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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Time

Time.
Tick tock goes the clock,the pendulum never fails t rock.A second goes by ,never asks the reason why.Why can't I come back,come back to get my life on track.Fulfill what otherwise my life would lack.To stand and watch the world go by,just like the stars in the night sky.To pause and see what I want to see,to may be wait here as long as can be.But I see the greed that man has for me if I could just stop what use would I be.Exploited and trapped in his hands I may be, for his hunger for power id be the key.So no I don't want, to stop and return,for if I choose to,this world will burn.I hereby would stick with what I was to be,and may never return like a wave in the sea.


Saturday, May 26, 2012

Blanket of black light

Blanket o black light.
I find myself,calm and collected, my imagination takes flight.under this open sky ,under this starry night.
Thoughts flow in and out so fast,peace I find,am I a refugee o my past. Careless and free my soul wants t be.want to live out loud.get lost in a cloud. Wandering about ,wayward unto the horizon Walk free without doubt,soooo much pain I want t shout. I am but me,the bigger picture I couldn't see. I am not alone in this dark night Under the blanket o black light.


Friday, May 18, 2012

Banyan Tree

I keep dreaming of a day when my head and my heart are in conflict no more.
Where I could say what I feel and know everything is gonna be ok 4 sure.
Oh what I would give t live that moment ,where I no longer am bound by the shackles o this society.
Master o my heart and Architect o my destiny.
But truth reveals a bleak and dismal future.
With prosperity in the horizon but freedom no more.
How I wish I could be free.
To live in this world  like a Banyan Tree

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Pinnacle o innocence

Playing in the sand, jumping in the air, caution t the wind, we never really cared.love would never hurt, wounds would always heal. Truth on our tongue, songs had all been sung, without the slightest care, we would always dare. Then we learn the truth, this world is just a loot, To never get the boot, we learned t be a brute. Gone wer the days when.innocence prevailed,we grew up too soon, no matter where from we hailed. I rem the days .lost in this worlds expense.those wer the days o the pinnacle o innocence..