Moon(shine)

Crisp and clean like the
Moon shine against my face.
My eyes pierce the sky,
the blackened, starry space.
And without a collar or a leash
My thoughts transcend to another place.
I fly with the wings of a bird,
And with snowy, white grace.
In my mouth I have,
A bitter sweet taste.
From the bottle of Moon,
which was against my face.
The supply is sufficient,
There is more in case,
I happen upon unpleasant thoughts,
That I would like to erase.

Dark Lonely Road

Look at me, I am all alone.
I am chewing on nothing like a dog with a bone.
I am a kid at heart even though I am grown.
I walk that dark lonely road.

Not about love (part 1)

Too many are saying,
"It's all about the love."
Where is the freedom in that.
When enough is always enough.
When everything that you say.
And everything that you do.
All the things that you buy.
Can't just be about you.
"It's all about the love."
Well I've had enough,
with all that amity stuff.
So hold your comments, 'cus
i am about to shut this shit up.
I am a guy who never talked to nobody.
I never wanted to cus i never liked nobody.
Cus everybody got green eyes like money.
Only wanted one thing.
What's that? It's money!
I walk the streets alone.
Couldn't tell you my number
Because i don't talk on the phone.
"But don't you get lonely?"
Nope! Cus when I get some groceries.
I am too happy that i am alone.
Because i know they all for me.
Didn't nobody go to the store for me.

Georgia

Falls are plenty.
But the lies to cover the falls are many.
And when I gave Gemini my thoughts for a penny.
He told me he got enough thoughts already.
I'm dragging cus my arms are heavy.
I've asked but those fools just won't let me.
Cry for my own, now I'm eating spaghetti.
On my own where the lords can't catch me.
I am ready.


I'm home grown.
Where the veges and fruits have been shone.
Where the light meets the dark in the tone.
Where the residents don't wear any clothes.
Where the attitude is left out on the road.
On the streets where she left, I was four.
She looked back, only once to see how much i had grown.
But now I'm home.


Sweet Georgia!

Judgment

In the darkness when all life is quiet.
Awakens a blood thirsty tyrant.
And under his hand is an army as far as the eye can see.
They fight for divinity.

Under the holy-soaked sun when all life is sound.
A man with his shield, he stands his ground.
And by his side are friends as far as the eye can see.
They fight for glory.

In between these colossal thoughts, stands alone a tactful student.
Who has been deemed truly prudent.
He signals for all sounds to cease.
He does not fight, for he is peace.

Interpritive Short Essay

One day life will smite you; you who has one glass eye. Whose cold gaze warms the hearts of those who are ignorant, and on their ignorance you feed. If it were to be lacked, The King will be replayed. Half the distant smirk stabs with intent to wound; the other half shines brighter than the Sun. Where the flowers died, a Dandelion grows. You can never imagine the unimaginable. Inside your folder are the words. The words that were missing in those awkward silences; that never came to us when we needed them most; that were the right answer. You held them in your folder for no one to read; not even you.

So while your mice fly and your toads sing beautifully, I am not fooled. The King always failed to clean up after himself.

Rant

Forgive me, sir.

I do remember the name, but couldn’t put it to a face.

I remember how much you get paid, and how much you get laid.

But through all that Shit!

How many deaths have you faced? How many lives have you saved?

How many times have you paced while thinking of someone for days;

Someone besides your self; about someone else?

No! I bet your respect is sitting on that dusty ass shelf.

Waiting for you to begin giving it out.

But I am starting to get the feeling that is something you don’t know about.