I PAINT

I want to paint an abstract picture

That speaks words of poetry and quotes scripture

Mesmerize you with hues that could maybe bewitch ya

Shade your dark skies with blues 

And introduce to you brighter future.

Cheers to a new culture

A new day where the lay bird fears not the vulture

Nor eagles, nor hawks, nor the angry fist of nature.

Here lies traces of red, blue, green and yellow

Pink, brown, orange and all the tints that follow

Goodbye to mediocrity and things that shallow

And to depth and the impossible, we greet “hello”.

Pick up your brush and paint with me

The world is our canvas rightfully.

 

STILL

So I breathe,
Inhale...exhale.
Buying my time  
Wholesale, retail.

My body is a mine  
They keep digging at my soul,  
I would give it willingly
Yet they steal my gold.

I must exhaust the pain  
I scream at the torment,
My voice gets lost  
So I reserve my comments.

Rain pours hard on the glass
I am the cliché looking out the window,
Life goes on on the outside
Indoors lacks hope for tomorrow.

It is an ice cold world
I shiver at the sun,
Left with one shot to fire  
But the bullet froze in the gun.

Chitter, chatter  
There goes my teeth,
However, there is still air  
So I breathe...

WRITE ON

Ink from your pen flows from a never ending stream of power so you must write on.

Write on, our stories must be told to our daughters and sons

Though your words now may not be understood,
Write on for generations may need you after you are gone.

Write on, you have a responsibility to accomplish the dream many have set their sights on.

Write on, the fight’s on to make a joyful tune out of a sad song.

Write on, the blind are eager to see, the weak eager to be strong

The man left behind is dying to move on so you must write on.

Write on to write off misconceptions with real life perception on truth, lies and deception.

Write on everything you’ve witnessed under the sun.

Good and evil are battling over our unborn,

You must write on and give commentary; maybe we could right some wrongs

Our memories will not remain forever young

So write on our journey, difficult but nonetheless fun.

Write on to keep the lights on
That even in darkness you’ll be the star that shines on.

Write on to break a new dawn

The road from thoughtlessness has been quite long

There should be no end to this liberty so you must write on

You must write on from yesteryear’s morn

For you are the chosen one

The right one to write on.

UNDEFINED

You are a pole deep rooted in my soul
pushing past the point where I lose all control.
My sight is set on the goal of letting you know
beyond doubt that you are the part of me I love whole
with all of the heart of me you stole.

Hold on to me when the world gets cold
ad when sorrows unfold,
cling to me tighter than mole on skin.

Into bins I've trashed scenes of your past sins
Since I'm keen to the man you are;
Will be, rather than the one you've been.
You are my thin line drawn between peace and serenity
Within you resides my dreams and reality
without a clean cut where one ends and the other begins.
You are my infinity.

You are my best friend and lover
sharing life and love under covers.
For you I uncover my all,
Strip down my walls and offer what's new to discover.
In the even of darkness you are my harness to light
The sense of happiness when sadness ignires
You are my father, my brother; a family unite.

You are my Love.
As simple as a single word complete
Yet love undefined by simple words to a naked sheet.

PART OF EVERY THING

Without my consent he picked my brain
Vain it would be to complain so silent I remained
I can’t find the time he rummaged through my mind
And untwined the thoughts I thought I had confined.
I feared what truth of me he begot
I could have fought him to inquire what he sought
But my subconscious would not let me.
My faculties were at his mercy.

No sooner had I reckoned he’d gathered contents of my head and fled,
Did I detect where his journey led.
Defensive instincts kicked in to restrict him from my core
My emotions were mine to secure but before I could declare war
He shot my guard down by the whisperings of the words he said.
My heart thumped and pumped fusions of red
Then into it he injected, sucked
And out reared what sensations my blood shed.
Naked I stood; my essentials bare
Suddenly I became a slave to his lair.

He was a Poet.
A stranger who spoke to me with the familiarity of a childhood friend
His words were a manifestation of myself even I could not comprehend
He drove me out of my mind,
Crazy with his phrases that coerced me to places sanity never let me attend.
He was a Poet.
Woven with a surgeon’s precision and confidence of an actor
Articulate, something like a professor or a pastor behind a pulpit
Fervently preaching to culprits of sin that all souls may be saved without a forfeit.
He was comforting like home I remember
Enticing like the seduction of a lover.
He fertilized ink with candor
The emergence of wisdom became inevitable.

He was more than just a being.
He was…is a Part of Every Thing (P.O.E.T.)