment on neighbours was i but keeping,
so you don't be wary of if or if not she be mine,
my work i did and the rest be yours,
the mites are gone,
and no longer the stench of bins does she stink,
a spoon and fork she does differentiate,
and worry not about those plastic bags,
for the toilet she now can use..


©2011

fantasy at a funeral

broken gravestones,
forgotten cemeteries,
pieces of broken hearts,
scattered below withering lillies,
willows that stare to the ground,
gullies from falling tears,
scavanging worms reaping apart cold corpses,
and infront of rust fested crosses,
a cheap black casket,
below dark umbrellas with brown handles,
held by weeping velvet gloves,
before a drunk father,
and a holy book to be read,
amid dark scary clouds,
that ashes for drops rain,
amid that sobre mood,
i see a lady i would never hurt,
her dry ripped lips bleeding of pain,
her dilated eye balls tales of cries,
beneath dirty sheets and torn blankets,
her dark eyes thunders received,
flying fists and express kicks,
a plastered arm,
a broken rib,
a heart scathed,
too much for loving the wrong clown,
yet to me a beauty she strikes,
in pale flesh agonies of days perseveared,
and though such a distress call she be,
to me a spanish melody she seems,
a lady sweet to make fairy tales,
a princess i would chase into raining volcano,
and as we sung in the sweet by and by,
from hymns photocopied in white papers,
a farewell bid to brutalies spoken by none,
i race thoughts to candles on long stands,
a table for two in dim lights,
and vintage wine from a sunken ship,
a wish,
a dream,
a fantasy,
a making at dead mens' ground,
if it were to be,
such a lady warmth would again feel,
love would again believe in,
never another tear to shed,
never another blow would hit,
never another cry would she make,
but that be my horse,
that not even i can ride,
so to this stable it be locked,
as we lay goodbye the man she had..

©2011

Letter to a bird..

dear sandra,
pardon my letter scribed in haste,
a night couldn't fall before it got to you,
i know your heart did shut,
not even a micro thought of me,
but my eyes have never shut,
at the beautiful image of you,
my lips never anything bitter ever tasted,
as the icy tears that did your cheeks cascade,
and my heart never a beat ever missed,
in memory of two hearts that together did croon,
to melodies and rythms of bodies that met,
soft lips,
warm flesh,
easy breathing,
they were nights of pleasure,
but all that sits an archive,
of sunsets that once were,
for you now fly a lonely bird,
that crows like ngartia chase,
too swift for them they anger,
wishing you could sit together on a branch,
watching weaver birds do their arts,
and listen to the blowing wind,
yes my dear sandra,
this crow to its nest wishes you visit,
and let it admire your feathers,
a check on your wings and talons,
wishing they could devour you,
before the eagle takes to the skies,
and rips it apart,
though of pretence a friend be,
this crow your beak admires,
at your feathers does quiver,
the alignment,
the decorations in you,
the way you take flight,
a victim of admiration you do leave behind,
yet the crow seats and boast,
in pre-recorded laughter and plastic smile,
in mockery and satire,
of your curves,
from sight to bum,
a little jealous that i ,
from your fountain did drink,
and given chance again would drink,
while it of thirtst does die,
so if you can its thirst quench,
a little favour for a a moon lit night..

Honesty in thoughts..

coffee in a tainted mug,
a dish washer it has never seen,
and i sip this frothy black liquid,
a taste of sugar and not too well talked of a drug,
lost in flashbacks of by gone memories,
of the women i loved and the woman i do,
a little thought of those i never had,
a forced smile to mask the guilt,
but to what guilt should i cow,
if the woman i dream of,
under her linen another man entertained?
but to what guilt should i cow,
if the one i trust another man job she blows?
rocking the taxi from the back seat,
in dark alleys that they hide...
such questions that tear my heart,
such thoughts that shutter my ego,
and so none understands,
why ice my heart a cap has,
why my fingers cold a touch feels,
why my gaze bloody it is,
blood shot eyes and veins that run down the face,
of love torments and tears that never dry,
for that is how life has become,
never what it used to be,
to have and to hold,
to love and to cherish,
forgotten like adam and eves' death,
anyone that ever had of it?
but life goes on i hear,
nothing different from a rose,
that withers upon its branch...
faith gone,
trust dead,
and love a chorus sang only at a burial...


