Here I Am

I AM GLAD The glorious road I have to take Is the shameful path I have to forsake From null, through nineteen and the rest of my life God has built a bridge with my problems underneath Sorrow has ceased lurking at my window For my names are bliss and paradise

THEY:  "Yo! is this you? Why the mood swing?" ME:  "I have much stronger feelings           Together, it is an ocean           I write but I lose my words to my lips           I love but I give to hatred, gifts           I'm sole, all alone           I see the feeling walk alone           No one cares           Lest, they drown with me in hurt           I am a cup filled with...cider?           I don't even know what to say           The day should bear witness to my heart's pain           hmmm...mhhh...

I This world is full of disgrace Where is God? Where is the grace? We long to succeed, but into bliss, we've set no pace Which of us are humans? Those who are bound to make mistakes? Or those who are to be conscious of their spirits? Should our mistakes be masters? Should we take up the mantle as leaders? We must take dominion Over our bodies, our souls and spirits Over those animals that try to bite us Over those buildings we created II Green, green, green Leaves and grasses, green Blue, blue, blue Sky and sea, blue White, white, white Clouds and doves, white All but same  Fun but game Life, life, life Beauty, beauty, beauty

SHE LEAVES WITHOUT A REASON... "Why are you leaving?" "Where are you going to, my love?"... Venus arrayed in furs and diamonds, I gaze Drunk with a cup of excitement, she comes Every gentle footstep of hers draws a grin on my face "Yet I smell no citronella today", I thought, "she looks rum" As little raindrops do, her few words weather my heart She sounds so ardent and extremely, fiery words erupt As tears overflow, I drown in a sea of grief And her eyes look further forward as she leaves She leaves without a reason She is reluctant to reconnect the tool which is riven As though a horse that raced, she gallops her way to live her dream Nevertheless, my dream shall be a night filled with stars that grieve Queen bee, how good were your honeyed kisses to my cup of tea That fabricated much attraction to you? And how enticing were your voice and lyrics Compared to a seductive physique? Bathed in a pool of regret I wish all g...

I BELIEVE I am very small But greater lives in me A seed yet growing  Nursed with a strong belief I crawled out of a strange land And here on this land, I rest my feet I seek who I am But the fight for control rest between fear and I  Who is stronger; My strength or my plight? I embark my feet on a journey so tough I journey through thorns Steadily, I continue in toe shoes So I can dance through Yet, my pain roars to instruct; The sores at my feet The end before my eyes is blurry Nonetheless, my heart joyfully sees it but clearly My mind visualizes a change For that I see, I love dearly A forest I find in me; One from many but a garden Now, I am relieved; The treasure I long for, I find in me I believe in no emptiness; Where I don't seek nothing, where nothing smiles not I believe in the crystal that tells my fortune  I believe in the nightmares I ride on I believe in the love I fight for I believe i...

THE WAY TO MY HEART The way to my heart is LOVE Of its coverings are stars Bright and shiny, but thickened by darts Only for the wicked ones It seeks no majestic stand nor walk The carpet laid is pleased neither by crowns nor castles Nor princes nor jewels But he who knows the secret to its beauty See the moon living in harmony with the stars A beautiful golden picture, a billion carats The rays of the sun, a variety of crystalline minerals The winds flatter my heart A roar from the sea, a lovely song sang If I am alone, it renders riches to my heart And if I feel at home, my eyes wink to thank Trees! Oh such beautiful leaves! Waves reciprocated with the sea Oh such way, oh love made! Love is the way to my heart A fruit from the trees The breeze from the sands or the seas Love is simply the truth about nature Love is the way to my heart

THE ROAD TO SUCCESS In life, many people make several mistakes Especially, when they "miss" taking, other than "risk" taking, opportunities to become great Note that, every seed sown in bliss is watered by faith Yet, disbelief and less hope regarding us are born and bred by our own fate Unfortunately, eventual misunderstanding of life's instance Readily leaves the mind absolutely in stance Thus, accompanied by success and you creating a vast distance between This is what you should take up when this is realized; Don't keep waiting till the day is bright Rather, create a brighter day for yourselves with the desire to make things right Find in yourselves an "I" And start developing it in delight

THE WORST I AM I am a fool Because I refused to reason And with my pretty good excuses I give reasons LORD Forgive me For I am the twin of filthiness in the heart And bitterness in the eye I am so, so ashamed

THE SONG OF MY SOUL As white as snow  Closely behind the Winter's plates I follow The river's songs silently flow In my heart; a body of gold O mother Nature, breastfeed me with beauty! Flood the mouth of my soul, yet refreshing Let my defense be a nemesis Show me the revelation of my genesis Change my time for good Great would explain my days soon Life to touch requires no effort Yet, death to touch requires much effort

MY DAY On this day, my pen writes; The night is in its infancy And my words never grow gray The latter is not the latest, and so is the former But farther, wider and deeper My eyes steal through to befall things that are ghostlier than my inner being It is by the world's nature I am flattered Yet its tides barely carry away And I am greatly frightened by the roar of the waters My days are countless, and I make less counts And my soul is at peace with war Rest! My inner being rests On my heart it lies But if the man in black steals my soul Where would I be?

