Africasgateway.com
Hip Hop Forums => Battle One on One => Topic started by: the brand® on April 19, 2005, 01:21:30 PM
-
LAS NITE
nearly found out what happens when udie in ur sleep
woke up-chockin up-in my own blood
polker dotted with blood-is my bed sheet
death became n afta taste
tried 2 brush it out wit toothpaste
but.......it was a waste
las nite................
my life didnt flash infront my eyes
its 2 borin 4 that
this comes as no suprise
but seriously...........
I didnt c da past....I saw the few-cha 4 me
-WE-
its soundz corny I NO..
but I saw me n bhlakhroze
in Berlin..doing a show
interviews...sayin from da mud we roze
nearly found out what happens when udie in ur sleep
Im not goin back 2 sleep
-
f*** the end of the tunnel, I need the light now!
by Syntactic
Nerves stripped bare, i feel naked,
Temptation in single doses,
I fight my need to take it.
Consistent uncertainty we never know if we gonna make it,
Wastin our youths standin around pool tables, listening to fool's fables,
Sippin beer, of course that winning number is just gonna appear,
Tata ma-chance, just one more wage advance,
I'll pay it all back, All i need is one more blackjack.
What you really need is a fat smack, your child clothed in a refuse sack,
The government never had your back,
Stop tellin me you deserve it cos you black,
Relyin on yor melanin is a sure way to lack,
You put yo kids on the corner sellin crack,
You need to take responsibility but you just step back.
As expected, the help that you need is rejected,
Its only the lust for waste i see in your eyes reflected.
You moan and groan, f*** instant forgiveness, you need to atone,
Repent for your families sake, work your fingers to the bone.
We dont need another brand clone, teach your child the value of thought,
Open your eyes to the riches beyond what your money bought.
Lay-byes, accounts and home loans only serve to distort,
The conspiracy is real, you dont even see the trap in which you caught.
We're ALL lost now, cos we forgot its the TRUTH we sought.
At the end we all cry cos we see our lives hav come to NOUGHT!
-
ya funny how my poems hav become almost indistinguishable from my rhymes. i end up using them on tracks, especially lately. i realised its because I stopped tryin to be another Slam clone, I'll never be Saul Williams, so i stopped trying.
We need to move away from the imitation obssesion that we got in this country.
Word
-
Couldn't understand why she looked at me with such lust
till I found out she wanted to reverse my body back to the dust
underneath a tombstone desecrated by obscure visuals of wartorn reality ambushed by thoughts unchained in minds of disgust
perverted by erected hormones wetted in cocubines desiring the unthinkable plague that comes only when upstaged by awoken dreams
echoing for more than received in this bitches womb
9 months later Life is experienced.......
"I seen it all thru the eyes of a needle deletion of a planet brainwash of the people..."Pharaohe
-
- KNOCKING -
there are so many things
so many things
that, im not quite sure where to begin
you come to me so gently
I want to give you sunflowers
I want to show you hidden stars
and rainbows I stole out of the sky
I want to share silence with you
and I want to be invited by you
like water
pure
brought to life
Im thirsty.
but what happens when ive lost the keys
and ive forgotten how to believe
a yes that’s a no
a maybe when im sure
blue should be green
honestly.
my thoughts are comfortable
which is the correct door?
how will I know
just then I thought I heard GOD sigh
she need say no more
I already heard.
-
" but I saw me n bhlakhroze
in Berlin..doing a show
interviews...sayin from da mud we roze "
* the girl in the ninja outifit, jumps up and down squealing with delight. ME!? IS THAT ME??! she points to herself, THATS ME!! he's talking about me! ooohhweeee!! *
hey kid. wa**up.
-
yesterday she hoped it would've gone on forever
today she charters a course to become an ancestor
treading on the sharpness of unfulfilled promises
her so(u)le bleeds for all those she misses...
now i stand reading her story
written on the sweet caress of a nervous gale
and her memories dance on the surface of butterfly wings
she is no longer here and i could have told her so many things...
