Monday, October 26, 2009

Am not good at pretence

******************Awesome isn't it*****************

i would love you with a passion
which can never be torn apart
in shred and pieces their love may come
seeming sweeter with a dangerous venom
be shrewd and discern all
filling that void may make you fall
in your face they play the toy
down at your back might rain atomic bomb

see the passion fill intensely in my heart
i never was good at pretense or could hurt a fly,
but am dangerous than your mind
dine with me in long prong fork
knowing i was evil and you could read it
the devil you know, better than the angels you don't
flow with me, i would never mislead you
am better than those- sweet faces; killing hearts
because am no pretense my dear
but i love you intense like a deer

Never Let go

******************Awesome isn't it*****************

The intensity of their love is so supreme
passionately withstands all trials may bring
they sought you day and night
with an eyes fixed to your light
you never let them drop
I've seen the way they went higher up
i envy the passion they feel for you
and the way it springs up anew

But me, what am i to you
i stumble when i love you anew
i cant fuel a burning love
am so cold like a pitiless sun
LORD, dont let me go
i know i need you to become whole
my day are empty with prevalent cold
if you don't hold me, i fear the tale untold
help me to overcome my flesh
make your word in me vibrant and fresh
no matter how the world may blow
i never want to let you go

Thursday, October 15, 2009

who can answer a slob

******************Awesome isn't it*****************

Just got through life and school
wanting all 'em fancy toys and goods
and having none
but still waiting for that big break
men say i would make

But what if i sit and grow old
and nothing i get a hold?
who would i cry unto
who'd give a care
what if i steal
...then that would make me mean
ok....get a job
..i would be termed a slob
how would a slob have a job
leave that to my friends to judge?

what then can this daughter of man
have and would be called good?

have you wonder what they said before
...go out and ask the dogs :-/
the crocodile might even share a pond
but let us hear a word
you aren't the only one in the world
better still, ask the wind
and wait for it
till thy kingdom come

scurry outta my face
lazy dump

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Poem: They never know

******************Awesome isn't it*****************

Different set of eyes
peering like they were mine
sunken beneath pressure
beaten by the throes of pleasure

we live to live again
me and my life, fail or gain
if no one can ever stand in line for my death
though its imminent but i bear the crest
why then would they think to be omnipotence
and deserving to know when i get my best
i live and i die
buried alone in the dust and in sand
above, they wail like it was meant
soon as they live i am left in them

when my money come
i will be in Rome
when my riches smile
find me in Japan
and when Death with holds
find me in hell or heaven
but that i live
they will never know