©2011

fallen angel

she used to be my friday night call,
in skirts and dresses a flight landing to my door,
stockings that rose from the toes,
and disappeared into her inner thighs,
tops and blouses with no underlying bra,
was hard avoiding to stare,
her lips lucious,
her eyes close to pure,
her hair an indian touch...glossy,
flying in the wind,soft to my feel,
we used to play fight in bed,
working fingers over her warm flesh,
and tongue to her craving,
after a leak of juices,
and a down pour of sweat we lay in smiles,
and i would watch her sleep,
feeling her take breath,
and her heart rythmical beats,
warmth below white linen,
nothing angel-like beneath,
but two bodies garment-less,
and she was a maiden so sweet,
from her lips to the fountain between her thighs,
in moans and laughter,
to kisses stolen in the streets,
and she was an angel on earth,
a fair damsel that did sail with me,
but she was from my rib not,
but another mans' treasure,
and now he captains' her moves,
in his castle she lives,
in his bed she lies,
drowning in tears and a torn heart,
in black eyes and a broken nose,
babies filling,
and another yet to come,
but i pity her less,
but move on my way,
to a destiny set..

Shame that i want you back...

Sandra Gabby It's such a shame
that i still want you back,even
after you broke my heart and
shuttered my trust. Even when i
told you i loved you still turned
your back on me,
you didn't even turn around,
no,you didn't even bother,
i just stood there,
with many answered questions
racing through my mind,
asking what i ever did to you to
deserve that kind of treatment,
asking why you would trash me
when i adored you like a god,
wondering when you turned into
a heartless beast,
and how we ever got to that
point of you not loving me any
more!
And now here you are,swallowing
your pride,
saying that you want me back,
i don't know if it's an answer to
my prayers,
or a curse in disguise.
I don't know what to believe
anymore,
you hurt me once,real bad,
you wouldn't hesitate a twice,
never seen you cry before,but for
a reason your tears don't make a
differnce, they won't heal my
wounds or remove the scars,
they won't unbreak my heart or
uncry my tears.
And don't ask me what you did,
i saw you with her,
and that wasn't just a friendly
kiss,every one could see the
chemistry between the two of
you, i tried to act like i didn't see
it,
but it kept haunting me.
My friends,they told me about
it,but i didn't believe them,
until i saw you...
And yes i love you,
but im not sure i can trust you to
fix the heart that you broke...


©Sandra Gabby

Love her

that woman,
that young lady,
that daughter of a man,
that that gives you her a heart,
love her...
hold her under twinkling stars,
hold her under the rain,
hold her like a classic guitar,
stroking her precious strings,
hold her in a like that novel picture,
that lady that kisses your pains away,
that lady that lies on your chest,
and listens to you through the nite,
treasure her...
love her like she was your first,
love her like she be the last,
give her the moon in a camera picture,
give her the wind in a recorder,
trap for her the world,
for she be precious than an 1880 wine,
that that you drink and out comes,
treasure her as she does your feel,
though a man be a dog,
a dog can be leashed,
and dogs are tamed,
so tame you the dog in you,
and learn to love like you did at first

What did i do to break your heart?

What did I do to break your heart?
What did I say to make you cry!
I need to know what I must do to put you back
together again.
I watch you crying and I feel ashamed,
I watch you hurting and know I am to blame.
What can I do to make you smile?
Can I say anything to change your mind?
Will you say hello if I get you a teddy bear?
Will you tell me you love me once more?
I know there is something to make you smile.
They say she will never want me again,
I know they lie.
I watch her through my own tears,
I let the razor slice through the thin skin over my
wrists.
Maybe if I let her see my tears then she would
understand my pain.
I never meant to make her cry,
I never meant to make her want to die.
I love you! I will shout.
I will hold your wrists in my hands and kiss
away the drops of blood.
I will understand what it is that makes you so
sad.
Because I love you I will give up my own life only
to make you smile,
Because I need you I will stop sitting in the sun.
Because I love you I will give you my own heart.
But please let me know what I did to break your
heart?

