Beautiful Words of Art

My hands are bleeding; bruised beyond repair, yet my grip tightens My tears run; painfully drowning, yet I keep breathing My eyes are sorrowful; red shot with burning pain, yet open to the full glare My voice hoarse, dried throat beyond thirst, yet I’m yelling My heart is heavy; pounds in my chest, resounding in my soul Whispering voices hover; singing deep into me Trying to sway my resolve, all promising the impossible Who do I listen to? The voices, My heart? Do they even differ? Holding on is killing me and letting go could be suicidal I’m hanging on the edge, letting go will see me lose it all I’m so close to the goal, I can feel it. Or am I? Can I hang long enough? Is it worth it? Should I hang on? Should I let go? A simple question, Yay or Nay The path I take, determines the destination Will I fall into oblivion, rest my hopes on faith or hang in this hell? Is it a question of logic, bravery or stupidity? I have worked so hard to get here, smoked the bitter

The leaves wilt Soon the season will tilt The world will cease to a halt A new beginning glim in sight The past shakes In the distance, yesterday fades Slowing dying in noon’s shade Disappearing into the distance cascade We match forward Ne're turning around, only onward But my minds eye doesn't fail I recall every detail From hello to adios Through hug to lies From kiss to kicks Warm hands to cold pecks We watched the sun set on the horizon Too bad I allowed it to set on our belonging Without an anchor we drifted into comparison And lost all sense of loving I'm not asking for a third chance Neither am I asking for another dance True I dreaming of an awakening glace But I only ask, you remember the opening fence

How can I live pure, walk in His tight shoes? Follow His prints; aline my steps with His? My mind is constantly searching, seeking Wanting purification, dreaming holiness The road is webbed, the destinations undefined The options infinite, the whispers crowding What do I do? Who do I listen to? Oh! my head is exploding; sinking in thoughts I'm in my prime, my strengths are apexing I want the most from my timed existence I don't want to wail tomorrow, cursing the choices of today I want a happy tomorrow, but one question remains, HOW? I have tried, on my own I have fought But I'm losing my resolve, my will withers The temptations are strongly gaining Oh! the sweetness of the worldly pleasures But I dream of white lenin, without a mole of dent A book with glass leaves, a vessel without flaws I want my steps to glitter; my words scriptured An angel amidst; a walking perfection But the question remains, HOW? How do I resist the devil; his tempting promise?

She says I was gifted from heaven An answer to a prayer; a blessing from the most high That drew a smile, got her singing like she was high Made her dance from dawn till dawn But she couldn’t be more wrong   For I am the one who struck a pot of gold To have you gifted to me, born to you To experience the essence of your immortalised love From where do I begin, which memory do I recall first? Which hug do I ping as the warmest? The motivation, the support, the love, OMG the food I couldn’t list all even if I had an ocean of ink I remember the sacrifices you made for me Ensuring I never went to bed hungry Stayed by my side when I was unwell, pampered me like a prince And kissed me good night when I drifted into dreams I’m sorry for the hell I rained on you   I thought you were nag bug, a leech to my peace, scolded me because you could I didn’t get it then; wish I did but now I do and I'm glad you did I know you forgave, you forgot but I haven’t, I’m sorry

I have always been there From genesis, I have been the shoulder The silent donkey that never tires, never brays  Yet never appreciated, never looked at I have watched, believe me, I have lived your every moment Every sorry excuse, every ridiculous lie told I have watched as they danced in and stormed out Flirting with your emotions, shutting your smile Always been your shoulder, the only shoulder The living wipe to your never drying tears My handkerchiefs, soaked, my throat, dried from consoling you I'm always there to say, "don't worry dearie, you will be fine" I have loved you in secret, dreamed of you with my eyes open Longed to make you feel like a woman and not a sex doll Wishing I could light up that drooping face Make nature jealous of my dreamed happiness But my feelings don't really matter, do they? I'm always going to be that friend who holds your hair while you puke Make your soup in the morning  after your hangover And dresses yo

The clouds are lifting, the winds are whistling  The sun will smile; her gaze will touch us once more Filling the void within Bridging life with untamed happiness You may be down, crawling in the mud  Trampled by an avalanche from hell   Drowning in sorrow, hoping to be claimed by Hades But my dear friend, I bid you, look up! The past will haunt; it will try to enslave Reminding you of failures, your grave mistakes   Dragging you into darkness, sinking the last glimmer    But my brother, my sister, I pray you, look up! You may be at the bottom of the pit, spat on, despised, humiliated    But I pray you, chin up; fight! Face your demons square When you are down, the only way left is up Hope is coming, look to the skies; look up! The last beacon may be dying, despair looking friendly Your beautiful dreams turned into dusty nightmares Sucking the life out of you, darkening your heart, waking the monster within   But in everything, in pained misgivings; I beseech you, l

