South Winds blow

And Just like that the time soon came

Winter with the northern winds blew in

And with it strange whispers in the rain

Head south-Head south!

the whispers proclaimed--

Float on the wind with the feather

Follow the paper heart blowing in the wind

The journey's not too long you'll find

My friend soon you'll be among your kind

Scared to feel

Disillusioned
with the illusion and confusion
of perfection

Its just a perception
Humans-
Desperate for a connection 
waiting-
for a reaction
to validate their existence
But its all pretense
we're trapped in a fence
Pretending -
that nothing's real
So scared to feel
Living in denial
Locked emotions in a file
Kept and tracked
Cold calculated text

Ode to bug

Tiny little bug sitting on my page
quiet-
Meditative
Do you have rage?
Through your eyes-
Unknown little bug-
How does creation seem?
Insignificant?
Or meant to be?

Open to suggestions

Always Life and Death
Opposing resisting forces
Combined in the same breath
Everday-
Connected to both
Everlasting afterlife they pray
Yet consume and destroy
-What a paradox_
We are nothing but a toy
Looking for cheap delight
Nothing but ultimate distraction
Oh Oblivious blight-
Oh Humanity-
Obssed with being right
You forget-
Nothing is ever Black and White

Clay warrior

Clay warrior made from hand
Fashioned to fight
For a stranger's Land
Clay warrior-
Painted with blood
Hardened by fires of War
Forged by a brotherhood
Long dead but not forgotten
Clay warrior-
Shattered and remade
by the whim of a furor
His faith has been laid
Clay warrior-
Fallen, lonely soldier
The world on your shoulder
Sitting on the edge

Lies to life lessons

Fill their head with lies
Deny education
Tell them they cannot see
You will be their eyes
Repress, oppress and depress
hopeless-
waiting in vain
to be free from their chain
waiting in vain
for a promise long broken
fill their head with lies
control the mind of the youth
suck their energy dry
leach-parasite-disease
telll them they can have gold
then hand them dirt
tell them it is El Dorado
-its nothing but a shadow-
disillusioned youth-
waiting in vain
for a promised life
already dead

Ode to Alyssa and Guyana

i miss u.
do u still love me?
am i still ur friend? 
am i in the back of your mind? 
Times spent remembering, listlessly wondering what if
times we laughed like we were five
thats when i was alive. 
dead leaves, bare trees crying for the sun
controlled emotions, no free motion to express, i feel repressed
dance naked and free beneath the mango tree
in the rain with no thought but now the adult world has trapped my youth
stressed, i've regressed into dark depths of swollen demon eyes
wondering if i'll ever be kissed by the sun again

Vampire Lover

sadly-
staring at the changing moon 
Vampire lover-
Wake me soon
Sinking sucked underworld
hold my hand
untill the spring flower's unfurled
My lover-
Hold me close and be kind
The night's not too long you'll find
The day is at a loss
Sadly-
Staring at the changing moon
Vampire lover-
Wake me soon

Memories

My dreams-
Full of dusty roads
and endless sky
Lonely nights 
Lost with my soul
Tired of the fight
Against Tyrannical might
My dreams-
turn to you
A memory as lost as me
I cry to my soul
Nothing but a construct
Of lonely images
Filling my pages

City Lights

She's losing her mind
She's losing her soul
poor little darling
She's losing control

Finding herself
Somewhere too far
Beyond the dream
Lung full of tar

Smiling in vain
As stern eyes stare
Filling her mind
With their fear

So if you choose to see
The lights in a limosine
You know the city
Is a dark place
Turn around and you
Are just another waste

Modern motions

A face constructed-
With interplay of light and dark
Emotions caged and restricted
Every reaction created -
Suited and tailored to audience
Opinions weighed on consequence

A personality-
Rendered schizophrenic
Dreams become reality
Hustle, bustle and panic-
Activities for activities sake
Moments ticked and passed

Winds

Ripples in the wind
When times collide

Hot breeze blows on Savannah land
Whispers -
News from Kanuku high
Scented with change
Whirlwinds blow -
Fuelled by raging spirits

Ripples in time
When ideals collide

Winds blow ash over Savannah trees
Warning-
From seasons past
Of cyclical promises
Trying times-
Frustrated and restricted

Predicted