Tell your story

Tell the world how you are suffering
Tell the world how you are hurting
Share your pain
Find your heart, know your soul
Find your warmth, clear the storm
Move forward, move towards
Another goal
Build in it
Work on it
Don’t count your losses
They are meant for weights
We suffer in success but grow in pain



You left my heart
Now you are in my in my memories
On my mind, thinking are we enemies
Tell me please
Occasionally exchanging energies
Ignoring our inner G
Why are we holding out?
Are you waiting on the universe
To say hey look
You were meant
Now your love is spent

‘Pressing’ our life

Word pressing the world
With songs, poems and stories
Smooth with lines and rhymes
Removing the wrinkles of life

Now your elegant, someone’s child
Move forward, go the extra mile
Wear something bright
put on a smile

Wash the world
With your tears, cleansing it of fear
Scrubbing it Fair
Leaving no heir

Keep pressing
because life will always have wrinkles
After washing

The Journey

thinking about the journey and how far will I have to travel

how many stops and how many truth to unravel

what will be accomplished, will I be able to remove these shackles

making notes, absorbing knowledge, becoming wise in these battles

gathering all my strength, my mental weapons to face these jackals

thinking I am their prey, gathering their packs to hold me at bay

chanting their spells, in hope of turning me shallow

casting their sentences, bringing me to the gallows

to hang me with their laughter, not make me one of the fellows

not that I want to be, it will only make me seem yellow

ejecting my pride and my weakness, my fear, to become mellow

I am without a role model, but I have goals finally

I move towards them, day by day, I work at it

unaware, they lashed at me, emotionally I placed a wall

these mental infliction I try to stall

holding on so that I do not fall, too deep

for the abyss sometimes keeps what it swallows

pressure those that are wallow

we fight to survive, nothing more nothing less


Sometimes you have to be a child at play
To survive these harsh days
Reawakening your innocence
Forgetting the worlds malevolence
Leaving your duties in suspense
thinking when you will commence
A break from ‘adulthood’
A little finger painting here
Paint these walls
Paint these ceilings
A cool colour
Sketch a story
Write a poem
Dream a lifetime
Will you join me on this childish play?

Such a pity

Searching for pity where it doesn’t exist
Is like telling an illiterate to read Spanish
Why do we do it?
Do we do it automatically?
Or for kicks?
Or is it just insanity
Expecting things to go differently
Such a pity
Why over work?
Do we get pay for over worth?
Such a pity
The good is short lived