-
Dem neva teach I the human code/
The eroded concept which dwells
in a bubble-like abode/
Stroke it once, stroke it twice
Then it's all gone/
Why does it have to be so wrong/
Tried to hold on...
-
- TUESDAY AFTERNOON -
i blow smoke into the air
and watch it dance with the rain
creating images out of my pain
im alone again
lost inside my silence
a bird sits atop a telephone pole
and i wonder.
i wonder if you know.
-
you come in the night
stealthily
and like the thief you are
you steal my heart
take my hand
and we dance
to the sounds of a self imposed silence
putting out smouldering fires
and though they choke
on these very fumes we get higher
truth be told, we desire
and you
so charming
its disarming
alarming.
me.
could it be?
children of a lost deity
forgotten
found
please do forgive me
sometimes
sometimes, i tend to think out loud
i tend to think out loud
is it allowed?
seeing, feeling, being.
words unspoken.
spoken.
-
Roze, dam girrrl you got too many emotions and a too large vocabulary, for us dumb peeps.
Child, Souljah and Biz, Nuff sed! Respek!
-
...yeah syn, roze is killing us man. girl you know we are just little childrens our brains stop working when you use them words... :cry:
-
what words. yo'll are tripping. im trying but im NOT seeing any hectic words. come on now, it all looks so simple. really.
im starting to feel very had. laff.
damn dodgy boys. laff
-
...our brains stop working when you use them words... :cry:
actually...good.
i was hoping to pluck a couple of heartstrings instead, anyway. VERY BIG LAFF.
-
- THAT NIGHT -
there was only one star in the sky.
as if in the whole universe i was the only one who was alive.
as if the only existence was the beating inside
sitting quietly on the wings of time
just waiting for my birth to pa** me by
its as if there was only one star in the sky.
all of creation is captured here in these lines.
there was only one star in the sky.
-
- MADLOZI -
sweetly, you speak to me
in my dreams you come to me
ever so, so, so gently
caressing me
ancient wisdom
whispered rea**uringly
comforting me
seeing faces
souls masquerade as words
boldly entering this, a golden arena of verbs
it seems not too many of us have heard
it is a secretive GOD we serve
singing solemn songs of untold plight
setting these silent skies alight
it is in your death
that you come alive
within the stillness of time
and blindly we begin to see
pa**ing through me
your traditions of old
it is your names that lurk in the dark
and yet the children know only of a noah who built an ark.
-
- WALKING ON WATER -
lost in this turquoise haze
my own mind becomes a maze
stranger to myself
the guest
turning water to wine
drunk
limping
so while he gives me nothing
im here creating something
miracles.
I am my only hope.
- im starting to feel like im the only one who plays here. aaahhhh. lonely... - laff.
-
- THIS GIRL YOU KNEW -
this girl you knew
sits beneath a willow tree
there, in her yellow dress
imagining your caress
with so much to say
but speaking into the wilderness
she continues to write you letters
though you left her no address
you left
this girl you knew
sits quietly
amidst a noise that screams thoughts of he
she sits quietly
you are gone
you
this girl you knew
embraces the sun
but her world remains cold
though memories intangible
in her empty hand
it is you she still holds
tracing the shape of your heart in the sand
she wishes upon a distant land
this girl you knew
knew you once too.
-
concrete roses
MY THUMB GOT STUNG BY A THORN
SHE KISSED IT
N ALL I DO IS THINK ABOUT IT EVERY MORN
-
- THOSE 2 AND A HALF SECONDS -
and so the words
became their swords
entrapment there, within his thoughts
a valiant battle
inside herself she fought
a tango with time
her mind refusing to leave her heart behind
treading carefully
around the moment
as his sincerity
sought to prod her testily
tossing the coin
questioning destiny
one daft man asked
to be or not to be
it seems the task
is not that easy
and she
ever cognisant
that all it ever takes is just one deed
to map out her legacy
left him to watch her flee.
