evening dawns

and so i sat below at thatch,
and watched the sun fall,
a war waged by a swam of sad stars,
and the foot thumping,
hand swinging creatures saw it not,
all in their own merry made,
none a pale face had,
and be it like the shell sadness in they hide,
the lone sun down did cascade,
to that horizon,
ages gone but still a home provides,
and she closes her eyes,
to the crosses and ploughs made,

the guilty song

had to say goodbye,
take that boat down the river,
a dream to sail away,
a bottle of whisky,
and a country lime,
the only true friends,
they said am running,
and am going to run 'till the feet are scarred,
and all that is true,
my heart will tell it too,
happens to be the only race,
of a convicts' soul,
and so i sing while i row,
rowing rowing down,
to the sunset sky,
humming to the guilty song,
never going back to that shack again,
mind made the choice,
that invites no bargain,

valentine fate

sadness grinds with me,
down to the pools of tanned waters,
and i can never tell why such in me embed,
could the clue lie in the wake of her smile?
or in the coldness of her heart?
left to drown down tots,
whisky lullabies oozing from the jukebox,
all that warmth now gone,
walk in green gardens now a forgoten venture,
now a stuffy bar,
stained glasses for the lips,
hard liqour for the throat,
and all that smoke for the lungs

in day break she shall remember,
valentine was tragic,

Painful Goodbye

fade away my weak bones,
let that flesh fall apart,
for these shackles for long been a load,
laden with pity and pain,
pale eyes and distraught thoughts,
been cold yet a hells' fire fury rages,
none to warm none to heat,
now i throw all in,
the last energy i got to tap out,
for hope that i had is gone,
time to rest,
i will have to.

©2011

Paratela

what if i wrote of a whore,
that used creature in kinkies,
red lips and flashy heels,
laced with perfumes and erotic smiles,
standing there at the corner street,
that feels no change in seasons?
many would read it,
lost in their own fantasies,
of strip poles,
and drive by motels,

but i won't...

©2011

Farewell...Lady!

am clouded in sadness,
my heart had barely healed,
now another scar it has to carry,
my head can barely stand tall,
afraid of the pity all over scribbed,
these eyes i struggle to keep open,
silent prayers said from a soul within,
scared of this river that awaits to spring...

yes i was stupid,
to realize that only you was meant for me,
but my stupidity didn't call for such a farewell,
now i barely have a home,
all but a wreck and dump,
broken china,
torn seats,
turned tables,
sorry a word of the state,

what had you against my shoes,
was that you hated them?
why had you to burn my treasured suits?
now grandpa in his death bed can not sleep,
a heartache you have left,

but i will heal,
this is but a passing wave,
you hit my shores,
but i shall take the pains,
and walk on...

©2011

The Gambler

his fate lies sealed in a deck of sleeping cards,
a circular trunk,
little fructured stools that sadly stare,
and that lonely cloud of smoke,
that alone hangs above,

and he knows the drill,
such be his loyalty unquestioned,
a long friend to these dens,
a chamber sitting never missed,

he knows when to light the cigar,
and when to put that filter off,
he knows when to kiss his beer,
and when to put on that screwed smile,

no prayers made,
just wishes to night lady luck,
and so the cards are given,
in search of the winning hand,
no maths class needed,
but a cunning mind,
that dances behind fear,
too much at stake,

in loss and in victory,
the gambler makes a vow..

©2011

The Chance You Didn't Bank

she wouldn't love me,
for not even a penny had i,
took off to the ferraris and maseratis,
to white skins and curly hairs,
said she wanted to feel the sand in cape,
dine in modena
while she wined under the rewind of the Targa Florio...

...now she begs me,
jamming my answering machine
her 'please call me back please' barely heard,
a thousand less one today she has left,

sad ,girl said my steps were slow,
done with the flight an elevator now i take,
hey,girl,never heard the tale?
it was of a first step that a long journey did start...

jam my cell wont drive me mad,
scream my name and i wont look back,
that was a chance you never banked...

©2011

Ugly Beauty

and sure she had the walk,
could tell she had a brain for maths
by each step she made,
a stride in calculation,
yet she was devoid of much,
but not the gucci and versace,
nor the prada and gabana...

in her natural state a complete wreck,
extreme makeover would barely help,
but all that she lacked in beauty...
....she had it replaced in style,
so the buck said..


©2011

Blunt News

speakers booming,
a lady voice now a news reads,
husband and wife caught selling mary j,
office?
their house they say,
and you put that fairy smile,
on the day you get stoned,
they a news on blunt read,
close thy eyes,
and sail away,
them read,
one caught,
always another peddlar around the street,
always another blunt for all..

©2011

Dear...

dear,
for long this i have hid,
a feeling too strong that i feel,
a warmness unlike any other,
a feeling that comfort in words spear,
in valleys of trial,
and those hills of temptation,
a feeling of which many a soul a white flag raise,
calms the stormy waters,
whatever the depth,
and what be this my dear,
but a love so true...


©2011

A Woman

Give her a boquet,
those cemetry stolen roses in royal ribbons tied,
and your heart in village hand-wood-box made,
and she shall stride for the death scented flowers,
and leave a treasure rarely found,
for that be a woman..


©2011

Beauty in a Fog

in the early morning chill,
in a hour engulfed in fog,
this beauty by me pass,
through the wetted path,
that lie a victim of an evening
pour,
these my brightened eyes she
barely can see,
her glance dissuaded by this tan
from birth endowed,
and so she walks through the
mud,
away into the sucking fog,
not once a glance behind thrown,
left in fantasy,
thoughts of that flowing natural
hairs,
that dances in the morning wind,
fading away..

©2011

Dear Rain

dear rain that falls ,
see these pale eyes?
see the pain in them runs?
torn eyelids,
many a struggle blows taken,

let your drops splatter on these
brows,
let that cold feel rush down these
lonely cheeks,
drench this pity filled soul,
not a single tear be left salted,
falling waters,
take this helpless body to its
knees,
drown these sorrowful groans,
take away this loners' gloom,
wash the sadness that fogs this
soul,
drain it away into the gulleys
hold..

©2011

Warmth of a Cold Heart

ever seen a sun ray cut through the mist?
ever seen a mirage dance on a rainy day?
ever seen a rainbow after a sand storm?
ever seen a pauper with a queen dine?
i have,
i have seen lillies make love to roses,
i have seen slaves rise above kings,
an empire crumble to an ants march,
seen flakes fall on a summer eve,
i have felt the warmth of a cold heart,
felt the death of hunger on a piece of stale bread,
and to this the joy of a falling tear,
that all the pain away drains,
and goodness did grant this lonely soul,
that of love never had,
untamed,
a charriot on a broken wheel,

take my sight and see my side,
to those slopes behind lie,
to the streams down flow,
a world to which i fall..

