A Dead Baby’s Poem

I could feel the overwhelming desire to not have me,
Mother’s hatred for me made me realize that Iam a mistake
That must cease to exist to create a perfect picture for her future,

She drunk all sorts of harmful chemicals to get rid of me but it was too late
She’d have to kill herself before I die,

I was born on 22nd April without a cry of desperation nor hate for my
Disillusioned mother, What did I do to deserve a young death before my Birth?

She looked me in the eye with sheer spite, How can a mother hate her own Defendless child? Mother wrapped me in a paper all covered in blood and left me for dead, I cried and cried but all in vain, nobody felt and heard my Shriek,

I have forgiven mother for killing my body because my soul will continue Living together with the millions of nameless babies,
I hear her silent screams as she thinks of what
She did to me and other baby siblings to satisfy
Her own selfish reality,
I will not haunt her but her conscience will.

Today marks three years of little Jane's death.

Darfur Weeps

Silent screams gradually elude the struggling
Feelings that divide emotions to bits,
Darkness comes to sing the solemn melody to
They that fear falling from the rooftops
Of misery.

A facade of evil uncovers a reality of
Sweet boredom of love as every man falls
Out of love with his life,
The African sun creeps ever so closely
At the diamonds that bleed from the past and pain.


Skins peel off at the sight of light as bodies
lie in the sun being attended to by the others,
Justice seeks salvation as they fall and die with
A face of a dark labyrinth,
A maze of shame stands still waiting for mercy
To undo the misery,

In our world the sun shines no more.

Illusive Serenity

A mind defeated by the evasive illusions
Of the coming of misery,
Duck the darkness to dodge its wrath of
Torment and its black infinity,

The pull of death takes toll as my
Hollow soul sores with fear of
Loosing it all,
Insanity dies with every
Sight of death’s claws.

Black Beauty Acquaints

Embrace the soothing feel of her
Black beauty infinity,
A mystic feel of warmth accompanies
Her immaculate dark soul in the
Absence of silent misery.

Nothing can scar the beauty of her
Glowing heart…no one can hurt
Her mortal sensual sultry.

She sings immaculately for the
Sun to rise and cries loudly as the
Moon dies before their eyes,
She solemnly embraces the wreath of lethal
Thorns that separate her mind of splendor .

Her agony whispers peace and defeats a piece
Of her pain as her eyes smolder to
Embrace the glory of sweet grace.
Time chills her burning solitary illusions
Of pleasure every time she acquaints her
Undefined beauty.

A lone Angel’s Fate

The white wolves sings her lullaby as
She sleeps dreaming her crucifixion…
She dies in her dreams,
Fear cuddles her with death by piercing her
Last hope for salvation with a sword of a medieval
Knight, She dies a thousand times in the presence
Of a full moon that sucks her blood dry.

Forever gazing in a maze where lost souls feed
On the weak she looses face and falls in love
With the darkness of her heart,
She washes away the pain by walking in
The thorns of dead roses that masks the
World below.

As she goes a film of darkness chases the light in
A dying world without her,
Death kisses her goodbye as say her last
Prayers.

Child Skull

28-Mar 2009

In her mind she dies each day he reaps
The life out of her mortal being,
Her tears stay dry for the bloodshed
Unknown to all but felt by her.

The scars of torture bleed with the
Closing of each year of darkness and
Sheer emotional seclusion,
He molds her mind with the misery
That he mistakes for intimacy,
She looses feeling with the coming
Of his atrocities that leave her
Crying in the darkness.

The sheath that suffocates her mind
Grows thicker as she swims in her tears of sorrow,
She embraces him as he slowly kills her
By raping her emotions of self worth.

Raging with spite though her mind is she fails
To find strength to break free from his
Shackles of make believe,
She wonders in her sorrow every time he puts
Her to sleep in the cellar that she has
Always called home,
Her buried essence of living among mankind
Splits her soul in pieces that turn into dust,
The vicious whirl wind of flames sweeps
Clean her emotions with his unethical children she bore.

The wreath that blinds and chokes life torments
Her will to be part of the living,
The lust to breathe and walk where angels sleep
Is her unanswered prayer...Is she forsaken?

Their passionless love freezes her heart to
Ice whenever she replays the solemn past,
The cold eats her soul's warmth as he walks
In to create another killing of her spirit,
The facade of his perfect harmony is revealed
As the curtains open.

Anne Frank

Her lurking thoughts linger in the thorns of the present,
He bruised figurine whispers in the dark as she mourns
Another death of herself,

A shadow of hope fades away with the setting of the sun,
The fear of being left alone gnaws her mind with tears
Of isolation,

She bawls down to her sorrow as the dark sword of
Injustice reaps her spirit to threads,
Fallen though she is her will to break free conquers
The destructive ideologies of the human traitors,

A tear drop from
the heavens blind
them from her as
they seek and kill life,

The bloodshed in her young mind screams
Silently as the end of misery draws in.