-
- AN ORANGE CLOUD -
the sun smiles
and they receive her
basking in her glory
she gives them meaning
they glow in appreciation
orange clouds
what they become
the sun smiles on them
she gives them meaning
they smile on me
and i receive their healing
an orange cloud
what i become
she smiles on them
they smile on me
im smiling at you
orange clouds
what we become
an orange cloud
i reach for the sky
GOD is alive.
I GLOW IN APPRECIATION.
-
- STILL STANDING -
insignificant
before i saw different
the lesson in the experience
the resolution of past with present
a return to self
has made me my own tenant
occupying my own spaces
an understanding of what grace is
paying rent
when i(t)s (my) due
staying true
this child
golden
just pa**ing through
a long road
of which none but she knows
closed doors
always denied whats hers
but im here
still standing
this is me.
-
BLKR
truth be told her poems
made his heart melt stone
her question was bold
and if he had the chance he wouldve taken her home
but thats not how the story goes
its not specific but thats not how water flo's
he kissed saturday
wanted to make love to sunday
but then again thats not how the cup overflo's
-
he rote pages of after thoughts
after all sorts....
he stole my lines
told he was feinding for her red dress
but he bit my rhyme
she came closer i could see why
she looked @ me i saw the sun shine
she took me out......out..she took me out
and i cant rhyme
-
- SILENCE AND WORDS -
the night lights up
shimmers like
diamonds and pearls
caught
between
silence and words
there being no comfort in denial
she turns, offers him a slight smile
as the child grows old
he can rest his soul
not missing a thing
every word
she has heard
taking 3 steps back
she remains a**aulted by her own fears
to be condemned to taste her own tears
trying to explain
she trips on her own thoughts
once again
she wants to fly
reach the other side
are you alright
its the things you do
they speak for you
she remembers you
these things tend to turn out their own way
and so it remains a story for another day.
-
WOW 8O WOW
-
SHE
Emotionally pugnacious she,
thought steel was the only way to be,
unknown, the Us that would set her soul free,
A kiss and my collapse to one knee,
SHe witnessed my surrender, yet SHE belongs to ME.
-
damn roze your killin with your poetry *hand clap*
-
aaahhh, sweet man syn. is this for jasmine...?
and she's all yours babes. damn straight hey. all yours. (well, lets hope so. hehehehe)
aaaahhh....
-
Realisation
I've stared death in the eyes,
a friendly smile and the touch to calm my surprise,
An honest face, no longer need for lies,
You are who you are, you face what you did,
No more church smiles an pretty wrapping for evil you hid,
So many try to make up wit a wife and a kid,
But theres no going back, this trains on a one way track,
You missed your station, no sense being a pillar of salt,
Life seasons us anyway, you always end as what you wanted,
No one but you in charge of dreams now blunted.
Some of us choose to dance with a knife.
We hold it close and beg for forgiveness,
And so i stand before this mirror and stare death in the eyes.
I see there was only one person to ask for mercy for my lies.
Now the innocent child that was me just cries.
-
aaaahhh....
My intentions are my own, but I'm glad you were touched Roze.
These days more and more i realise I'm an Iron fist in a Velvet Glove.
-
...i wish i could
for once carve living images within my memories
and illuminate sullen words that trace invisible footprints on the apex of the sun's orbit
and lay with a widowed deity
in an attempt to conceive a once-living pacifier
i wish i could
write on tender petals the story
living in the placenta of a blind embryo
awaiting to be told by samsara
the story of times' short sight
i wish i could
paint scenes in the jaded hues of dead auras
telling of living horrors
that wait in ambush behind eternity's golden doors
i wish i could
at arms length push away the increasing darkness
that imprisons my innerspace
leaving me with visions of bovine demons
bathining in the blood of slain angels
i wish i could
lay to rest and wake to the sight of god's face...