©2011

Music of a Sad Man

to what a reward do i get,
if forever young i be?
a little ambition that never grows?
a little bread?
to what crown do they i bestow?
a wrinkle devoid skin?
do that a sad mans' music a taste change?
to what then be to live forever?
girls?
those leg parting creatures a dollar smell worship?
tatters?
garments a cold barely can take?
or be a groaning 'mach that a dawn can't wait for?
to what then,
do i forever have to live for?
a dream,
yet i barely a sleep do get?
to bow down in begging?
to shed a tear in a meal search?
pity?
to sit in that rubble corner,
sadness laden,
to painful thoughts?
then if it be of that,
let me die a young mans' death,
let i be shot along the streets by a rival,
or that a cap fly me away to hell,
change this music of a sad man,
to another short story..


©2011

If you forget me

beloved,
with every gaze and stare,
that i throw at that rainy tear that dots the ground,
at that dew that drips down a falling leaf,
to that gently dying light at the horizon,
or at that summer sun a warmth brings,
or that burning log at the fire place ashen,
carries my thoughts back to you,
making it be such like everything that does exists,
from east to west,
beneath the pharaoh tombs to the pyramind peaks,
were ships on a stormy sea,
forced by the raging waves,
to set sail to those isles of yours,
that in patience await my docking,
but if be by the falling hour glass sand you forget me,
so shall i by each of its grain thoughts of you away lock,
if you by the church bell toll you forget me,
do not bother saddling up,
neither call for my trail search,
for i sails shall have raised,
and if you see it too grey and stormy a harbour,
and a winds too strong to hold on,
and to that hour you decide to leave,
hear you me,
on that day,
on that bay,
at that hour,
i shall lift my anchor,
and row away,
to that other land that awaits,

but if by each sunset and with each dawn,
you feel that the vows between you and i should be,
in implacable sweetness,
under falling petals,
if with each sunrise the smell of roses fills you,
and a soft breeze up your lips climbs,
to seek me,
know it in me it all be a re-run,
nothing extinguished nor forgotten,
a flame still blazing,
for my love is fed by you,
and as long as you in tenderness hold it,
so shall it in mine a arms forever be,

©2011

Sad Memories

memories of love,
sandy beaches,
sunny days,
hands that held,
feet that another ran after,
imprints left,
now away washed,
gushing waves a ned see not,
kisses,
blown to far grounds,
a rushing breeze in sadness taking,
a bed long ago warm,
freezer cold now a partner,
humpty dumpty scenes over the kitchen table,
to that warm rain under that man made cloud,
now a ghost that each a day haunt,
fading away,
a chase by falling hour glass sand,
a laughter in a night did echo,
now a foe to the ruling silence,
a garden withering,
spring raised flowers a new winter fight,
hopeless,
a vein once a cell did carry,
now a maggot along swim,
festation of death,
a cold heart,
death a choice to relieve,
a sadness never kown,
now a friend to many,
a music,
dirge for now cold man,
pain of a broken wing,
a difference of haven and hell,
but a short trip,
tears,
a lake did fill,
sails all high,
search for a paradise lost,
memories,
of a love gone


©2011

Lady in a Dream

dear beautiful lady,
yester night i woke up from a dream,
of petals raining,
beautiful faces glittering with smiles,
themed with carribean melodies,
a spanish guitar from a far heard,
and to this that my heart into a race took,
this land that rarely in i land,
that a warmth bring,
to reality i want to bring,
to hold on forever
a treasure hard to lose,
but you are but a fiction,
created from a day light desire,
built from wishes,
a breath given by want,
yet that image somewhere maybe,
locked in same chains as i,
of loneliness silvered,
sadness links,
trying hard to break,
inability a vacuum of love,
wishing for that knight,
a horse,
or that chariot and roses,
vintage love drunk,
yet none by your cottage rides,
and it be that by these we passed each other,
you a care in the world barely showing,
while i crippled by sadness,
a head drag,
afraid of condemnation ,
a whipping from many a lovers that tag along,
hope tonight you know that am thinking of you,
and when you close your eyes,
that night rest to take,
know that i am here waiting,
anticipating for that moment,
that this dream a reality you will make,


©2011

Sunrise Wishes

i wish i had wings,
up the skies to fly,
dance with the wind,
in love shed by a warm sun,
a night to silently watch the stars,
sitted on that crescent moon,
in thoughts made on golden pavements,
a gates of silver slowly opening,
i wish i had a lady to call mine,
someone to carry a rose to,
that audience a guitar would listen to,
sitted at that beach bench,
wathcing the tidal waves,
and that breeze hit,
coolness,
a tangarine sky watched,
before the heavens a darkness invades,
a lady that would make me shed a tear,
bring me crumbling to my knees,
stare into her eyes and next be lips locked,
i wish i knew love,
make a heart warm
perfect the art of makeup,
play fight in sad times,
end the hour in laughter,
i wish she was mine,
in that kitchen feel her tenderness,
a hot pot made,
cool the boiling blood,
a romping in slow motion,
beads of sweat let,
soft voices whispering under wool and linen,
and we would take to the streets,
hands locked,
wishes,


©2011

Their World of Love

she gave out her heart,
he squeezed it,
crushing it to pieces barely collectable,
she gave out her love,
he turned and stared,
backing up a few yards,
in quick feet kicked it away,
she ran sad,
a tear shed,
he sent it back,
a fist clenched,
a blow a thud sounding,
another black eye,
she tried to mourn,
drowning and choking in screams,
whimpering,
a stray dogs' cry,
wished to run away,
she could never brake the chain,
scared of a loners' world,
slave of a spell,
a wing-endowed childs' arrow poison,
that through her flesh did land,
bullseye!
a shot that never missed,
heard she was an angel,
sent from grounds above,
a eve from a garden chased,
left to curse,
he never was a beast,
he never was a monster,
trails to a dark childhood,
a jack made dull from way then,
reasons for his loud silence,
mocked and bullied,
a drug crippled mother,
an alcoholic father,
a racist brother,
and a whore for a sister,
an alter ego born,
escape from this a hell,
he grew in hate,
a root firmly anchored in a heart,
he knew nothing about smiles and grins,
never heard of laughter,
joy was so coy,
only frowns and yells,
flying bottles,kicks and fists,
an art learnt at home,
hate hookers and drunkards,
hated women and accent crippled men,
a flame he could never put out,
and so they live,
sadly,
forever..


