Colliding Nature

Like a blank page ready to be scripted on

your words bled through the barrel
inking onto a tinted canvas
teared up by the past
afraid to be amused again
SHUT!

So I crept in my shell
as the poetess glow
amused my eyes
disbelieved to lust
STRUCK!

Shunning all of me
I plead at the feet of your heart
seeking what my soul longing call for
as I get lost in a maze of desire
ALTERED!

So words got louder
though silently they played the mind
enticed by the body of thoughts
"I WANT YOU TO BE MINE!"
screamed louder in the vocals of my heart
BEDDED!

Better Be Me.

Better be me

fielding glory to a thorny throne

Deemed a fool

as the lazy poison the air

 

Am I one?

tracking questions

flooding the brains

branded a dull game.

 

As outcast carol

Sound the horns

hanged to hope

choking the air.

 

Better be me

than bleed vanity

for morrow

never come to help

but laugh itself to cure

queued in distress.

Do You?

 In no particular order
Heart bleeds to bend
Scrapping the floor
Little by little lost

For the sun scorched
Mercilessly hitting the top
Yet stunned at the moon
Stained by the rose

They called it
"Pre-run to life"
But begging souls
Poured out poor words
Seeking riches within the reach

But the story remain the same
Matters over impossible tales
Holding tell buttons
To fled the sense
Un-argued to take the stand
As this was the case of angel's

"Do you remember my pain!?"

Toxic Love

 I am sorry,
I couldn't plead my joy
Neither could I bleed my happiness.

As in your arms
The world cased my eyes
Casting all my thoughts to fade.

You!
Being a remedy
a curse at the same time.

So I #ink 
My burden and pleasure
On the same line.

While smiling to please
The lies that have become my bed of roses
As get stung with her bees.

Concurrently given
A nectar of lust
To forget.

Yes!
I'm now addicted to it
But the bruise
that decorate my skin
is now a shame.

However happily worn
As it tear the fabric
Life threaded down.

Shared

 Enslaved by love

I roamed the earth to please her

her words being the bind to my heart

Unescapable to my soul

she was all i saw 

her flaws disappeared right infront me.

Throw in the devil's dish

she roasted my joy with an iron clawed

but my feets were unwilling to flee

flattering out

the adulterous nature of my existence

candidly burnt alive.

A guest in hell

the heart that was supposed to be my anchor

tormented was the flesh

sizzling the soul with regrets

as tear failed to drown the pain

called out into the family

Ritually divided amongst the women

ignorant of the yoke held

she parade my heart infront of predators

lured the shameless to invade the bed

breaking bad disguised as love

yet lust held the roaster at helm.

Blood Of My Own

i'm a monster on the seat

devouring my brothers pride

to see their tears roll.

call me a conquer of democracy

for i blaze fire

without a cause

hoping to see red

decorating my path

for i'm a monster on seat

my wrath

is my security

tilling their happiness

as my fuel to live

please don't leave standing here

for the streets calls my blood

but when that around ballots come

i cool my temper

just to fool you once again.

 

Soul Ties

 Into the dungeon

love being the yoke

held at vice.

Naked thoughts

begging to escape

while worlds collides.

Gagged

to muffle

screams of pleasure

disguised.

Held a prisoner

as toxic imagery

poison the soul.

She was his muse

and he was her slave

thrown around to her attention.

It was the blind of love

binding the heart

to the tempo of her's.

Drunken into believing

soul ties

yet knotted to the stick of pain

protruding grief

to the jungle of joy.

Begging the sun

to let him see

but only availed to the moon's mirage

as his tempered heart

refute to let go of norms.

Yoked by love

a blissful life of pain

lies and deceit

banner-ed to his heart

as she was his muse

and nothing could done about it.

"What Would there Be?"

 Onto the palm

Letters scribble a story.

 

Stolen!

 

As voice fades in rounds

Muffled to the ear.

 

Imprinted!

 

Down onto the canvas

The palms stamps on

To review art in pain.

 

Shaken!

 

The lines blur to stares

Seeing stars colliding to war

Peace escaping the pieces.

 

Scattered!

 

A village remain but torn

Only reminisce of past civilization stands

Standing the ground of Kings bloody plays.