-
^^^^ SOuljah 8O Ya**USS!!!!!!
-
- ONCE UPON A TIME -
her tale begins
at once upon a time
she sang to him the sweetest lullaby
as they stood perched
way on high
watching the sun dance with the sky
entangled within his feeling
she whispers
please keep believing
your stars stay gleaming
your odds
yet to become evens
screw the bloody demons
conniving witches
and the glitches
stand alone and claim your riches
your birthright
you become your own light
in this
the face of your darkest night
a shining landscape of dreams
lies in wait it seems
just one bold step
and all will be revealed
to GOD she blows a thousand heartfelt kisses
that he may be kind and grant you
all but one of those wishes.
her tale begins at once upon a time
she sang to you the sweetest lullaby...
-
-WANTED: A FIRE EXTINGUISHER –
If I could touch this feeling
gently
I would mold it
give it wings
set it free
but, I this goddess, only human
am consumed
to be burnt within the realms of my own pa**ion
and so, in my attempts to ignite your cold
it is myself I set alight
the sweet bitterness of life is such that
it is the keeper of the flame
who turns to ashes…
AFTER THOUGHT:
…and rises, a phoenix.
-
- INTO YOU -
i want to breath into you
breathe life into you
breathe you
be you
watch you come alive
tantalize your being
til you colour my existence with your smile
i want to breathe into you
breathe life into you
breath you
be you
light up your eyes
and watch them tell stories of all those 9 lives
your journeys across the sky
sitting quietly beside the nile
i see you there
your silence speaking into eternity
you and me
and the one yet to be
a divine trinity
i want to breathe into you
breathe life into you
breathe you
be you
and you could breathe me too
i imagine i am moondust
breathe me
and lets just be
just.
-
8O
-
- HERSTORY -
tell us a story, they gather.
tell us a story, they cheer.
tell us a story
and she ponders
what can i say
tell us a story
but what can i say
what will i say
tell us a story
tell us a story
they want to hear
they want to know
they edge closer desiring a show
a moment
to forget
to fly on the wings of her imagination
to seek better worlds
to rewrite inherited histories with her words
a chance to see themselves anew
to recapture lost hope
tell us a story
tell us a story they plead
she smiles and opens her arms
she holds them close and begins her tale...
...i was taken from me
i too had a once upon a time
and now standing here in my present
i look at the stars
and see my past
having visions of my future
needing it to demystify
i realise that the journey
has long been about finding those shattered pieces of me
bhlakhroze petals scattered in the wind
tears flow freely from this injured soul
quenching the thirst of the forgotten
and now i am pregnant with possibility
there will be a rebirth tonight
the sky bursts into flames
and blessings pour forth
i see angels
am i dead. no
i came to my end and began
fist held high
still marching
i rise in the dust
i emerge shrouded in a BLACKMIST
solidarity in a black fist
i will elevate
i who moves in colour
and speaks in sound
will sit silently on my throne of truth
wisdom will be my guide
i shall invade and conquer fear
i imagine and create eternity
you will hear me
for my dreams have told me
i have found my voice
a thank you to my GOD
heart held in hand
i beckon
listen carefully
i sing your song
i sing a song of pain
i tell a story of love
i serenade the warm breeze
my words will paint this landscape with hope
your lives etched into the very fibre of my existence
you give me to me
and i give you back to you
we will experience ourselves anew
there will be a rebirth tonight
i will see me
and you will see me seeing me
and i will see you
seeing me
see you see me
we bear witness
i will make love an art
and i will love like an artist
dont tell me of your tomorrows
the rebirth will happen tonight
ephatha mntomnyama
be opened
GOD is searching GOD in creation.
...i no longer seek the light
as i remember
I AM THE LIGHT I SEEK.