©2011

Stolen Dance

she stole a dance for me,
said i wait for her on that second flight,
an entry together make,
took my best saved,
a night in memories be thought of,
rode vintage wheels to the hall,
kept busy watching the clock tick,
turns made,
never her slippers heard on that silent night,
just hi's and helloss from many a lucky
daters,
braving a night sting,
hoping anytime an appearance make she would..,
the moon took high unto the dark skies,
a walk the only solution left,
so pain and a hurting soul a feet carry,
past concrete walls and green woods,
shivering through the midnight mist,
vegence a drip from the eyes,
then blue red lights,
and a wailing from a far,
sirens air filled with each step,
the skies opening,
heavenly pours a pave to wash...,
a mangled wreck lay awaiting a tow,
covered bag on a stretcher away taken,
heard she tried a call to make,
something on an apology for running late,
before screeches then a loud bang,
a breath could not hold,
so much pain in her last stare,
weak knees was all i had,
choking on self tears,
from a smoke still rising,
to a dance that never was,

rest well my love,
this heart a ages will take to mend,
these scar forever to heal,
and the memories never shared,
those that did fade in unwelcome tears,
shall be made next to angels,
to melodies from golden trumpets,


©2011

Tin Glass

today before a voice spitting box,
before burning coal that a mountain hill cold chase,
below these mountain slopes that a fog blind,
i dine in a house of meaness,
evil stitched eyes that in darkness burn,
silent tones that wish you away,
and this be the way they be,
that invite you by mouth,
yet deep in a regret fountain springs,
cursing and wishing,
that to forfeit this a date you will,

an old black mans' selfishness,
that brag and boast 'cause they have,
serve a poor boy with a glass porridge,
tin glass that a handle lacks,
burns to remind you of a door never to knock,
scars that a china clay makes you crave,
a meal served in a two thoughts,
just your worms to feed,
and you but to taste,
sad to they for such triffles barely a soul perturb,

these little deeds,
painted by cold scolding eyes,
that dart in stares thrown in selective glances,
be but wood that burns,
soon consumed by the fire,
that out and within burns,
and all but ashes be left,
and a wind that blows,
everything carries,
nothing left a reminder,
never a memory of heat that did warm,
maybe a soot that a a wall did coat,
or a smoke that a cough left,

wave you trees in disbelief,
these walls much have seen,
they cry not,
just crack in pitiful pain,
that from years gone sprout,
a silent wailing never heard..


©2011

Loners' Dance

what if i had a heart,
what if i could say i do,
would she stand by me,
would those bells ring to forever,
lady would you be a date in white,
that that day me a knot tie?
oh she would not a paupers' hand accept,
not even for a Holy grounds' sake,
for she do not feed on love,
trust and faith long she lost,
and this dance be mine alone,
i that never known a candle lit table,
that two i hear do share,
she said my one room tin shack is too small,
and these grandma lent sheets a cold won't shield,

this loneliness engraved cage be mine,
painted in snow,
a wall of ice that sweat in my toil,
and this my bed full of spikes,
cold edges that remind of a future lost,
and pity nature sorry can't find,
now this heart left but to burn,
in the coals of solitude,
a grill a many before lay,

won't walk east to west,
nothing new there shall i find,
won't bid wishes for that moon,
it lays a beauty up those skies,
but i shall watch that horizon,
drown in endless seas,
the beauty of a dying sun a eye see,
mesmirize in a melodies a bird sing,
a loners' dance never been of merry,
a tale of diamonds that soak in death,
a loners' dance,
steps in silence taken,
humming to nothing,
that wind tightly clutching..



©2011

Religious Pity

their voices echo through empty seats,
a walls a suns' scorch take,
and a tear that clouds let beaten,
a only audience in misery,
and their hearts be in faith,
their souls a redemption seek,
and i pity these poor mouths,
in pureness a thought sing,
a religion long robbed,
cunning liars and honest thieves,
that barerly steal but borrow,
prayers that heal now packaged,
pity to the naivity of flock,
had i but a way to kill ignorance,
but i to judge shall not,
sit back to waves of drowning voices,
watch faith tear us apart,
and hope forgivenes shall rain down on we,
for little sins i hear lay in no different a pose,
with that a man that hard sweat a offering take,
to drive in ,
erect castles guarded by breath picking cannines,
religion corrupt,
corrupted,
capitated,
now a cripple that can't crawl,
a field of actors and actresses,
dancing and falling to 'powerful' hands,
prayers from a man that barely cares for his family,
and the Holy books,
oh they got a gift to interpret them,
nonsensial gibbering,
see them take the asphalt,
and they fill their seats,
awaiting those pockets,
pity..


©2011

Silver Dance (Josy W)

will let you know of this my curse,
that a scorpion a scare get,
a rattle snake a dance on my toes,
kisses in hisses,
such tales ain't to be told by my barefeet,
a desert sand long missed,
but today you breathed life to a dying thought,
many a hours tick tock death invited,
to get this quil on milk running,
spilt in awesome desires,
it be strange fair maiden,
that this to you i scribe,
in a journey long and a setting sun,
a moon wanting to awaken,
yet a cloud anytime would open,
barely do i such courage find,
makes thank you a word precious,
hope you remind me to rock a roll,
say in next a dream you i meet,
for such sweetness a honeydale appreciat would,
hopefully heavens permit this,
to know angels need not any white horses,
to toast in a merry meeting,
golden wings a shelter,
but till the happy hour us finds,
have this my imagnational rose,
that by silver gloves be picked,
this just for you,
let it open to such dreams you wish..


@2011

Death in the Night

i watch them holding hands,
on that garden pave a walk take,
and what of those glances,
decoding a work to do,
and she unto him much a comfort,
such merry a sprint way seen,
and now the lock lips,
a tongue tie,
same way below the street lamp did,
a yester night memory,
and a deception many a calendar turn been,
and now here all lies,
a books' page torn i retrace,

and to you trusted moon,
that this pitch black part,
to this in brightness i to see,
and you stars by her side lay watch,
and you trees that i mock and laugh at,
at the misery that my heart raids,
hold it not against me,

for tonight am done with the pain,
walk to that warmth a home we share,
and i shall lay wait among velvets,
litter the walk in dark rose petals,
and i will wait untill she in slumber be,
and past a silk lingerie this butchers' i shall drive,
gag her cries till she is gone,
and that body a jerking stops,

and so woman,
to the paved lane a kiss you shared,
i will drag your cold corpse,
and hope your love finds you..


