Dear Life

Dear life,
You lied
You said you’ll never leave me alone,
You said pain will never touch me again,
Now look at the wounds of your making,
Because of you I can’t feel my heart,
Here I’m breathing this hopeless fate
What have you done to me?

Your eyes seemed so pure,
So right,
So persuasive,
Yet you fooled me,
You promised I had a little
More of you to last me till
I need no more of you,
How did I let you do this to me?

Your gipsy crystal ball
Bares a façade of my betrayed future,
I was shallow to fall for your hallow
Lies of a life I will never have…
Not a chance to say goodbye
Not a last glance at my wife,
Like the sirocco, you showed no mercy.

"I dedicate this to my late friend who I made on 14th December 2009...he passed on 2 weeks later RIP D.Womba."

A Home For Humanity

A place where bliss reigns
And happiness is rain
Is this a dwelling of the gods of a world beyond?
Where wishes are endless
And sunny days unending:
This is a home meant for mankind.

For the spirits in the sky
Who will fly so high
To thaw their pain
In this earthly desire
And to bestow their powers
In man’s own soul

Broken hearts that are
Drowning in fury will beat…
Beat like they did before the start
And end of this tragic epiphany
That is full of immortal
Struggles of make believe.

Tears of the fallen
And forsaken souls
Will water this dying
Lust for a true home
Where humanity
Will overcome the love for power
With the power of love.

When Life's Essence Is Lost

Deep beneath the sea
And all that I can see
Is a seam of fear and sin
A shame of a life unseen

These sores in my soul
Will guide me home again
Like yesterday I’ll cling to life
And eat off the affliction of my mind

My heart beats
But without a cause
Like a river flowing
Into lava, I live day by day
Hoping for the gods to grant
My wish…

Here in the dark
I lurk with my head down
Like a defeated Zulu warrior
My spirit holds on hope
To carry on
Fighting this forlorn
Of a life they ask me to live.

Tears

Eyes drenched in its sadness
Bare this strain of madness
Before and after this darkness
The tears of terror and shadiness
Fall to relinquish these cries of sulkiness
These tears are my weakness…

The drain of strength
Is a gain to death
Again I rest this sorrow's truth
In the lantern's path
Eyes see only a wrath
Of an unholy faith
A union of fear and an oath
To moan when life bequeaths
Souls of the broken seethe

Their unsoiled taste
Like dew it all wastes
Away from eyes so fast
All grief flows in haste
Through them reality becomes fate
That one must not hate
Tears to quench this wait
Tears to break a quest to feast

Eyes drowned in its fall
Like the rain it calls
A name known to all
In the earth it stalls
All happiness as silence befalls

A Wheatear's Safari To Serenity

Hear the cry of a wheatear…
Can you see her tears
Stream down to a lake of nowhere?
In the sky she flies
From a life in pieces she thought
Would never be
An end to this struggle
Is all she’ll ever wish.

She seeks a heaven
Where time is endless
And every blissful moment relentless
Where sorrow is negated by a
Split second’s delight
Of an earthly harmony.

Far beyond the specter
Of her mind, she flies
Leaving behind a daystar
Of a broken hope.
Her fiercely flaming wings
Burn beneath a feud
Between body and soul
A feeling of heavenly bliss
Is all that time can offer

Are We Free?

The birth of a baby is its freedom
From the confinement of its mother’s womb
And perhaps the limitations of its solitude
And dependence of life on its mother
To speak their tongue
Talk to their god
and live their way…
Is this freedom?

Are we free
When we dream
And hope to be
The wishes of the spirits?
Now and forever we’ll be
Free only when we believe
In life’s own essence:
An illusion of make believe
Which deceives he who believes
That beauty is a façade of lies
And freedom is not a state of mind.


Like sheep we’ll be
Silent with only tears to
Show our lynch’s cry
For a freedom’s rupture
Beyond the world known to man
Where a reality is concealed
And death is a freedom
From the world’s agony.
Is this why sheep doesn’t cry
Before slaughter?

Passion Flames

Flares of my inner desires
Rise to the depth of this mire
Of sensations within my soul’s Yearning
For a deeper reach or perhaps a touch
To seal this heart with passion.

A deep passion scent
Is the air that the angel sent
Its tastes find a succulent
Vigor of this soul food
I cannot deny this…
This feeling of human completion:
Its blissful nature massages my soul’s
Desire to have you and you only.

To be in touch this epiphany
To seek not that which is found
To hope for a higher essence of life
To be safe in this shelf of lust
Is more than I can ask for.

A climb to the peak
Of this untold reach
Is not what they preach
When I lose me in my rich
Before I rest I beseech
To touch your heart of peach.