-
- IN A PLAYROOM -
but where do you get the words
i converse with other worlds
i pull them out of the air
just like a magician the little one cries
yes, angel, like a magician
my inspiration
to speak to the nation
to reach inside
and find your hidden smiles
the sparkle in your eyes
i carry you on my shouders and together we glide
we soar
seeking no less than more
we shake hands with familiar faces in distant lands
and you realise you have been there before
yes, yes i think i know what you mean
the boy in the corner, not trying to be seen
i see my mommy beyond those open doors
a lonely child and it shows
can i come, can i come
the one on my knee
yes, my love
and all you need do
is just to believe
-
Yo Roze, you must have sum kak in yo life to be this creative. Hope alles is OK.
But then if you get too happy, alladem crazy words will dry up.
An we do appreciate dem wordz.
Tuff decision :P
-
yep. that would be me, a diamond in the ruff. shining none the less.
phuck you syn. laff.
-
- THE SOUND OF MY TEARS -
always seconds away from the memory of your touch
im feeling much too much
feeling
much too much
i still taste the tears
after all these years
silent cries falling on long deafened ears
no one hears
swirling in an abyss of broken ideas
an abandoned love
a misguided, gentle dove
circling myself
hush
cold whispers tell me
i crumble willingly
brought to my knees
a lonely heart imagining what it means to be free
hush
they say
but i always two seconds away from the memory of your touch
am feeling much too much
im feeling much too much
always
hush
seconds away
hush
your touch
hush
its too much
hush
seconds away
you're a memory
self contained
inside myself i dig deeply
clawing desperately
for words that may perhaps speak for me
a way to explain
explain
away the pain
i find no comfort
seeking solace from my thoughts.
shelter me
please
-
^^Ya and obviously the kak and strife in Roze's life continues, too bad bout that luv...... frikkin nice poem tho!
Seems to me sum1 needs a hug........
-
- LUKHANYO (the light) -
i am haunted by visions of his patient smile
the memory of which touches my soul like a gentle breeze
walking towards the sun
a return to the essence of his being
i watch him and i know im not the only one
a silent vigil
we are left behind
the remnants of a moment in time
he turns to wave
as he begins his journey to the other side
his final goodbye
a truth i want so badly to deny
all senses fail
the centre disbelieving
you are leaving
u-lukhanyo
ulukhanyo lwalomini ezoth'ize. ngeny'imini. ngalomini.
the light
our light for the days to come
someday
one day.
SHINE.
-
- HAD THEY KNOWN -
those who were there
say
they rose out of the sea
those who were there
say
some fell right out of the sky
thats what those who were there
say
they say
had they read the signs
they would have prayed themselves into another time
they say
had they predicted
they would have resisted
the setting of the sun
they would have been weeping willows
the saddest, saddest song
pleading with eternity
the words wishing the future undone
if they had known what would come
instead they find themselves held captive in the ghost pages of his glory
(HIS)story
where he rests above suspicion
the obvious ommission
in his submission
his rendition
a fabulous tale
of original sin
but where is the account of the victim
had it been foretold
they would have known
its not that its not right
its just that its so wrong
when those with the heaviest load
are the ones forced to move on
they that carry the burden
dismissed as insurgents
aptly named
they shoulder the blame
retribution
you are requested to come home
so urgently
we have on our hands quite the emergency
to deny
is to lie
and who am i
just a spectator
so many years later
to pretend
to defend
to refute
dispute
a legacy of brutes
reload. aim. ready. fire-ing
shooting blanks
one by one they fall
these damn blacks
like dominoes
oh. if only they had known
and i
just a spectator
so many years later
find that it still makes me feel like i cant breathe
my heart cannot believe
and though we refuse to bleed
we are still under siege
had they known
they wouldnt have let them in
to begin
kings and queens
ruling ourselves
our own
alone
had they known
they would have known
they would have said no
so many many years ago.
had they only have known
but now i know
and the seeds of dissent i continue to sow.
