Coming in a full circle
The end has always been
Where it began
Having been created out of clay
Only to return to clay
Crawled to adulthood
Only to return to that phase.
History has always carried the sign
Hating to admit its truth
Stifled our growth
As it always comes knocking
Yet, in an escapee fashion
Fleeing its presence
Hoping it will fade.
Hard knocking
The truth has always found itself tabled
Confronted by a tale better forgotten
It hammers out our soul
Reality holding vice to our lies
Til! We finally see
And binders are loosened.
In my defense
I've lost count,
on how
love
Should dress, redress itself.
For I first fell in it
& never came back
When the rivers had dried up
But a piece of me remained.
So!
I tried again
& the same happened again
abandoning me in a complex vibe.
Unready of the outcome
The pit-hole of it
Continuously swallowed me
Alive it refuted
To abandon me.
Obsessing
Over little things
To gain bigger things
Got me twisted in this rude irony
Where happiness is the future
Built upon today's sadness.
You could simply say it to be fate
Fitted within the mindset
Of oneself denial
Yet accepting
The ghost pulpit thoughts
Narrowed between empty tongues clicks
Wrinkled sheets testimonies
& arrow-ed midnight shots
Straight into the wilderness shorts.
Where to gain
Is dark fishing
Ducking emotions
to shooting shots
Heart plunged in lust
Lasting seconds
Under flithy promises.
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Packing up all the words
My world have been a flick on a pen
Bled out at every tear drop
Another story becomes a reality
Though jokingly
The gateway between my physical & spiritual realm
Have been the corridor in my mind
Prophecising tomorrow
Held on a dollar.
Yet on a dollar
Cheap thrills
Tear the fabric of my reality
Hearing the tongue wiggle
On it's own demolition course
Granted by the uncanning mind
Weary of its undressed thoughts
That it burns a village under a tear scroll
All in vain.
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Sniffing love out of lust
Hands bound to the last call
Happiness hidden in hellos
Sounding like goodbyes.
We scatter the room
Into taking whiff emotions
Lost by the dollar.
For today's love
Is a price tag
Strung up on materials
Demolished at hatred disguised
As lust in love.
But love
Mudded
By madness
Scarred in our entanglement.
"Do you love me?"
A rope hangs!
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All, we cared about
Was painting a picture.
A picture perfect
Yet our imperfections
Always bubbled up to the top.
So! We took a scissor
Cropped up our stories.
But our stories
Were bitter
about our lies.
So! They exhumed our emotions.
Laid bare our thoughts
That picture perfect
Stood a fallacy
At the alter of reality
And brought to life
Insecurities.
There a broken story
Became us.
A sad nation in fun
As we strolled in lines
That bind our lies
Fostering us
To un-candid pain.
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Could someone please take
this, loop away from me.
For I have been watching the heavens
Scared to see reality
While my mind squats in memories.
How can it be?
A puzzle unfitting the mind
Ravage in thoughts.
It can't be?
Befits the reality
but untrue to call.
Recalling the last we had
Sweet and sour moments
that made us be.
Now standing no-more.
As disbelief settles in
& grief part ways with peace.
I find myself in a stare of the heavens
pleading for another chance to share.
Before the war
hell was all that we saw
then came the three
a message they held
and the bush
our forefathers went.
But paradise
they saw not
bleeding for freedom
the reigns of terror remained
as of the jungle, they never left.
Years later!
The jungle we all still are
plotting war
all the same
as their purport, the death for a nation
yet the nation denounce
their reign of terror.
I guess we are,
animal farm on rotation
sung on George's notation
"we all but equal for some more equal."
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Now that we're kids again
Back to the past
Far past the post of infancy
Where days were sunshine bliss
On a rollercoaster ride
& weekends
were a sensation of dreams
Licked to reality
As the magic wand.
"Lollipop!"
Filters through the gaps
Back to the handy-shop
Life un-buckles
It's shackles
Down the riverbed
Where a rainbow
Speak's peace
Off the tear drops
That scatter the paper.
Stories!
There hope is reimbursed
To life
Off it comes
Far past the fairytale
That comfort the pillow late nights
& talks the body into inaction
Where fear is home
In adulting
Doubt as the re-enforcer.
I forgot the beauty of the sun
As I found myself dancing at the glow of the moon
Busy flirting with forgetfulness nightmares
As I forgot how to speak my tongue
But remembered how to tango with the darkness.
Screaming on mountain tops
I faulted those who awarded crowns
& painted the earth red
for its murderous hands
dealt a hand of stubbornness
as the lessons of my fathers
seeded deaf soils
that my mothers mulching
seized to germinate yield.
Yielding to empty hands
but laziness
As I waited for my parents' store
to fill this belly of mine
uncandid wines & curses
their hands get stained
floating my freedom to ravage their stores
while I beat the chest with pride
of my identity-less.