©2011

A Torn Hearts

he said,
i have walked these roads,
in the heat of the sun,
aiming to a mirage coated distance,
and i have braved the cold,
and thorns that by night bite,
and sting,
and i have seen the beauty of spring,
lillies sprout from the broken grounds,
and the sadness of death,
willows that not a root longer can anchor,
and i have heard of doves and pigeons,
a difference i barely can tell,
and so have i of sweet melodies,
that sooth,
and that that a tear bring,
but hardly i an angel seen,
a beauty,
shall i say a treasure hard to find?

and now here a chest be,
partially unearthed,
from quite a far a golden lace shines,
each a step a colour change,
shall it of silver be?
of iron?
or a carpenters' wood made?

and what inside lies?
cold pieces of broken glass?
rusty pieces of blood tainted razor?
or shall it be an air that awaits to be free?
to whizz upon my face,
up to the windy ways,

and to this thought
scared
a heart torn,
i shall away walk,
and behind won't look,
change the course that my feet a trail make,

and so off he walks,
leaving prints that turns make,
and days shall come,
and the clouds once shall open,
and these prints away be washed,
and never another reminder left...


©2011

Memories..,

down those scapes sits an old lady,
in this wretch heart's dearly missed,
her picture,
in mind vividly etched,
her wrinkled skins,
many a ages seen,
sorrow filled eyes ,
many a cries of her long gone son,
that a turn of decades a soil,
and giving up bones left,
though life to her a fire and ice rage brought,
a hope of a happy home she never lost,

and now she sits,
beside those three stones a flame burns,
watching over that soot endowed pot as it boils,
all alone,
no one her to help,
still holding to the little energy left,

in my young days her i barely understood,
why she would talk to the cow while milking,
why we ate a half loaf of bread for two weeks,
or why she would never buy me school clothes,
reasons i patches a name got,
but now time be gone,
realization i never slept hungry,
sugarless black tea and sweet potatoes,
a delicacy was,
sleep on a hide caught,
beside a calf and two goats,
the only family i knew,
stuck in seclusion,
mean eyed relatives all around,

and though forgotten the two were,
a happy times always was,
sundays and christmas she would make me brave the cold river fetched water,
and scrab me with a bar soap on a cut off polythene sack,
cover in petroleum jelly,
and into the used yet well kept garments...

memories

©2011

skillz tha poet: Thoughts of a Lonely Soul

skillz tha poet: Thoughts of a Lonely Soul

Thoughts of a Lonely Soul

what if i took this asterix portion,
would the goul in me out come,
and what if it came,
would these my shaky knees hold?
and what if to hold they could,
and i to her pose conquered position went,
would my mouth a word utter,
or would it bubble in a drowning mans' screams?
would i be in gritting teeth,
or in flesh that a cloud of sweat be?
and say none of that a happening did,
all a butter glide,
would she frown or a jerk brand i?
would she from my weather beaten,
toe parading,
shark turned shoes a glance escalate,
to my had-tried unkempt hair,
in pissed up judgemental a thoughts?
or would she of pity be?
would she a chit back chat,
or would anger reign?
oh!
would she say in all-went-well moments,
days later this my ragged face any familiriaty bring?
or in assumption hanging left?
what if in all ways tried,
and never in a single sunset,
a reason to hate gave,
would i her list of friends into make?
and say more than a friend became,
to dinners ate in marvin gaye melodies,
and stars watched from a neighbours roof,
would it a more than a calendar last,
or would it a NO be?
wars of class faught?

if i did try would she?
thoughts of a lonely soul never answered,
always a dreamer ...


©2011

Rich Girl , Poor Boy

she wakes from velvets and cottons,
dresses in around the world known creations,
from shelves picked,
all to fill her wants,
she dines among kings,
served in silver wares,
by men and women,
her taste always a prioty,
never long a distance does she walk,
a guard to her assigned,
everywhere a guardian to follow,
from this her palatial dwelling,
to wherever her mind guides,
be in the broadness of day,
or the thin dark of night,
the 'chiefs' daughter they say...

he wakes from torn boxes,
many he worked hard to get,
cold,
and a stomach that won't seize the rumbling,
no one to fed for him,
but the solo creature that he be,
a glass of water drunk in faith,
he gets into tatters,
through many tailors have passed,
in a prayer he leaves the rusty tins that him shelter,
a heart filled with hope,
that these golden rays that the air pierce,
a consolation shall bring,
a fatherless son,
a mother long gone,
a poor boy...

many a times they have met,
with each a meeting a radiant in his eyes seen,
and she admiration of him always betraying,
his pains she knows,
forced a meal for him to steal,
time to time,
a sneaky affairs unknown,

them together is a sin,
to be known in a tragedy shall end,
and curses in anger made,
secrecy,
their only true friend...

tonight be their night,
a plan that for long been created,
revised,
and rehearsed,
so they sit awaiting the moons tip,
on the first wink to act,
through those clear waters to run,
shackles broken,
a freedom each in their way to taste,
anticipation,

©2011

Last Whisper

call her angelic,
say perfect she be,
this beauty,
below nightly heavens,
my breath does snatch,
in mangled thoughts they term her a rose,
red,
pink,
yellow maybe,
in that light skin,
and sweet,
flowing,
a natural hairs,
but pity be unto me,
that but her potraits admire,
in the coldness of a dying october moonlight,
left her images to stars a comparison,
least of mine a misery,

this,a queen,
in my world i would want to have,
wishes of fairy ends,
yet would such the comfort of tiles,
and fortified walls leave?
the warmth of foam,
and smooth silk forfeit?
to be a guest of cold and mites,
that be my tin world hosts?
would she dine on greens or a white mould?

'no sonny!
such to royalty and nobility belong,
while you to beggers and sufferers,
do belong,
be it your poor heart you need tear,
then, you to hopelessness hold,
and shed nothing while to the isle she takes,
in a knot to a noble be tied,
for not even the patched pants you shall be in,
on that last chapel seat,
a pity on you have'

but that be just a voice,
of hidden fears...
for the lady,of whom this i write,
holds the last a whisper..