The magic of this music grows ever stronger Ferrying life-filled water to this barren desert; waking my rotten heart Raging through my being; freeing my shackled soul Widening my smile, drowning my sorrows; painting an enthralling art Every note, every spark; is a white smile in the blanket of the dark nile   It’s a starting charge, waking even the dead in heart; bridging lives  This tune is like no other, its sweetness, its uniqueness; unmatched This song is silent, yet louder than the raging typhoons of monsoon This song births as a spark in the heart of the touched  And grows into a monstrous fire that cannot be matched Fuelled by the coal and ice of hearts in perfect sync; beating in the light Its flames inextinguishable, its light inconceivable, its melody; celestial  My heart is in frenzy; full of songs, my lips try to hum along I feel the tune in the air; I see the individual spectra of this spectacle  I can touch them, I feel the harmony in my hea

My head is resting in my chin; but I’m not dozing  My heart is squeezing to scream but only squeaky  My mouth mumbles to tumble; trying to utter something But I can’t find the words; my sentences are deranged The world around me is happy, cherry exciting it is  Everyone is celebrating, laughing; toasting to happiness Warm hugs exchanges hearts; smiling lips cloud my sight Yet no one is smiling at me, a solo island in a night of red; I’m alone My eyes are reddening with tears; I can hold the dam no more Put on a brave face, I say to myself, don’t show them your pain But within me is an intolerable burning pain; a frosty fire  An unruly desire to be happy; to be lost in his daunting arms I’m alone on a red night; my love is not on the radar Where is Cupid? Aphrodite? Will anyone hear my prayer? Will anyone comfort me? I’m alone on the most romantic night of the year With nothing but a bottle, my memories and this frozen chocolate from six years ago If you could feel this

The clock is slowing ticking; soon the hour will dawn He waits, anxiously he waits; fingers crossed he waits He has waited an eternity for this moment The dreamed fairy moment draw near with every tick  He waits, with a happy smile; he waits His suit is sharp; his perfume, heavenly; The rose behind him is gorgeous, enchanting actually Oh he is tapping his feet; he is waiting, waiting for his love His breath is getting erratic; his heart is drumming   ` Racing for the stars it will seem or perhaps even beyond He is holding a grim smile; his face is reddening, is he blushing?  He is fretting; is this what they call panic attack? He is a perfect figure; the dreamed shoulder of all divas   His looks, his stature, his swag, oh that wicked smile is a turn on He is meanly romantic, a twin of valentine and a cousin of Romeo With the confidence of a trickster and the sweet tongue of the devil himself          Wow the Choco Red lover is shaking; he is shivering in his pants      

Breaking out I’m tearing off my mask Showing the sun my true face Releasing the shy angel within My days of hiding in the shadows are over The world has been denied my true self My gifts, my talents, my inventions, my ideas All bound by unbreakable chains of fear Sealed from seeing the light, from contributing to society I’m breaking out of my jail; I'm breaking from this fetter My oppressors will reign no more; I will run free forever My fears will tumble at my sight; they will seek shelter My world will wake to a new case: a new ruler The baggage of my failures taunts; they're dragging me They're scary, yes they're but I'm braver, I'm stronger; I'm breaking out A grand adventure awaits; I need to explore the world Make mistakes, maybe, learn from them and steer my future My past is history, yet unforgotten  Serving only as a guide for a better tomorrow I’m coming out of my hellhole; I'm no longer trapped This world will see me, my t

I’m at the crossroads; on the highway of a dilemma Thinking of everything yet nothing I’m biting my nails;  sinking in an ocean of thought My mind is ever roaming; seeking the perfect nursery I have a question on my heart; an answer I need A defining answer that will determine my path  Yet something is holding me back; I’m dragging my feet I'm scared; I fear I may not hear the sweet tune of the answer I seek I’m nothing; I'm no one, I have no name I hide in the dark, I wear a mask; I shy from light I hide behind a curtain; a veil I created; a seal to bind me I’m shy of my reflection; I’m scared of her rejection I'm not the man of dreams; I’m not a golden athlete in the Olympics  Am not a knight from a noble family Nor a gentleman with a fortune to his name Neither am I hero; a brave warrior of infinite victories My pile of imperfections over run the Nile; I’m an adjective for every wrong I cheated, I lied; I lied while smiling; through the skin of my teeth

