The Night Falls

December 20, 2015 § Leave a comment

I have a secret, my lady –
A secret I hold close to my heart.
I meet you every night
And no, no
I don’t mean to frighten you
Please, don’t think so
You see, I once read in the books
Of history and philosophy
That our souls fly up higher than we can see,
When we sleep, they say,
Our spirits fly away

I meet you every night,
Up in the heavens,
We, dance and sway,
Imagined, near the bay
I look into your eyes,
I see your smile
I feel both dead and alive

But don’t be frightened, my darling,
It’s only the books
That say it’s this way,
And I’ve never been religious,
Nor pious, my dear
But a road sign towards your door,
Anyone in sight,
Even that beyond the shore,
Has me willing to drown and fight,
To meet your eyes,
I will
To stream my fingers down the curls of your hair,
As we would on the slides of our backyard
Any sign
That I be reignited
By your presence, once again,
I will battle more and more

And in the day, I will work restlessly,
Until all air in me
Is pulled, in a puff, ruthlessly,
I will wake early
Waterway the coffee,
I’m in no need for a chemical remedy
When I will soon hear the voice of a melody

I will work day, and day
So when I tread to my bed,
My dear, I fall head-down
And sleep instantly,
And hope, these books be true
And our souls rejoice together
For one more night with you.

eeny, meeny, miny, moe

December 19, 2015 § Leave a comment

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Everyone’s become a foe
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Take my hand and let us go

I hear a crow, ‘tag you’re it!’
Long, long, after my curfew
I hear a spark
‘Clap, clap’, another house blew

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
You will be the next to go
Not by bullets, but by snow,
It’s cold, you’ve got nowhere to go

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
You are the next big show
Your name’s on the radio
Death will come and kill you slow

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
You are stronger than the blow,
Run to Mexico or Morocco
And they’ll force an embargo

Tagger, my tagger,
Why are they running away from you?
I’m in the playground,
Tag me too

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Another slur at the metro,
Cover your head or wear a bow,
You’ll still be called a hoe

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
To the man in the photo
Why’d you have to stoop so low?
Stepped on children’s toes, shipped  them in the cargoes

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
We will still write your bio
About how you protected us from ammo,
While you murdered their sons with guns long ago

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Where can I find you?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Take me away, my time’s due


They: 2 in 1.

December 16, 2015 § Leave a comment

I tried to take my life away.
I drank a few more than I should have,
My muscles weakened and stiffed,
The tips of my fingers and toes, fell cold
They shook, they froze
But I live on another day.

My mind hosts uninvited guests.
Lately, they’ve been fewer
Or perhaps more silent than ever
Slowly, they’ve fed on my emotions,
Kidnapped them into a bag
And threw them farther than I could see,
Fed them to the dogs,
Emptiness has become the norm to me.

I’m a failure with many opportunities – a fraud
With endless personalities
People walk in, assuming a house filled
With a garden of sweet lemon
They see – a basement stinking of mildew

Lured in, it’s too late now to walk away, rude to say
‘We’ve got no time to talk-and-play,’
Slowly, they quiet far afield,
Too late had they known
I’d already spread in their cells,
Infested their vision like rotten fruit
Left uncovered on a kitchen shelf

The potential in me, is as vast as a grain of sand in the desert,
My passion, is as wide as the big dipper to all of space,
My strength, is as fragile as silk on an iron board

I never gave it my all,
But when I do,
I stumble and fall.
Days of perseverance
Are only seconds in the ball.

These success are not that – these accomplishments are not real

I never gave it my all.
Had I done, I would stumble and fall,
It never hurt me – to fail,
It never wounded me, nor has it interfered with my conscience
I – never felt like a failure
Never came into terms
With my true being,
Only do I like me when I mislead more,
It feeds on lies, using me as disguise,
Myself feeds on fraud

I don’t mean to, I tell them,
I have been cursed as a child,
I may be crazy, I tell them,
They say, ‘you are all right’

But I’m a sinner, who spews lies,
For I have no passion, there is no spark in my eye,
This kindness is only displayed
In your crafted thoughts
You will make excuses for me,
You will hold me earnest
I am not who you think I am
I have warned you many times
Take this warning,
Walk away,
But next time, please knock
Because I have to choose the personality
That would fit your likened mind

I hope the next time I fail
It is not in another attempt
to take my life away.

I wish I would die, if I could.

December 15, 2015 § 1 Comment

I’m not selfish, or brave enough, to kill myself.
But if I could, I would join the mobs of the revolution,
The angry feminists at the rallies,
The crazy hippies in front of the authorities.
I would join Ferguson against the police,
Stand in front of the occupier’s military vessel,
Scream, ‘To hell with your deceptive peace!’

If I could, I would write my life on a pedestal
And hand it to Them to chew.
I would cover my hands in mud
Let it solidify so I punch with all I’ve got.

I would, if I could,
But I am not brave enough
To commit suicide,
And if I were to acquire the skill of brevity,
My soul would be unable to unchain itself
Of what They’ve taught me –

Stick to the walls, walk beside them
And never tiptoe to see what it entails,
Care for your parents and children
Go volunteer, don’t be angry,
You’d be ruining our economy,
Let us handle the affairs
For we’ve got all the academic credentials
You could never afford
With all your life’s reserves,

Let us, the qualified, do what we do best
Let us write your textbooks and news
Let us feed you our correct views.
Care for your children,
What would they do if you’d died?
Don’t be a failed investment to your parents;
I’m not selfish enough to commit suicide.

If I could, I would,
If you snatch this paper and pen
I hold close to my heart,
I will die, inside
I will be another apathetic code,
But I will rise
I will revolt and cut my veins,
Use my blood as ink
And my tears as erasers to the edited lines,
I will use my land and the walls you’ve built
As a medium to voice my cries.

I wish I would die,
If I could,
I wish I could kill you all with me
And let the good survive.

Where Am I?

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