Giving Up The Gun

Your sword's grown old and rusty
Burnt beneath the rising sun
It's locked up like a trophy
Forgetting all the things it's done

And though it's been a long time
You're right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you're giving up the gun

You; the External of Me

Memories slipping through the cracks of time,
thoughts as fluid as running water,
i enjoyed you, why was that a crime?
you were easy words on life's paper...
if i were given a dime
every time you said you'd come back later...

i love you i love you i love you
screamed my head when i closed my eyes,
you had become part of my paradise
our hourglass just ran out of time,
but  you have always just been mine,
no matter how many times they delete you.

you'll come back to me, and i to you,
just like we used too,
for i'm nothing without you now,
and i've grown to become a part of you.
So when i wake up tomorrow,
it's you that'll i'll find

for i've always known... you.

Poem inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

Photograph: lilies by ~snickerdoodlie

Nneka - Mind vs. Heart

She speaks 'The Uncomfortable Truth' with every 'Heartbeat'...

When I Lose My Sight...

The day will come I know, for even now I am slowly unable to see.  I shall remember the colours of crayons and trees in my favourite park. I shall remember the faces of my loved ones and the strange strangers that I could never forget. I shall remember everything and everyone that crossed my path and touched my eyes. I shall miss watching the sky everyday, day and night. Everyday I watched the clouds and the stars, everyday. It was as if I knew I would lose my sight one day. At least now I can quietly record my favourite scenes in my head, at least I was lucky enough to have seen so many beautiful things through these eyes of mine, at least I saw all that I could, all that I would. I shall miss it all.

Now as my tears flow, as I solemnly say my goodbyes, days away from the apocalypse of my paradise, I can only be grateful. Thankful for seeing what I’ve seen and happy to continue enjoying if not the sights at least the sounds of life. I hear that the sounds of life are as great if not greater than its imagery. At least I still can lose myself in music, as how I’ve lost myself in paintings and photographs countless times before. At least I can still hear my loved ones speak and feel their sweet embrace. At least I can still smile, at least I still can swim, at least I can still run, at least I still can do EVERYTHING but see. To have seen and not, is better than to have never seen at all.

It was all a dream...

I woke up this morning, asking myself;

was it all a dream...?

I see I said, jealousy I said
Got the whole industry mad at me I said
Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself
nobody built like you, you designed yourself"
I agree I said, my one of a kind self
Get stoned every day like Jesus did
What he said, I said, has been said before
"Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more

Your Silence

 

 Your thunderous silence

shatters my fragile sanity,

Our stubborn fiery dance

burns my delicate reality.

Can't you see?

How i'm bleeding profusely.

That thunderous silence

continuously rings all around,

suffocating me in my corner

 I hold on to every little sound.

Can't you speak?

And release me.

Your thunderous silence

disturbs my mental state.

Wait, add physical turmoil

to the list my symptoms.

Can't you feel?

My fear of those demons.

That thunderous silence

brings me to my knees,

hands tied behind my back

not everyone hears my pleas.

Can't you hear?

My silent screams...

Photograph : Silence_the_Voices_by_NuclearSeasons 

Brooklyn Masala by Masta Ace

 Owi, i wanna always be your masala ;) missing you...

Of Seas and Skies

The thunder drowns out
the silent pleas
of my brothers and sisters
who have come to me,
the lightning in their eyes
tell me to lay low
and to stop crossing foreign skies.

Tomorrow i will travel
through the deep sea instead,
since I've been stopped
and heard what has been said.
Tomorrow i will continue again
to seek for new bread
and a home with a bed
this i will seek till I am dead.

Artwork : Dull_Seas__Dark_Skies_by_derekiri

The Streets

Why would you fade to black?
when there's so many other ways to die out
why not drown in purple or blue?
or hang with strings the colour of soot?
you and I can disappear without a clue
while forgetting everything but our loot.

Run with me through the streets
paint stripes on those roofs.
Don't take off your cleats
bring the ball, I'll show you my moves.
I stole my freedom from the rich
they were easy to spot in their fancy suits.

Tomorrow I'll be singing my hymns
knowing God is looking after me.
Who cares about my rhymes?
even if its all about being free,
all they want is that short-lived joy
to applaud and smile then quickly flee.

Photograph : Exit_by_Brute_ua

Treasure

 

Inspiration hides beneath
every unturned stone
waiting to be discovered
to be unleashed at last
upon the bland world.

My jewels gleam in the sun
the rich man doesn't even ponder
over my undesired wealth.

Aren't the poor lucky?
That's how things should be.

As the sun shines for the last time
they start looking for my gold.

How do you find the abstract
in the midst of darkness?

Even if he lost his sight,
the blind man could always see.

Photograph : The blinding light by ~Nihiluz