-
She sees brain dead people
brains drained by virtue of MTV-process stupidification
necessitating brave confrontations with the mentally sedated
underdone brains reaching for the pacification of expensive brands names
intimidated by high critical thoughts
which require high energy that
can only be taught, to inhibit the onset of stupidity
which is celebrated as the humble social option
the youth craves life at bytesized and synthesized
social conscience gone pa**é
over-entertained brains overheat
boredom intensifies at the lack of book imagination
Lone protestor activists shunned - now see homophobes
seem un-intimidated by neo-conscious trendy- human rights speak
Conspicuously irrelevant in an atmosphere of ma** consumption
Internal self-destruction Chuck D was onto something
Something’s not quite right, winds of change have been stilled
Revolutions world wide have gone bad ingested by
obese populations on one end and making skeletons on the other
Moral acumen ethical perspicuity now in regression
The stagnation of all intellectual eloquence
Asphyxiated by bullshit demonstrations
Picketing your brand loyalty to Peter Stuyvesant
Its your democratic choice to express it
But morally blind to not interrogate the interests which are vested
Democracy becomes the right to chose to be misinformed
Lone prophets must be arise into the modern wilderness
So they can be crucified, then maybe again we can believe in something
8 Mile is the manifesto of the tragically puerile
Political figures and heroes hold no definite
Answers because magnitude of man-made problems is infinite
My political lens seeks to locate the now microscopic Left
Because the political sands have shifted
Yes, Left moves Right and the political sands have shifted
Machine logic defies earth logic illustrate to me the remedy for
Human propensity to be demagogic dropping bombs on our expectations
Upping the anti leaves one tired and contemplating thoughts of drowning
So long as the world is run by those who inhabit no. 10 at Downing
-
Blhackroze that poem about Breathe Into You puts some seriously beautiful images in my head. :oops:
-
- STAY BLACK -
i choose to stay black
i choose to stay black
i - choose - to - stay - black
its bold
its beautiful
its loud
im so proud
i choose to stay black
our strength
embedded deep within the melanin
watch us rise again
intoxicated on the vapours of a civilised confusion
it - is - all - an - illusion
the sound of a thousand lost voices
and this is why my only choice is
i choose to stay black
shooting stars
our signature across the sky of time
no longer tongue tied
all the bullshit aside
where is the justice
when this is not what peace is
i choose to stay black
because its necessary
my people still need me
defending
amending
judgement still pending
in the face of such prosecution/persecution
plea bargaining our very lives.
witnesses to war crimes
we stand in line
we tesify
i choose to stay black
uneasy words
i choose to stay black
uneasy words
i declare
i choose to stay black
uneasy words
thrown out into an all knowing sphere
i choose to stay black
uneasy words
i refuse to take back
i choose to stay black.
-
- BLUE -
just for tonight
the ocean is my friend
coz like tanzanite
shining in the dead of night
we’re both blue
we’re so blue
in the dead of night
shining bright
so blue
unearth me
im tanzanite
just for tonight
im blue
for you.
-
- A WEEPING WILLOW -
your silent dignity
speaks of such a private pain
forever bent
you accept
and start to a**ume the shape of the rain
i move towards you
a shared. shy melancholy
your words in hushed tones
why do you make me feel so
weeping willow
so majestic and lonely
what is your story
i sit there with you
at your feet
listening
an honest moment
and as we pray
a broken queen
i hear you say
comforted
i know exactly what you mean
...and were i a tree
a weeping willow
thats what id be
yes. that would be me.
-
- HERE -
finally all noise quitens down
a heartbeat
my heart beats
i am the drum
my presence is the only sound.
