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.)

SOME DAYS

Some days my voice gets weak from screaming in silence
I do not wish to speak.
My soul leaks fluid seeping through these eyes
Unarmed with tools to suture my wounds
Yet I seek to discover where the puncture lies.
My efforts are futile;
I curve my lips but still cannot break a smile.

Some days I get too lost within myself
I transform into a different being.
Disgruntled, Ungrateful victim of terror
If seeing be believing
I'm in denial for that cannot be my image in the mirror.
It sells me so short;
Some days I can barely reach anything.

Some days I shove away the hand that feeds
Loneliness welcomes hunger willingly.
There's a hug of which I'm in need
I reject it seemingly.
My body should be labelled 'Out of Order'
No one organ works in conjunction with the other.

Better days I've deemed ordinary
So some days have become necessary

I SEE YOU

I see you.

In the still of the night when silence of your absence grips me, the thought of you trips me and I begin to see you in the times past and that which lies ahead
I see you in the scheme of circumstances when dreams of you haunt me till i wake and loneliness seems to hold me hostage in my bed.

I draw myself further from you but in my reflection I still see you and assume you are near
Objects in mirrors aren't always closer than they appear because I reach out to touch you and all I feel is thin air and a tear
Falling upon my cheek where your hands once grazed, I'm amazed I feel you more and once again you are here.
I see you.

I shut my eyes tight so I wouldn't but the vision only gets clearer
I sense your presence in every sense so intense
I'm convinced you've been sent to create a system error.
Oblivious to the reality that I shouldn't, I see you, the flower girl and the ring bearer
The bridesmaids and grooms men stand in a file while father takes me down the aisle, my face imprinted with a smile seeing you in forever.

I refuse to believe you're not the muse musician's abuse because I see you in every song that I can't help but sing along to
Words, hues combined in a lines paint a different view of you so I know this to be true
Why then do you deny to be being used when my playlist suddenly resembles a slideshow of you?

I see you.

When I stare up the night's skies and stars twinkle down like a sight for sore eyes and in each ray of light, I too see you in sunrise
In every breath and in every thought
In truths, unknowns and in wherever the middle lies
I see you in everything that is within and without, in everything found and everything sought.

I see you.

Do you see me?

JAMESETTA

I caught myself daydreaming once again this morn
With a hand gently placed on my belly in anticipation of my unborn
I imagine her staring wide at me, my child
She possesses her father's dream filled eyes
And carries the joy that is her mother's smile.
I can't shake the tingle running down my spine
She has me wrapped around her little finger
When her little fingers momentarily wrap around mine.
Beautiful innocence made out of love
And love I devotedly give to her
More and more each day, like it could never be enough.
Jamesetta,
After my mother I'm thinking I should name her
She deserves a name synonymous to herself; Unique
Owned only by two from generations before me
She's number three.
The charm lodged in my arms
I'm consumed to keep her there and protect her from harm.
Let there be life and so she'll be
In time; the only gap that separates her from me
But my dreams builds a bridge that draws us together
In them I catch a glimpse of the light I'll call my daughter.
Fervently praying to be

her blessing
Her person and more than a mother should naturally be.
For her I must live true to life and learn what it has to teach
That I may reach her first a model woman
Before I dare ask her to practice what I preach.
I dread those days she strays and I'm pressed to scold her
When she gets lost in her ways and her phases won't let me hold her
I pray I'm not fazed by challenges I'm faced with in my quest to mould her
I trust to raise a true soldier.
Fruit of my womb
Extension of my being
Daddy's angel, mummy's pride
I daydream of the future, hands still on my stomach
Waiting in time for the life yet to grow inside.

REVELATIONS OF MY PEN

With my pen I tell you my thoughts
When nights find me unable to sleep
 I count them like sheep 
With my pen I sell you my flock.

With my pen I hold your hand
 Then allow yours to evenly fit mine
 Suddenly you become me,I become you
 With my pen we're one in time.

My pen strips me down to the bone alone 
My heart beats on paperP
ages overflow with blood and brain matter
 A lifetime supply of fluid 
A great man once said "Ink never turns to stone".

With my pen, I am who I am 
Who I need to be without limitations 
Real or fantasy, drunken or sober 
My pen will be till I am no more.

Ball point, quill, fountain or felt
 So long as these words escape me
 My pen shall write.
 Cursive, plain, italic or bold 
I am a calligrapher in my own right.

My pen is my liberty 
To let it down would defeat the purpose of my peace 
I am not eager to identify with mere men 
So earnestly I cling to my pen

FOR HER

This is for the girl who still loves the one who loved her before
For that glimmer of hope that he'll love her once more
This is for the angel with the fractured wing
Falling down clouds and spacing from the heavens
Missing out on bliss earth could never bring.

This is for the singer who's lost touch with her soul
Her melody is without feeling
Her lyrics without healing
For the young poet spiralling out of control
Their stories remain untold.

This is for she who sits home alone
Her soul mate's gone, children grown
Fleeting memories are all she can call her own.

This is for the internally broken lady
Forced to exchange life for corporate heights
Nights haunted by the cries of her aborted baby.
This is for the void and woes of the barren wife
In a distance, standing distanced from her husband watching another in envy

This is for the innocence of the child paid to get laid
Disgusted by the filth that comes with her trade
If only she had made that grade.
This is for the unwed mother
Always a bridesmaid and never a bride
For the street beggar
Setting her young ones before her pride
This is for the lone soldier
Structured for battle but darkness falls with no one left to hold her.

This is for the lonely girls who have lost their smiles
Though the world seems to revolve without hope
Hold on tight, heaven will be here in a while
Bearing liberation the mind could never conceive
Just say a prayer and then believe.

CAGED BIRD SINGS

I often stared at the caged bird with much pity
It reminded me of the villager
Who never made its way to the city
Behind thin iron bars
On a sill I watched it sit still
It had never once occurred to me
The feathered one remained caged at will.
I could not conceive what joy it could bring
And to me it began to sing:


Many mornings greet me
Sky changeless, clear and blue
But from the old I learnt to create a new
I have become the master of my view.
Contrary to common theory
I do not abide in the company of freedom melodies
No time lost in envy of the purported free
Drifting with wings broken by fears and troubles
That stand more incarcerating than these bars around me.
My mind is poised nevertheless untamed
My soul at liberty to soar the highest heavens
To see it all named and unnamed.
No need to cry for me
My freedom rests within
With contentment I've found my voice
This bird will forever sing.


How absurd!
I had thought it must be
To live life free yet unfree
Until I caught myself singing word for word
To the symphony of the caged bird.