In the meanwhile

early morning,
no cock that crows,
no coffee boiling,
no wife to kiss good morning,
just me and a vacuum for a home,
loneliness my trusted mate,
and so together we start the clock,
humming to three little birds lp,
bob marley always a legend,
with hopes of a brighter day,
dreams of a better future sparkle,
and let no lie,
and let not forget,
the day shall end with nothing,
just a few words i call poems,
and the night shall refuse to fall,
scared that the day to follow too,
shall,will be of no difference,
and yea i shall be back,
thirsty,
hungry,
sorrowful,
to my lonely mole hole,
and i in mind shall have faith that am full,
a glass of water and am fed,
and i will play a tupac song,
better days a track i cling on,
and the words shall sooth,
and i shall fall to closed eyes,
and the nightly hours pass,
a welcome to another tilt,
yet i try my luck,
day in day out,
below clear skies,
or grey clouds,
and this i shall do till i can't,
and try i shall till hens can fly,
but when i can't i won't resist,
but a noose neck snap i shall,
though a permanent solution,
a temporary problem i give,
i shall have desired the peace,
i shall have time to sleep,
till then i await the sun,
till then i await a sparrow dance,
till then i await my luck

thoughts of vegence

these feet carry a body of vegence,
a soul baying for blood,
in search of a dress on the run,
a brown african daughter i prey,
her picture in mind hang,
her scent in the wind i follow,
she can run but never swift for my rage,
find her if you can,
drag her through those streets,
dump her at my feet,
let her in tears mercy beg,
a deaf ear am ready to give,
my heart she did break,
now,
her bones crush i will,
her flesh i shall reap apart,
over her frail figure i shall dance,
raining blows and kicks,
in laughter i shall drown her moans,
a bull ring i shall plug onto her nose,
a noose of barbed wire around her neck,
and i shall drag her along earth and fire,
feed her with pieces of razor and broken glass,
pump boiling milk into her bloody throat,
nothing gory in such a scene,
her eyes i shall pop out,
her nails shall i pluck off,
her hair i shall on fire set,
and when am done,
and the pain in me gone,
i shall hang her by the tongue,
and let all that is red drain out,
and all that pain she gave me,
shall be forever gone,
till then this femme fatale i go after,
like a bounty hunter in a Clint Eastwood film,
for she took me into the modern wild west,
and now her blood i crave

goodbye

woke up never thinking of this,
but now i do and know not why,
i sense tears not far from the last
stop,
ain't full till i am done,
so while we at it lets pass the
word,
my heart is dead and long as it
been gone,
the fire you had lit long been out,
ashes left to what once was,
your touch invokes nothing in me,
your cries barely a sympathy
bring,
a dark cloud to my eyes you are,
nothing more than a minute gone
by,
never to be gotten again,
for you am dead,
an emotionless corpse,
so go you your way ,
and let my world be,
for you bring nothing but pain,
nothing but sorrow,
nothing but agony,
wishing you did sublime,
wishing the ground did open,
and sucked you away,
and this i end without apologise,
for words alone can't heal a
broken heart,
nor change what in your heart be
me,
good bye

the writing

am done arguing,
lamenting on the past,
none that i in my strengths and,
weakenesses can change,
for destiny is never on paper written,
nor the paths we trod through,
a papyrus graphite scribed,
neither the pains in box locked,
tears cried alone never fetched...
for this is the way life ought be,
kisses in the rain a fairy tale,
forever and ever a shrek land,
nothing true in dreams,
but a vision to try reality be,
castles in the air a motivation,
never to be yet a try,
so i lament on nothing gone,
never turn hulk on shattered dreams,
for the world spins no matter the weather,
seasons come in china despite the pollution,
and arabs flock the US,
nine eleven never a forgotten date,
the sun rises,
and the moon shines,
though we light our nites with bulbs,
and bee wax,
a way of nature still stays,
so i lament on nothing gone,
nor hurt of broken hearts,
for the birds never cry,
when we turn a deaf ear,
nor the wind frown to the man made horns,
turn digital or not,
go loud or soft,
the birds still sing,
and the wind still blows,
so i lament on nothing gone,
but smile to the sinking sun,
a kiss awaiting the shining moon,
call her a reflector,
she still shines,
the way it all was written