 

Tomorrow!

 

Rising to the occasion of informed past

Like ants a civilization of Ubuntu is birthed

Defeating the monster jailing the mind.

 

Hope!

Hiatus Break!

I recently went dark

Thoughts internally raging with emotions

Called to Question by the soul

But my nomad Heart wasn't there to prosecute.

 

Denied bail

I found myself roaming the four corners

Both of them being my sentence down the river

 

I could swear

To feel sweat drip

Yet my body remained dry.

 

Called to the stand

My thoughts protested being capped

While emotions preached

Unaudited sermon of untanned fires.

 

Chased!

 

The soul decapitated

Scattered the hallways of freedom

Trying to find sane

Plucked with worries of tomorrow

Never to come

Daunted moments

Reassuring hoops of fire to surely burn.

 

So I went M.I.A.

To chill the magma contest

Only to reemerge

To pass a comment of hope

As tomorrow aren’t promised by any.

Already Yoked

 Her's already!
Jumping under hoops
To wake up crossed like dollar
Filtering the heart
Mashed with careless slays of lust.

She!
Being my drug
Induced to bedim
Crowding emotions
To indifference-ness.

For she loved me
when I'm gone
Cursed me
when present.

Thawed to believe in not
Love last hope
Evaporating
Only condensing as hatred.

Yet claiming to hold dear
Already clouding
A temper storm to endure
Flying pans floating the air
A leg on the door
Hoping to escape to save the master
Yoked by the heart.

Oh Brother Me!

 

Oh brother me!

How we cry when the rain is all our doing.

Seeing tomorrow as curse

Yet if only we open our eyes.

 

Chasing the goals of ghost

While reality yearns for our touch.

As dear today offers us a chance to exploit

But the selfish we fear to try.

 

Oh brother me!

I'm my own monster

But I see no harm in tomorrow being a waste,

Time it is!

But I'm scared to confront the demons within.

 

As louder in my head, they curse me

Mock me down to find comfort in fear

Fighting their tainted battle of lies

Yet solaced in sitting to succeed.

 

Oh brother me!

Open your eyes see

Wonders do live around

But only....

Oh brother me!

Only if you bother to open your eyes to see.

Dragged

 Fairytales do live in the mind

"So they say!"

But mine were

demons of unceasing demands

peels

to fill the bed

inferiority egos.

Strangled by thirst

deemed forbidden

yet hooked to that

"COKE"

Called the flesh.

As I enjoyed all

its flavors

snoozing the death

alarm ringing

while my soul slips

further apart from me.

As nights covers

remains with all shades

Secretly a gentleman

Stained with

filthy-mess, that have filled my heart

Resulting in love,

ceasing to exist

Only to find its

reincarnation in Lust.

Wabbit Fairytales

As the forest mantra was chanted

The wind blew off the capes to reveal

She was home

But home

A far cry of a fairytale

Wabbit from all the tortured nights.

She yearned for normalcy

But that wasn't to happen

As at the end of it all

Stolen was her pride.

Recollected at every dusk

Seeing the monster in her garden

Living the day on the same pulse

As demons remind her of the scars

Never good enough!

As the pain she had to embrace.

Uncomfortable in crowds

Seeking to find an out

to her grieving state

She was in no man’s land

No one to listen to the plight

that hammered her heart

As the night the monster pounced

its pleasure in her blood

was looped to her brain.

Thoughts Crickets

 Here we go again!

Waking up to crickets sounding

Hoping dawn not leave at dusk

Wrestling the mirrors draining my joy

As rowdy obstreperous thoughts

Griefs my flesh to remember

To remember the day scars became permanent

Desiring to forget

But here again.

Sounding reclusive doctrine

Just to survive another day

Watching the mirror show

The me,

I no longer know

Head bent to eclipse the scenes

Rolling through it

But lacking the main actor

As thoughts race to a bed of roses

Not the red that, depict life

But black

Here again.

Here again!

Visited by the monsters

Denouncing sleep

As rage builds to cover guilty yearnings

Their heads on a rusty platter

No! Not to see blood

But to hear them scream

The way they made me be

Just for a second to rewire my brains

So I can find peace and finally live.

