Wednesday, June 19, 2013

INSIPIDITY

Blandness can be beautiful
Plainness can be astounding
The noise of silence erupts
While the world calmly walks by
Ignorantly blissful

I stare at nothing and I am inspired
Where is the source of creativity
That mysterious inner place
That we all posses
But only few can tap into
If only I could reach it

We strive for recognition
And when we find it we hide
What did we try so hard for
I guess that is the mystery of life
We will solve it when we die

Man yearns for love
But easily vents hate in return
Illogical, stupid, life
Maybe one day I will understand
By then I will probably be dead

Insipidity is a treasure
A precious jewel not appreciated
No one envies the plain
The ordinary is not worth hate
That should be the new ideal


TALENTED

I'm fucking talented
Whatever it is i am so talented in
i don't know yet
but believe me
Whatever it is, when i find out
You will be fucking blown away
So start practicing your accolades
Your loud applause, your speeches
I'm about to show you
Maybe soon, maybe later
But definitely way before never

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I MIGHT STILL LOVE HER

I might still love her
Oh my god, I might still love her
Thirteen years gone by since I first set eyes on her
And I might still love her
I have tried to fight the feeling
But my head won’t just stop reeling
And I realize
I might still love her
Why do I still think about her every morning I wake
And dream about her every night in my sleep
When I know she doesn’t even remember I still exist
Why do I call on every birthday, every holiday, every occasion? 
When I have to identify myself
Every time we speak 
And even as I put my thoughts to paper
I realize
Oh my god, I do still love her

YOU

Men of old
Said a heart of gold
Can never be sold
Even if a thousand years unfold
The thought of you, I forever hold

JUST A FRIEND

Ha ha ha 
You laugh at my speech
With that perfect little cackle of yours
And my heart misses a beat 
I have known you forever
But every day, every week
I wish you were not his
That you were mine to keep
But I know I’m just a friend 
And I don’t want to loose that 
Thinking of the complications that will arise 
If I told you what was really in my heart
So I keep mute and bear the pain
Every time you smile when you say his name
Because I know how you will love him
To the very end
And me, poor old me
I am just a friend

GOD WILL UNDERSTAND


This piece was inspired by events in the Ivory Coast and other volatile parts of the world.

When we line them up in the town squares
Blindfolded, hands tied behind them, barefooted in the cold
Large crowds staring and cheering
As they bear witness to the powerful now fallen
When the volunteers take up their guns and aim
Wait for the command and proceed to fire
When the bullets hit them
When they scream in pain
The crowds yell loudly and applaud
When they go limp as their souls leave their bodies
As we disperse with the crowds headed towards our homes
We will not let our conscience worry us
God will understand

When their families weep and gnash their teeth
When their corpses are thrown to the dogs
Oh no, no state burial for you sir
When their possessions are repossessed 
Their mansions destroyed and turned into garbage dumps
When the soil of their farmlands are tilled with salt
Nothing will ever grow there again
When the cars they once rode so majestically in are crushed
Only good as scrap metal now
When their names are expunged from the history books
Branded a curse, never to be mentioned again
We will fear not
God will understand

For they sat back and gave orders while their henchmen went out
To steal, to kill, to destroy whole families
They sat back fattening on the spoils of their destruction
While their fellow citizens starved to death
While innocent young children were malnourished
Denied the basic necessities of life
Robbed of their innocence
While diseases robbed the citizenry of their lives
While their soldiers chopped off limbs and dismembered whole villages and towns
Short sleeve or long sleeve
Women raped, the land desecrated
They sat back smoking fat Cuban cigars
Surrounded by friends, family, loved ones
While on the streets havoc and terror ran free
Blood flowed freely in the drains
Scavengers fed on bodies lying lifeless on the streets
As a woman wailed, beating her breasts for her children
She could not be consoled
They are no more

So when justice eventually catches up to them
And they beg for mercy
Plead for foreign powers to intervene
When exile becomes enticing to them
And they suddenly realize the value of a human life
We will laugh as their pleas for forgiveness fall on deaf ears
And we will not fear for our souls
For when we meet the maker
God will understand

BLANK

I want to write
I love to write
I live to write
But sometimes i sit down to write
And my mind draws a blank
So i try and i try
Brain cells twitching
Head scalp scratching
All to no avail
Still my mind draws a blank
Lack of motivation, writers block, call it whatever
I sit with a pen and a pad for hours
And i can't write a word
My mind stays blank
So i picked up the pen and said to myself
Since i can't write about anything else
I will write about my mind being blank