auto...me

in the early wake of the sun,
reeling from throbbing heads,
a yesterdays disaster,
at times,
i make wishes to no falling stars,
that i never listen to Dolly Parton,
or,
Kenny Rogers,
for they make that island in the stream,
sparkle,
hear them talk of making love,
and how they can't leave,
without the other around,
riding together,
no one in between,
and my heart then wishes to sail,
sail away,
to that other world,
oh!
how beautiful they make the world,
for three minutes a fantasy,
and then am back,
back to the noises of the route 237,
45 blaring like another davids dance,
damn what did i just,
guess its the liqour in my stream,
please pardon me reader,
am just out of me..

i need glass in my casket

although I could never forget
I think I'll let you
Take a step, take a bow
On you own now
Cos' I've been dragging you down
I don't wish for tears
I don't want no violins
I want quiet time, hushush my love
I want no roses
I want broken glass in my casket
I want acid in my bloodstream
I want you to no longer, have to love me
Give me my knife again
So I can erase
the engraved message
On my arm
Not in pen
Though it'd be alot less messier
And give me the scalpel
I need to dig it in
I'm digging for something I'm never gonna find
I'm digging for light not stolen from your eyes
I don't wish for tears
I don't want no violins
I want quiet time, hushush my love
I want no roses
I want broken glass in my casket
I want acid in my bloodstream
I want you to no longer, have to love me

Duet of the Bitch and the Dog

Nora n Skillz:
I shot the windows of your
car,
and I had a reason for smashing
each and every one,
your side window
for every time I sat there and
you
yelled at me.
for every moment you hit me
physically,
for every second you opened the
door and pulled my hair,
for every minute people couldn't
do anything but stare.
your back windows
for every time you pushed me in
n I screamed,
for every moment you abused
me
sexually,
for every scratch on my lighter
skin,
for every second you had to
being.
your back windows
for every time I hated your guts,
for every minute you you said
you
missed me a lot,
for every hour you forced me
into bed,
for every second I wish that
window was your head.
I shot the windows of your car!


my datsun 120y
stands a shell,
reeling from pain brought down
by your hand,
yes that trigger you did pull,
and yes you did feel good,
now it is my time to avenge,
say good bye to your stilletos,
and those tip toes you call
designer,
forgot prada does burn,
haha wait and see how swift they
go,
adios to your gucci bags,
oh that giuliani clutch you did
treasure,
sad sad they had to taste the
flames,
check the washer for your
dresses,
and the pawnshop for your
grandmas' ring,
just a little rage for my datsun,
Hahahaha

encore

who dares dissuade i from this my line of thought?
who clumbers to mention 'evil' for my wishes?
who preaches heaven and lives in hell?
i beseech ye that screams in silence,
ye that cries in laughter,
behind those mahogany doors you call a fort,
ye that sits on carcasses,
drinks from broken bones,
and dines on anothers pain,
i walk a temple,
fearfuly and wonderfuly made,
so an art work of the greatest,
with a choice of be or not be,
i of the black genre,
who knows the degrees of the sun,
who knows when the cold bites,
none but i that knows this my way,
none but i knows this my life,
of sleep on cold floors,
of meals on broken china,
of bugglers that prey for my blood,
yes my friend guilt ain't imprinted in me,
yes my foe,i never forget you,
dance in jubilation,
dine in celebration,
and drink ye in to my fall,
for a cat never lies on milk,
nor a does a dog miss a juicy bone,
and i this chance of freedom,
and utter peace..