-
- THE SILVER LINING -
patience is a lady
draped in golden finery
dancing with the wind
she is demure. resilient. kind
with eyes that have seen too many fall by the wayside
she shares jasmine-scented secrets with time
she who sits at the table of divine order
is a gla** of rich, full-bodied red wine. flowing.
she is an echo
a shy smile
patience is the child most willing to step in line. stay behind.
she is an insightful read. the words to a song by sade. on a long lazy summers day.
a warm escape. a fireplace. in the middle of my winter
patience is a visionary
she is a slow motion
an open ocean
an all embracing truth
she is the silver lining found within the gentle cry of the flute
patience is the faintest. faintest watercolour blue
patience is me
sitting here
quietly
waiting for you...
-
- BLACKNESS/BARENESS -
in my femininity
i recognise your masculinity
blackness
bent. twisting
merging into me
expression of our intimacy
blackness
solely you i desire
you to me are more
more
more
FIRE
heightened energy
breathing heavily
in the ecstacy
you. me become
WE
blackness
merging into me
heightened energy
breathing heavily
merging into me
breathing heavily
merging into me
WE
manifest
become tangible
hungry for
it tastes like trouble
dripping...
i want more.
-
- CATCH 22 -
so what do i do
when sometimes
when it rings
i catch myself wishing it was you
but you never do
what can a girl do
when thats just you
catch 22.
-
hmmm
errr
yeah.
i get you
-
- GOING NOWHERE. FAST -
reality begins to eat away at the dream
a fantasy coming apart at the seams
and the resounding lullaby sings
run. run. run.
instead i stay nailed to your cross
and i carry the burden
a self proclaimed martyr
for love.
phuck!!!
-
- ROZE QUARTZ -
a precious stone
born in the simplicity of its own tears
quietly beautiful
mysterious but true
chrystal clear
a gentle sparkle
a touch of wounded arrogance
a soft. fragile pink
that speaks
hopeful.
-
- UNBEARABLE -
its an unbearable divide.
a silent line.
standing guard on either side
im here
youre there
where are we?
its an unbearable divide.
-
- YIN/YANG -
i cannot think of a way to tell you
without making you run away
and were you to try tell me
if at all you would
theres no telling i wouldnt do the same
so until the day when we can both
say
stay
this mess becomes the only way.
-
I AM the past regretted
the present reflected
and the future expected
i regret reflecting my expectations!
because i expect the future, i presently look back to the past and regret wat it reflects
i am
-
u rained that day, remeber...
but i was too busy...
and u tried...
u turnd me off...
but i cud stil feel the rain
why...?
-
it was time i went
tho i ,with a sigh
reluctantly nu, it was inevitable
that i go on this pilgrimage
from MY EGYPT where i in captivity slaved for fashion, for fame,bu all futily
to CANAN the land of my mental liberation,to search for my verbal imancipation!
thank god, im free at last!
-
expectations....
.....
....
....
...
disappoinments :(
-
the pleasures u feed me, are like
the treausures, u treat me like
the feathers u feel like...
u dnt ask,u just do what i ask!
u .....
-
- THE JOURNEY OF A LIFETIME -
whispers and murmurs
they say there is a new voice in the world
they say there is a new voice in the world
but like a legend of old
im a story thats already been told
a manifestation of one mother's dream
the embodiment of my fathers seed
i am all that is yet to be
they say there is a new voice in the world
one more
to herald a return to a time before
they say there is a new voice in the world
there is a new voice in the world
a new voice.
knocking
waiting
still to be heard.
-
- A SILENT MOUNTAIN -
i sit at the foot of a silent mountain and weep.
i weep because mine is a defeated soul
somewhere along the way i lost all my rainbows
i weep because when the answers are nowhere in sight
i am left at the mercy of life
i weep because the silence i seek abuses me
i am not safe
cannot escape
the moment bruises me
as the girl i was once was loses me
i sit at the foot of a silent mountain
and weep
staring into a void that denies me
a desire to continue the search
but where are the words
i sit at the foot of a silent mountain
and weep
my truth resonates so deep
i sit at the foot of a silent mountain
and weep
and under her watchful gaze
i sit and think on better days....