©2011

Night Streets

tonight as i took an idle walk,
those hours to kill,
a promise of another dawn,
i met a lady used,
head to toes,
skin to flesh,
staggering in fruitless steps,
falling off her transparent heels,
dirt up her legs,
to that barely fit a skirt for the streets,
grabbed me in her soiled hands,
mumbling in search of sympathy,
in her choking breathe,
but who i such a wreck pity for to have?
her friends below dim lights,
gossips make,
some that a little sorry get,
while many tonite a competitor celebrate to lose,
and i see tummy fested fat dwarfs,
walk away from a devils den,
zipping up,
and zoom off with no second glances,
then what used to be someones daugher,
wiping off what they left,
in preparations for another,
light a cigar and puff with the least of worries,
and such makes me boil,
in uncontrollable anger and resentments,
and to this that drugs rule,
to strangle and wish to rot away i had to fight,
as to that hospital i had to carry,
praying that in survival she finds redemption,
seize from ungodly ways,
but that be my prayer,
for new tricks to an old dog hard are,
and soon to those alleys she will back,
to quench thirst of the thirsty,

©2011

At Her Window

i saw a lady in the dying hours of the sun,
that my breath in a click of a casio did take,
a heart for a moment a beat did avoid,
she was beautiful,
in words no description can be made,
her lucious lips,
coated in tantalizing girly stocks,
her eyes shaded,
brows well made,
a beauty that out would stand,
even in the stillness of asian innovations..

watched her model away,
in einstein matheciated steps,
and finese of a lioness,
with ease and slightly hidden agility,
as the ground took her tiptoes,
in cyclic turns,

but woe unto me,
for in my lineage courage to chase a damsel was devoid,
greats that of taming a shrew got scared,
left to watch and trail,
in distances and imaginations,

and now in her bed refuge she seek,
while i across the streets at her window stare,
wishing she could just for a moment stand,
walk to that window and see,
that i would brave the cold for that final glance of her,
as i write her goodnight in the air,

but though my silent utters she doesn't hear,
i cross my fingers,
with hope that in one such night,
when rain drops fall down her window panes,
and the winds blow those fibble leaves away,
in one of her dreams i will feature,
bringing the smiles that long be sort,
and love never unearthed,

till then below this lamp i stand,
in stares undetered,
awaiting that final glance of this angel.

©2011

The Night Creatures

below these dark skies,
that be painted with twinkling stars,
and clouds that sail through nights,
far from the lonely moon,
that these footpaths followed light,
behind these bricks and tins,
fortresses by an unapprecitated struggler erected,
a sufferer sits ,
lost in thoughts,
next a dreamer lies,
building foundationless castles,
far away another be,
bracing the cold,
a guardian in flesh,
to those that a slumberland flight took,
and among concrete jungles,
lit in beautified inventions,
below labelled boards strategically placed,
a sister paces around,
washed in sheba scents,
a master of attraction,
that preys on they that such addicted to,
another transaction make,
at the hidden alleys,
on knees,
a stuffed mouth and moving head,
below these same skies,
masked men walk around,
in evil thoughts and same cruel intents,
harvester to farms they never sow,
different creatures of darkness,
a single universe yet many worlds,
worlds of crying children,
battered wifes,
hopeless men,
all in pursuit of something,
happiness,
riches,
peace,
even in the unwelcoming nights


©2011

A Mans' Troubles

what shall i say to my wife,
what shall i tell my children,
at my entry home,
with no bread in my hands,
or that little hope,
that their groaning 'machs shall seize the mourns,
what shall i do when they be sent home,
can't afford the fees,
only patched clothes,
torn books,
shall i hang myself,
and hope to watch them from heavens above?,
praying and wishing them better days?
or will i run away,
drown in madness,
smoking herbs,
and injections,
thoughts of them attempts to forget?
will they ever forgive me?
will i there angelic voices shut from mind,
those little voices saying 'bad dad',
worst dad?
can i even my head raise,
in walks along cold streets,
trying to evade such condemning gazes,
thrown in arrow points on me?
shall i ever that guilt write off?
or shall die young like a father i knew,
be buried in merry,
and leave them in custody of greedy heads,
that shall away will gnaw the only straws left for them?

such be my few of many questions,
of a father,
if be,
i do ask myself,
but in a creator i trust,
whom that gave me life,
health,
and capability,
that i may in night and day toil,
that sweat break,
in such a reward comes,
and my sons and daughters shall have plenty,
for them and their children,

so this young me that they laugh at,
in my day to next struggles,
trying this life to strangle,
mocking the tin shack i call my fortress,
shall have the last laugh when their ribs are broken,
for i know what i sow,
and He that above sits,
these works shall bless.

©2011

Treat a Lady

wake before her,
leave that note that says,
Baby,
I Love You,
sign out in infinite kisses,
a warm day for her you start,
send her that rose,
Red,
Pink,
White,
that the moment suits,
just to put a smile on her face,
give her that unexpected call,
make a feel missed,
take her out,
to the park,
for coffee or that dinner,
make those moments worth a replay,
send her that gift she never thought of,
surprise her time to time,
an angel needs a heart racing,
for a lady a queen is,
to be treated in royal ways,
and simplicity,
and uniqueness wins,
those kisses under pounding sky tears,
embraces in cold nights,
or those play chase,
in the whizzing evening winds,
that brings forth joy,
laughter in treasured times,

what would hurt if,
you served her breakfast in bed?
took her out for that comedy night?
made that visit to her at work,
just to say i love you?

little deeds that mean much,
little actions that break no sweat,

©2011

the blind bird

it knows not the break of light,
nor the dawn of darkness,
it sees not where it flies,
yet a branch never misses,
humbly perched,
humming,
like all the rest,
through dangers,
that float up the blue skies,
from claws of the mighty,
to those gnawing beaks of scavengers,
this little blind bird,
hatched with no sight,
survives,
so adorable,
crows respect,
sparrows guide,
an eagle protects,
a little blind bird,
taught by weavers,
now a weave makes,
so artistic a nest,
in harvest times,
the farm invades better,
unconcerned by the scarecrows,
nor the thunder bolting rocks,
a sling does release,
an early waker,
a promise of fat worms always made,
at the first ray fulfilled,
that little blind bird,
in its pink feathers,
on a tree perched,
to warm in the tropical sun,
a guardian of courage,
a keeper of determination,
the little blind bird.