Are you in middle of nowhere? Indecisive about which path to take? Flipping a coin or tossing dice; praying to hear from the diviner? Is something holding your thought, freezing your legs Is there log in your way; a boulder in your tunnel What is sinking you to the depth? Are you waiting for a magic wand or a silky road? Are you dreaming of the wishing star? The deafening trumpets of Jericho maybe? Are you scared of licking the bitter bile of defeat? Are you scared of losing or just too lazy to move? My dear friend, I dare you take that bold step, step into the unknown The winds will always whisper; howling your failures, whistling your success  Chest out, move out, speak your heart out; I dare you Like the eye of a hurricane the stormy vultures will circle the skies And like the opened gates of hell, a horde of troubles will rage your way But my dear friend; in weakness find strength In death find life, in poverty, riches; face your demons square   I dare you; move o

My clothes are tattered; my tongue dry I walk the street; I roam the nights; I talk myself to sleep I kiss the dirt; I dine with the swine My journey never ends; my story ever unfolding I’m a madman in these streets, a man without a name A soldier without a home fighting for an invisible cause  I stalk the flies; I clap my hands hoping to catch the skies I dance to the winds; I love this melody I gaze the noon sun; my eyes burn but I am not bothered I have no shoes, no comfort, no shelter just a beating heart  My home is on the road, the moon my pillow The nights chilly breeze my blanket, I feel the cold within The world thinks me a nut case, a mad man Without a shred of dignity; without a penny to my name  My make believe valuables laid bare for the world to see My back scorched by the itching laughter of passing children Don’t judge me before you hear my story; before you live my life You only see a mad man; but I see a desperate man in the mirror A man trying to f

This world cries; she screams in agonising pain She weeps without end; her tears flows like the four rivers of Eden Pain and vengeful sorrow stalk her children; cruelty rains on them She bleeds in pain, her nose is runny and her tears are blood What is happening to my beautiful home? What is happening to the paradise our fore father’s left? What manner of evil has flooded my streets, corrupted my brothers? When will the pain and sorrows seize, when shall we laugh again? The streets are cruel and dark; ever stalked by scavengers and owls Poor orphans walk the streets, dinning on the cramps ferried by the winds Chilly cold nights shelter head potters; with plastic sheets as cover cloths  At the mercy of the elements; at the mercy of miscreants; at the mercy rain and dew The earth cries, she screams in agonising pain Miners digging the earth, scratching her eyes; bleeding her for gold Polluting the waters; turning my crystal clear rivers into filthy muddy streams   Poacher

I’m losing my mind but I still wearing a smile I’m drowning in the Nile but I’m still singing high I’m naked in the blizzard but I’m still warm The volcanos are erupting but I can’t be bothered My heart is in the right place, my soul in the right vault I have a sizeable quantity of masked troubles But my blessings cannot be listed My eyes sing with joy, my heart smile with laughter  Call me crazy in these rocky times I have more reasons to weep A millions troubles to break down and cry like a baby  But I’m still wearing a smile, happier than ever  My blessings eclipse the noon sun Like water they do not struggle to flow Their shine is  not concealable And they scream louder than the thunderous storms I have a reason to smile in winter I have a reason to waltz on burning coal I have a stronger reason to burst my heart open I have a reason to watch the stars; to touch fireflies Call me crazy but I ain’t the least bothered Your words don’t tickle, itch nor bite I h

He laid on his back in his bed Eyes wide open, gazing at the stars up ahead All the while he struggled to keep his mind focused But thoughts of her still scurried relentlessly in his head He wondered why she was so close but yet too far to reach As though an invisible wall had been placed between them Too tough, too strong, almost impossible to breach He lay there amazed at the way she smiles when listening to the corny jokes he utters as they speak And when she laughs, a wave of warmth always washed him over from his head, down to his feet Who is this girl he's thinking about you ask? A very good friend, a sister, one you would hardly find or meet She tossed and turned in her bed Unfortunately with no stars to gaze upon up ahead Like him, her thoughts wavered too A night for pondering it would seem As though by chance or even fate she also had him in her head Initiated by a dream, she was with him in a park They talked, they laughed, they walked around alot And