my love

my love,
i've gauged many a ways to tell you this,
none devoid of pain and anger,
yet the more i hold this back,
the more the guilt corrodes my soul
and heart,
left with no option but to tell you,
i know you love me,
hold no doubt that i love you as much,
but your love is misplaced,
not worth a wretch like me,
your time i have wasted,
now your feelings i scathe,
how i wish i could avoid this,
but am a wreck lost forever,
no dreams,
no hope,
displaced faith,
drowned to the dark depths,
only the dark angel knock i
await,
helpless i am,
like a sheep with no flock,
dinning in a wolves den,
yet so precious,
so beautiful,
are you in my world,
a world you were never meant to land,
a world reigned by darkness,
and tears that flow like streams down the mountains,
spitting and splattering pain gushing from all,
this world,my love,you don't deserve,
and so i bail you out on this,
and wish the lillies grow in your next world,
fate find you a hand,
that guides you to a bed of roses,
where smiles look down on you,
and leave me to burn my shrubs,
the withered pines i call hope,
wishing your story ends with happily ever after,
and mine just the 'End'

the reaper..

tears of fire that did rage,
evaporation of memories,
dreams delt a blow,
just another show of the power of death,
and who do we blame,
for our own inflicted fatality?
is it the devil we don't see?
talked about in holy grounds,
to the kitchens of our grandies?
screams!
the hunger within us,
a struggle for survival,
to the bangalows in the west,
back to the shacks that house me in the east,
every day pain of a dead soldier,
the reaper in all cloaks,
yesterday came the fire,
today the alcohol,
crying hail mary before tommorow dawns,
heaven help from angels above,
trying to live today,
in a man's way,
before time ticks for me,
till then i moan my gone friends,
wishing you Rest In Peace,

fantasy

fantasy a lady in an ice dress,
dating the stormy rain,
dancing to her drops,
kisses struck between lightining,
shivers and shudder on the cold,
another thunder in grey skies,
drums grandpa never told me of,
laughter to drown our cries,
screams of a pirate,
a patch on the eye and a sinking ship,
the loner lost at sea,
misery a song for me,
death by my hand,
angels in grey,
mourns from broken wings,
miracles seized to happen,
all but a church choir lacks,
laid on open casket,
suited up for last goodbyes,
a smile on a dead face,
and green herb to keep me calm,
the journey is long,
my fantasy to die soon

hope?

My entire being cries out
helplessly,
for mercy, relief from heartache.
No
one hears me, no
one sees me.
I'm invisible and so is my pain.
All my emotions swelling up inside
me,
Rising to the top, read to explode.
It's no use so just push them back
down.
Further and further untill i'm
destroyed.
With no room for hope in my
shattered heart,
there is no room for
disappiontment to follow.
Stuck in this endless ocean of
terror,
I will drown and vanish into the
depths
bottomless pit.
Put me out of my misery, death
calls to me
Like fire calls a moth to its
burning desolve.
look up in the sky with defeat
and give in
a battle already won.
Hope is a sign of misery.

ballad

i ride a guilty soul,
a horse with no saddle,
bred on betrayal and deceit,
heavy enough to stroll on bowed heads,
wet eyes afraid to blink,
tears,
cold and icy,
for friends i have let down,
and promises i can never keep,
disappointment,
a rose with no petals,
a bee with no sting,
nothing but an ego too big to turn,
leader to a dark future,
knowingly yet i walk into,
choices made in sane and insane mind,
never a confusion but yet could be,
a laden soul trespassing unconcerned streets,
can't lift a head,
scared of the mysterious,
strange-smiling faces,
taking every step with a wish,
for the ground to open up,
suck in,
and bury whole,
to hear screams drown at the gushing earth,
and wicked bones pinned by the raging ground,
erasing each and every print ever made,
gravestone blasted away,
the fierce wind,
no trail,
no memories,
no archives,
a case shut,
for a man that never was..

s..o...r....

I live in shadows.
I am forever wraped in sorrow.
Never screaming never crying,
no sound comes from my mouth
I am forever in sorrow.
My heart is in pain,
never to be free again.
My love is gone and I'm alone.
I have been left in the shadows
of their minds never to be
seen or heard just a small
reminder of what i once was.
A shadow made of sorrow that
wanders through the halls of
the school never to be loved,
Never to be Spoken too.
I am a ghost that is in need of a friend.
A ghost that has no more love.
i am a shadow that you ignore.
I am a girl that is no more.
they ask questions as to where i've gone.
They really don't see me do they?
they really don't hear me.
shadows of sorrow that is what i am.