©2011

she said

in the dead of night,
last be,
heard a lady in sorrow sing,
that if young she did die,
buried deep be she,
a body to dress in white,
laid in roses filled bed,
drown in the cold morning river waters,
watching by an awaking sun,
and by standing trees,
and what a send off it be,
drifting on that sparkling waters,
bid goodbye in love songs,
a young death,
dirges from sweet little birds,
perched on branches away,
melodies of sorrow,
barely dreamt of,
and only if she could tell,
that pain in them that watch her go,
the broken hearts left,
to awaken and comfort she would wish,
but death is cold,
a reaper with no soul,
friends to make the waving hands,
only happiness to wish,

my last moments

misty,
a morning sight clogged,
falling dew,
a birds freezing,
everything from a cold hiding,
in my death,
a fog embrace this corpse,
laid on straws,
tied to yet to season logs,
carried to that river,
a murky water now all clear,
gushing that did seize,
stillness,
float me in their goodbyes,
a ritual they will make,
shower this cold body with roses,
black,
and light a flame,
then drift me away,
waving from the banks,
mourns,
a tears forcefully shed,
hearts happy,
dancing in joy,
the demise of a nobody,
the son of no one,
father to none,
a husband to never be,
so none a ghost shall haunt,
the merry of dying young,
but a spirit shall awaken,
their lands to roam,
and to every unkind heart,
shall rip apart,
squeeze out,
that cold scolder,
a eyes shall pluck out,
slit their throats,
hang that kicking silly,
a young ghost that dates death,
married to the devils daughter,
and so be it,
the reign of fire brought,
to walk with crows,
guided by owls,
the dark to rule,
immortality,


©2011

Ghetto

the ghetto,
nothing bright,
black oily soils to walk on,
ashes and coal,
those plastic litters join,
noisy mouthy women,
in their gossip modes,
kids mucus dripping,
faces unwashed,
tin houses,
rusty sheets,
falling timber,
the forest we know know,
smoke,
the hustle gets on,
everybody busy gets,
dancing to econimic chants,
shouting and yelling,
all in the name of national building,
tired whores getting home,
a rough working hours may have had,
their worn out faces,
sleepless a nights spent,
exhausted you may say,
just a duty serving,
nation building,
lads after souped up psvs run,
begging cents,
a meal to have,
a saviour at the fall of the sun,
and we at the 'base' sit,
watching the world run,
sipping flavoured waters,
chewing a Merian export,
our lungs destroying,
a white mans' smoke blowing,
now a killer be,
watching machines take the road,
those who have drive by,
those without walk on,
two worlds in one,
so we sit,
watch time fly by,
awaiting that sunset,
the end,
just another day in the ghetto,



©2011

A fools' way

he went sailing ,
taking a dip he so much wanted,
had a chat with the sharks,
to be sweet friends in one,
now a body they share,
together now that swim take,
a yatch never in to sail,
she went strolling all alone,
that broken ground,
a heat too much beat,
a steps on,
past dead crows,
feather to collect,
now thirst ridden,
on four she walk,
hovering scavengers,
in watery beaks be,
a meal much deserved,
a naked neck birds dream,
torn to slices,
all specialities served,
no mans' land they said,
just a meal that dare walk,
such a relaxing walk take,
a dance in a devils den,
fire an illumination,
the floor to light..
be fools that such,
an invitation honour..


©2011

®skillz

One day

spoon after the other,
in the loneliness of the night,
all but alone,
munching and gnashing,
a way through weavels,
just but boiled beans and maize,
the hunger to chase,
lucky that this a meal i could get,
only salt a taste to bring,
and though teary i be,
thinking of this my state,
on hope i ride,
that one day a decent one shall have,
and all that rumble this stomach have,
shall seize in time,
for i believe there be someone above,
that this misery away will wave,
have mercy on i a wretch,
in kindness a soul save,
an unbeliever convert,
until then i be,
in humility this to survive,
to never be sorry for such,
just time that ain't ripe,
awaiting my day,
under dying candles,
and faith,
a destiny to make,
a writing fulfiled,
triumph..

Another sad tale

the moon sat up high,
a time for bats to dance,
creatures blind from birth,
afraid of day,
the night a darling,
past the falling apart steel gates,
held by weather beaten concrete,
he staggered,
a bundle wrapped in white,
taints of blood from afar seen,
on his back rested,
labored strides,
into the world of the dead,
forgotten graves,
unattended grounds,
withered flowers,
all falling apart,
he sighed,
a painful sigh,
his eyes dilated,
too many tears shed,
and to a tree that did house an owl,
whom a nap did take,
the load he did rest,
unwrapped and sat next,
took it in his arms,
to place on his lap,
stared at the coldness that now did invade,
as that hair he played with,
stroking gently,
as tears rained from his eyes,
to splatter on her blasted chest,
a painful way to bid life goodbye..
he stared to the still figure,
that blood had drained off,
and he said in mourning,
' i did give you my life,
my love,
the two that all i had,
was that never worth?'
silence of the dark,
offered no answer,
an owl now awake,
crickets too out came,
an audience graced with the divorced toad,
such sad tales to hear,
' you will never leave me,'
he said,
and took a bottle from his pants,
swallowed all that in was,
closed his eyes and said,
'i was the romeo,ju...l....i.....e.......'
and to the spirits he slipped,
two that of love left,
and there was thunder,
as the skies opened,
this to wash away,
never another sunrise to see

©2011

unforgettable

i wish i could tuck this ego,
crumble to that one knee,
holding her hands,
and apologise for all the hurt,
my silly lies,
promises never kept,
while to those brown eyes stare,
for in the stormiest of times,
in unrelenting tides,
amid trembling grounds,
by my side she stood,
an alibi i could look upon,
under the judgement of men,
in cold weather,
when the clouds turned gray,
and everest winds came visiting,
her embrace,
a warmth gave,
how ungreatful was i,
never even a thank you did say,
now here in ages gone,
unpredictible october chill,
another crude reminder,
of an angel i had,
regrets,
pills once sweet,
memories of happy times,
watching the sun set,
to that western horizon,
dinner besides a burning candle,
enjoying the wax drip,
and that flame dance,
breakfast in bed served,
tears linger,
and here be i,
an aging soul,
wondering if an apology she would take,
fly back to my hold,
that chance for redemption,
one more try,
that pain to erase


©2011

sad wave

she was happy,
dancing,
great was the news,
a mother steaming,
her child had to disappoint,
scared of what to her had happened,
yet her child a wedding bells,
at the alter met,
a young couple now to be,
kids a family to start,
months went,
nursing a belly bulging,
happy,
an anticipation,
of cries made by a little giant,
yet a devil to dance always does,
breaking of souls,
a goal to always score,
sadness a season he brings,
tears a cloud he opens,
and so it was to be,
that he in a white coat would be,
a messenger of pain,
deliver a news of a baby never to breath,
a family pass to the next,
luck was never for this a couple,
a tod born,
many a pipes to her ran,
such innocence,
punished,
but to every sad tune,
there be a last note,
and so in eyes that had never opened,
in silent breaths,
the tod slipped away,
an escape from the misery,
laid in a small white planks,
to that ground lowered,
before eyes in dark shades,
a mourning,
a dream that never had began,
now a feast for maggots and ants,
a ceremony to devour till bones,
a chapter to end,
on introductions incomplete,


