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.