Mother Africa

mother africa,
why do you banish me from your face?
is it because i eat with a fork,
forgotten how to dig in with my nails?
is it for a white mans' garment ,
that i blow my nose with?
or is it for the bowl i help myself on?
mad for i don't go to the bush no more?
you seized to smile at me,
since the docking of a wooden vessel,
at your grand port,
welcomed that alien that brought me this,
that who taught me nobility,
and decency in a three piece,
now you turn grey,
at your own doing,
and punish me with your sun scorn,
mother africa,
mother africa,
who erased your beauty but you?
you stood bold against asia,
but now you take her blows,
her swam crushing over you,
midget smiles of a torn shoe,
so you cow away,
shifting the blister on me,

the innocent me,
mother africa?

dead

waking up to fading bells,
a white man preacher doesn't care,
damned sleep i can't have,
see my girl got a smile,
a long night we both hard,
tired of sleeping and smoking all day,
that herb getting me cranky in all ways,
drama when i try to run away,
red dress for the last date,
scared of the cemetry,
reunion with dead mates,
close those bars i call a gate,
life still a lonely trail

The kiss that never was

the kiss that never was,
riding high on liqour,
and cheaply thrown drugs,
fuck the lords behind this,
cold i try to escape,
find me self wasted,
shit! should i shout,
damned be me for what i think,
now i see her,
we cuddle,
am high,
yes!
lord do i cry this away,
biggest mistake i make,
damned be the kiss that never was..

Sail on

am gone you say,
the sails are up,
am not blind enough to see that,
i let you go,
wave from the stormy harbour,
a broad smile i will give you,
so sail thee well young lady,
to sea you chose,
row your boat its your choice,
go then you to that haven,
you long have wanted,
lie where you feel warm,
it's been cold nights i know,
embrace that that makes you safe,
would do with a little security too,
bid farewell my world,
a dream is all it is,
and they sang of dreamers,
and warned you of falling for them,
or you forgot the tune?
oh!
don't fake those tears,
silly emotions you got,
that cunning face i have known all that time,
crocodile tears?
oh!
go on,
no goodbyes today,
sail on and never look back,
from your ocean my heart already swam..

grandpa

grandpa,
that old impressario that lives,
always calming my overstrained
galloping nerves,
a therapy of wise words,
elegant,
neat,
wisdom under grey hair lies,
Grandpa,
still knows fashion,
in denim and jordans,
age never a barrier,
a religion of the civilized follower,
Grandpa,
the pain you feel i see,
eyes curtained by tears,
the dark in me you see,
don't take my sorrow grandpa,
let me drown grandpa,
in this prohibition beer i crave,
for am left a pleasure-seeker,
allergic to those goyische ladies,
in short and long skirts,
suffer that ho that comes unto
me,
a bitch in time breeds contempt,
Grandpa
let me be for the minute,
before middle age hits,
and i get all paunchy and
ludicrous,
in pitiful puckered knees,
and vericrose veins,
a pelican belly and the indecency
of a haggard face,
foo to all that,
Grandpa

SunsetSunset

on a keen day fall,
we did part ways,
days gone but i see,
in clarity like my vodka shot,
the time you had chosen,
all prepared,
the event in a certain theatrical genious of your own,
in black stockings,
high heels,
a lavender dress with an Indian brocade,
opal earrings,
bracelets,
perfumed and hair combed,
eyelids shining with bluish cosmetics,
all that element of theatre in those looks,
damned be the flavor of subjugation,
in what was my love for you..
i picture what would have happened,
if instead of listenining so intensely,
to that beautifying and dramatic filth,
you did construct for my sunset,
and think what if?
what if i did knock you down?
what if i clutched your hair,
and dragged you screaming,
and fighting around the room?
what if i flogged you until your buttocks bled?
what if i did all this?
what if?
i shouid have torn your clothes,
ripped of your necklace,
brought my fist down your head!
but i reject this mental violence,
afraid of the secrets of such brutallity,
just hitch my agony to a star