©2011

The parting

leaning on a
street pole,
or what used to be it,
watching these daughters of
innocent women,
in bare skin,
and ladders for shoes,
up and down under those lights,
baits,
here,
a man of this race comes by,
parting lips,
faked smiles,
bucks a wallet bids good bye,
and another of that other race,
in three legs crawls,
a little patting and he does a
buck-parting,
and such becomes the rhythm,
of opening gates and parting
bucks,
a melody sung to the break of
dawn,
barely in courtship,
yet a daughter i may have can't
dissuade,
from such scenes thoughts brought,
a trade so lucrate to find a
mention
in them pages of the holliest of
books,


©2011

All in a rainy day

it was raining heavily outside,
when on my door a knock she did make,
fully wet,
dripping wet,
in a blue Levi's jeans,
and a now transparent white tee,
called me choco pie,
in question of if in my private pad she was welcome,
but who was i such an angel,
a welcome to deny?
in she came,
shivering,
got a shirt as her tee off she took,
helped her in fighting the urge to stare,
that asian skin,
tantalizing as to the chest wedge,
it looked different,
never had turned my back,
she asked if i wouldn't help,
the unbuttoning and unzipping,
a shaky feel creeping,
i wouldn't mind,
so myself said,
in trembling hands,
as it did cascade ,
a new discovery,
a new world made,
light skin to the toe nails,
thighs that a mouth watered,
choking,
in the deafening silence,
she lay on the settee,
a coffee would come in handy,
time did slow down,
as i watched her lips meet the mug,
the way they did part,
as that froth she sucked in,
in that arousing lady way,
with each sip,
a lips getting glossier,
a more closer i got drawn,
wanting to feel that caffeine,
wanting that coffee bean taste to feel,
in such flesh,
how would it be?

Her Highness

she takes the streets,
in sways a paris fashion walk made,
glittering glamour men say,
dogs turn gentlemen as they give way,
eyes that did site,
eyes that be to follow,
heads that shake,
such that can't win,
but mine a coffee mug says,
that be not the main play,
not her flesh,
though she be bien en chair,
not her garments,
those kinky yet worth,
laced with indian embroids,
to kill men in les plaisirs de la chair,
not her shoes,
designers,
from that stand to take,
none be that that be thought,
but a man tagged by the pinkie,
stumbling,
legs unable to hold,
such a mistress a slave hold,
in pride,
and all the damsels around red buttons hit,
such a prince leashed can be,
all but left in gaped beaks,
that chit-a-chatter know best,
all but to the merry of her highness,
for such a lord be dethroned,
in knees made to play a game,
an invention a madames' fun,
and rules she know best,
and play he will,
never a may she take,
shall be the answer,
in bent backs,
faces to the earth,
for she be her highness


©2011

the used

i said in open ground,
in a voice choked by reeling metal,
a snakes' path by slave hands made,
for tales from a far to me had come,
of an angel on a broken wing,
to a cursed land had landed,
and now on a leash live,
battered,
a black eye,
forced pirate look.
a soul too weak in defence,
swollen lips,
lost teeth,
a fairy never around came,
clots,
patches all over to tell,
a trophy used,
before men,
in linen soaked in paris extracts,
naive,
helpless no one to rescue,
knights eyes give,
solicitors of favours,
elders ears won't give,
cry customs forbid,
but i in injustice can't sit,
time to saddle up,
damned be customs,
that a man on a lady a hand raises,
stamp on said customs,
mediocre thinkers imagination made,
and such a queen shall i treat,
under candle flames,
in silver ware dine,
and music be played,
a band,
mexican panchos,
in spanish croon,
a soundtrack to my script,
a soap opera written in mind,
let ride this wildnerness,
to this call of distress answer,
to the direction of the suns' home,
lets race,
the used help need


©2011

broken

an arrow sails the silent skies,
a child runs past a dying tree,
an old truck lies abandned,
a rust fested invetion,
hard to imagine once down that road,
past that fog and mist in evil smiles sit,
did it take an aspalt rubber to burn,
a cock chokes on its crow,
an old lady along a pavement crawl,
torn,
falling houses,
broken windows,
paint that off peels,
the used sit lost in worlds imagned,
needles and flames,
that powder that a temple wrecks,
young and hopeless sons and sisters,
many a double death die,
forgotten by all that used to know,
discarded,
outcasts branded,
tears and pain only a mother know,
barons in magical mechanics by drive,
blaring music,
a barber shop,
a cafe that flies dine,
a rotting carcass,
a cemetery of fallen angels,
broken crosses,
leaning tomb stones,
shedding trees,
that gardener leaves collect,
an alcoholic dinner,
a man on a table sleep,
drooling,
a vandalized sign,
a bus stop once meant,
now in the lightness of day,
or brightness of the moon,
a hub be,
ladies in coloured faces,
painted lips,
and be greatful to the chinese heads,
in shortest of garments,
barely anything hidden,
exposure to that world,
a bait for a buck,
washed away pathways,
effluents,
a drain overwhelmed,
grey earth,
a ghetto dead


©2011

memories

draw those curtains,
lets walk that path we did,
gone maybe the days,
when we used to boogey to Sinatra,
turn around in the barn,
to the music made,
revolutions of black plates never sweet,
lovingly a sound produce,
and we would sit on that hay,
strewn all around,
in locked arms,
watch friends shake and twist,
to melodies from a box emerging,
short dresses in all shades,
flare trousers a dance doing,
soft drinks at a corner sat,
the friday night heat to cool,
and we would escape to the farm,
amid a clear night sky,
filled with twinkling stars,
and a moon fulled,
floating to nowhere,
on the grass we would play,
fun to a night of merry added,
couples under the trees sat,
an old truck,
a refuge for some,
a ground filled with sky watchers,
and i would walk to a stream,
that by did pass,
now all forgotten,
to its clear waters my feat dip,
and let those frogs
my toes play with,
and she would come around,
and my whole self in would go,
and she too would pay,
making laughter in wet garments,
and when it all wound end,
we would take the foot paths,
to those mute homesteads,
and of happy days it was,
in goodnights sealed by a kiss

The soldier pt. 1

saw him crawl up the lonely mountains,
a man that the world lost,
in tatters still dressed,
stains of a journey for days taken,
his hair a bush a gardener never seen,
a face pale too many blows from a scorching sun,
and on he crawled,
this soldier that many gory scenes had seeen,
for war never a park be,
all those fallen friends,
a man made destruction taken,
he had cried to that,
a hope once of home to get,
and you could see him,
a wretch of pity,
walking on all fours,
talking to none,
maybe his shadow friend,
but home is lost,
little hope he had gone,
all but skeletons left,
something once used to be,
collapsing shells a home used to stand,
no more smoke,
just bare chimneys,
that lone stand,
a welcome to a soldier many days lost,
that lone broken son,
a father never back saw..