It's You, The Fault

 

A multifarious affair

the bed denounce the ancestors cause

Absolutely saluted by the futures vows

though you remember his hand

Many have passed through now

as they see their highway grow.

 

Under the mask is a veil of pain

Love is only said to please him

But when we were young

life was the torture he inflicted

Don't call me crazy

as I heard it’s better to keep your enemies closer.

 

But something happened

along the way he became oxygen

Revenge became the cementing bond

now I see love

Though on the wayside

weight to measure up.

 

So when you see breakdown

Remember he did it first

a ghost my past refute to let go

As it only the lingering shoots

memories closed in capsule of scars

Ready to burst out

You murdered me.

Glass To Life

 In another time...
Life was easy
As ecstasy of your presences made it be.

But finite was the heart
As it have been hurt before
Guided by the past
And the vow to survive
It wasn't to fall in the same snare.

As it was either it breaks
Or it does the breaking
While it recalls of yesteryear
Revenge on innocence as healing.

But blooded
As innocence transform to monstrosity
Un-humanly charged
For tomorrow regrets fills the glass to life.

Gassed

 If fame was a person.

why do I find

myself screaming after her?

Is it because, her

fatal attraction is the vice to lure me in?

I was happy

scribbling my thoughts

Yet! She saw

potential, she wanted to herself

so onto the world

she propped me up

only to leave me midair.

She told me to be

cool

doing what the cool

do

smoking, drinking

and partying

but she forgot to

tell

these to be a

highway to hell

now I lay imperiled

on floor of the bathroom.

while dreaming of

the stars, she made me to hold

not bothered of the

set, she threw me in

Violence, the back

door she widely opened

I was her slave

finally

widely praised, for

the glory that wasn’t mine.

She already had six

feet imprinted on me

I mean! She dug a

hollow, to swallow my being

she was my friend

so I thought

neglecting, the

lesson she had with my previous heroes

I fell for her trap.

Now a shell, of my

former self

But still she was

unrelenting

gassing on my life

with her venom

yet string me to

the crocodiles

Now I’m where she

always wanted me

regret filled.

I know one day,

they will be light

I will be surely

free once again.

Invisible

Having permuted the day

Slandered by fairytale hopes

Happy to finally be where I belong

before it all came crushing

Reassuring life to be a willow tale

As at peace with...

I had made a deal

Forgoing the past that was a thorn in my crown

Throwing into despair, the light that once shined brightly

As I picture their words scarring through my heart

Tortured by their presence

Blood filling the mouth to taste

Lost once again.

Lust as the only salvation

Raging guiding compass

Feared by the elite that once cuffed me

for their songs were of blame

words flooding the core cockpit

as the old me faded.

An orphan to the reality

alone in a universe of plenty

But unimportant to be lend just an ear

that I slayed my flesh

sliced my soul

butchered my happiness

Just to feel alive again.

Only if the world was kind

but that will remain

a screaming maybe

Never to be addressed

As watchful eyes prey for entertainment

yet my back throbs cause of their brutal lashes

Not visible to the skin

While the preying eyes awaits for their turn to do me...

And save me not!

Silent Thoughts

 Is it possible?

To wake up smiling

while internally

bleeding.

As shaved off was

my innocence

before I was allowed to

live.

It was in my

infancy, where they choked life

for me not to

breathe.

Bringing afore hell,

down in the

playground.

But dared not to

speak.

For hate a

transitive of love,

wounded my being

that I see myself

no more.

Wondering!

Was it the life

they promised?

So I fought myself

with Spears.

Neglected trust for

rage.

As silent thoughts,

dearly loved

friends.

Grind the bones

crosses brought

forth.

But none

was there to land a

hand.

So reversed became

me.

Scared to show my

heart.

As love was hate,

remember they

taught me so.

Now they yell at my

age

Curse my guts.

As bewildered

thoughts,

brews cocktails of

revenge.

Splashing my flesh

to feel alive.

Hotels remembering

my dash--

For every night is

a different stick at play.

Calling me names!

Yet forgetting it

was them

it was them who

neglected me first

it was them who

forgot me first

it was them who

landed their hands to curse me.

Now I borrow their possession

for short

temper flashing for

not

Enraged by the

world.