Miss Diana

princess,
princess diana,
the world calls her,
and in many a way,
this brown beauty a princess be,
in all ways she be sweet,
lips candies dipped in honey,
her eyes pure,
two beads in milk float,
her walk is angelic,
feet that step golden walk take,
and though wings devoid,
a high flyer from birth been,
such be a lady that many men of
scared be,
for beauty she be endowed with,
and a mind that einstein proud
be,
and such a lady a heart too can
find,
that of love be filled,
an ear that listen does,
arms tender,
and with warmth hold,
by such beauty smiles the world
fill,
with such a beauty men vows
take,
in holy grounds and altars made,
before chosen men that witness
be,
vows by the Holiest books led,
and such be the Diana i know,
a lady to whose feet emperors
bow,
and kings to her honor feasts
make,
and lucky be me,
that like an avalanche off her feet
swept,
and be it to war i be forced,
or to planets unfound shot too,
for her i will,
for her,sweet Diana,will,

Music Please!

seven years be washed by the
rain,
seven years that of a broken
heart i crawled,
yet seven years be dead and
buried,
under earth a years deposit,
but still in a sultry october
afternoon,
childlike i walk these streets,
though such innocence i be
devoid,
still scared of nightmares,
scared of that bogieman that love
music accompany,
and i heard of melodies sung,
in neon lights and elvis held mics,
below clouds tears filled,
in black,
in metals heavily on faces laden,
and to such music that a hair
raise,
and a zillion mad men and
women,
entertain and some bewitch,
to tangled tongues and demonic
rituals,
a nero class of ancient romans
well taken,
lies a remedy to torn,
punctured,
or be it a broken heart,
and i that remedy to a second
hand witness be,
for amid wires angrily struck,
and drums that heavily be hit,
and voices that more of banned
enhancer use,
lies nothing that shapes floated
on st. Valentines demise
anniversary,
by crack heads in red and her
relatives groomed,
clutching and others awaiting
flowers after rose named,
and to such music a matey i
agree,
and to it i jump and roll,
rocking to defeaning meaningless
voices,
intoxicated by everything around,
from women in black leather
skirts,
to a smoke that a crop,
descedant of one that on a
wisdom filled king's grave did
grow,
and such be the music that lulls
me to bed

Once upon a land

once upon a land,
a land mountains did surround,
an old lady did live,
a lady of honour many thought,
but a few her real self knew,
for to these few the word mean,
never did sound anything but her,
and sure mean she was,
mean to birds in the air,
that over her roof could never
fly,
mean to the earth many toil,
a little dust a punishment to be,
mean to the trees that grew,
their shades forever unwelcome,
was such a pity to watch,
those little tears from natures'
children,
and she did camouflage herself,
in a religion that of brotherhood,
and of good neighbourhood,
an advocate was,
and many a poor fellows,
her did worship,
and by her feet did bow,
in search of a little help and
sympathy,
if any she did have,
and this to her a victory was,
and to it she did wine and dine,
in secrecy and dimmed lanterns,
but a legend goes,
that for every deed a reward sits,
and nature choseth what be,
and for all the pain to others she
did bestow,
for every tree,
for every bird,
and every human,
inhumane to she did,
a prize of sadness,
a prize of worry,
a prize of fear,
never a day would she a smile
have,
for her meaness happy would not
let her be,
and fear the best of her had,
too scared to die,
scared that mother earth her
corpse would never take,
scared of the avenging souls that
on the other side wait,
but nature weird she be,
leaves her to marinate in her
deeds,
and watch her calves a price pay,
a debt they a share never had,
and so the mean old lady lives
on,
hid in a fortress by men made,
in fear of a tommorrow unseen,
sleepless nights thus she spends,
but that be the way it is,
be cold and cold shall the best of
you have..

loving

she sits staring at him,
as those strings he gently plays,
in silence she listens to words he
hums,
and in these words,
a beauty be praised,
to a lady of worth he hath found,
so sweet be the words,
that the sun to set can not,
and so to the horizon she laze,
watching this lover,
a heart out pour...
to such a lady pride has,
that such a man his love can tell,
and in such a moment tears fall,
the joy of love hard to hold,
too great it be for her to bear,
and his words to her birds invite,
little feathers a witness of love be,
in this for two that be shared,
a soul in silence wishes he could,
that for her more than a heart
can give,
small gifts many a women
treasure,
and in say he,
that fate such a hand on him did
not play,
and down it tears him,
that among friends,
his lady a nothing walks with,
and so flash they bangles and
bracelettes,
a price competition show down
make,
and they talk of dinner under
stars,
movies in added dimensions,
least do they know that such a
lady,
material love doesn't she seek,
for her a locket in love they
share,
and such be her most valued...
such love that be true,
in all ways that men judge,
and in soft whispers she tells him,
that there be nothing in the
world precious,
than the love to her he does
confess,
and with such few words,
a smile is brought,
and in kisses his song ends,
a tender embrace to chase that
sun..

a lad i know

on a rainy morning a lad awakes,
an old torn mat that he,
when darkness falls,
lies on folds,
into gaping shoes his feet a dive
take,
readiness to face the world all
over him written,
to him unwelcoming everything
has,
but that least a worry he be,
for a soldier he vowed to be,
in tears or pains of dripping
blood..,
he takes a step out those rust
leeched tins,
a home,fortress he forever has
known,
and out to walk,
among mortal men in deep
thoughts lost,
the sting of the morning air,
a many memories bring,
of friends he has lost,
in ways cruel to die,
not even his girlfriend mercy on
can have,
killed under a weeping moon,
claims of deals gone wrong,
no one the truth can tell,
and though vegeance of love,
many men to insanity can drive,
in composure and forgiving heart
he stands,
for the world lessons to him has
taught,
and he knows what a cold dish
revenge can be,
nothing to it warmth can give,
hail mary silently he prays,
that the day blessed may be,
and if to die he had to,
then it be a destiny script..

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