THE WICKED Thundering souls and atrocious hearts Blood feeding mouths and scavengers of hearts King white-or-clean-I-do-not-know Why abuse the rights of the humans left in our hearts before their eyes? Why build your hell from our paradise? Pun of heated heartfelt wickedness A situation from its origin, a thief of souls Treasures yet to be stolen, and pleasures of the innocent they withhold When shall your hearts swing on grace? And should peace be made, sustained or maintained?

WHAT LIFE HAD FOR ME My eyes ride on the beauty of this life Where every thing is made wise For my desire is for bright ideas To show wider but proudly The incandescence of my mind As the rays from the sun Here, promises bear crowns and thrones They rule ambitions and dreams And every condition created Is the present, set for a run into the future Also, a backward violent strife to cause the demise of the past This was the BEGINNING Where every single thing was an eery surprise But beautiful to my blind sight All these were those I saw Yet, no glassy fear stood before my heart to examine its looks One life, one game Was this life Yet, for two it took to live and play Just as the songs of grey In the END I realised these were but a surprise They were a gentle disguise My heart was soaked in a fountain of loss Because this life was the stealth of my faith and my heart Life took my sight of the beautiful truth There in deception, I lay

YE BRETHREN! Ye brethren! Cling not thy fist before evil Subvert not the smiles of the people Fasten the hearts of nations The children, the young, and the aged Find in thy heart The fruit of love to feed the lonely Provide to them, a gift from heaven Cover them in fine robes and clothing But unveil to thy heart, their feelings Let not this bare land be drunk in blood For it yieldeth no grey tree in bloody soil A sign of no prudence, no wisdom, no counsel But bloody trees Lighten the path of the blind Embrace both the wild and the mild Wipe the tears of they that mourn Refresh their hearts with songs of the beautiful morn Ye brethren! Fear not, stand firm! Stand firm, stand firm ye brethren! For a stormy wind cometh before thee Trace thy stands from the roots of the mightiest tree Stand firm, stand firm! Erode the fears of the little Pay less heed to the roars of a pistol Be thou, the voice of the mute Be thou, the ey...

THE STRENGTH OF A WOMAN These are the strengths revealed to me; The strength of a woman is feebleness The strength of ‘that' tree is fruitfulness The strength of evil is wickedness And the strength of the world is meaningless The strength of the heart is love Love within and love written above The strength of a king is happiness But the strength of a tear is bitterness The strength of the innocent is liberty And the strength of the ‘people' is unity The strength of nature is endowed with beauty The mind's will bears wisdom as its strength To rule mightily an empire, a state or a broad length The strength of a servant is humility Yet, the strength of an enemy is envy

THE EVE OF THE YEAR There is a rise of a new dawn A cry with a broad smile The dawn that lies between the eyes of nature Whereas my thoughts flow through my cells As my words are imprisoned in my brain Dark patches fall into my eyes Yet, I see clearly as the glassy sea surface The former has carried away my fears From my cloudy sight Flooded from the rains as tears under my eyes And the latter yields the fruits of my vine May GOD pour out my cup of tea Set my table without my enemies flee And set the sun on my table for me

DO THE HEART'S WILL The world bears the pace And it has began the race Bu I know not the type of mirror it would face; Success' or Failure's Do for the LORD as your heart speaks, rightly Not the mind Cos the heart has a probability of one or zero Yet, the mind is deceitful Do you know... That the mind thinks twice? The heart is not as dual as the mind It speaks out loud, clearly but once

FREEDOM Freedom is the key to captivity The ability to lose wisdom or gain insanity The pen is mightier than the sword So the use of a sword shows no creativity In the mind's own dictionary Freedom explains vocabulary without vanity That is as black as ebony, and a flash eyed eternity A man seeks freedom from his own mind He speaks strongly of his might Yet, he rests as a slave to his mind His brain is bonded in chains Restricting his intents to the clean bondage he resides But from the weathered ages, he retires Why are these people as blind a 'I'? It is hard to believe, but easy to see Freedom is what my heart speaks to seek But, it is on my knees I make the plea

CRAWLING OUT SLOWLY I stretched forth my hand toward my forehead "Whence my sight befall the extreme As my feet landed on waters?" Frozen as I floated The waters heated my feet Till I stole through sticky trees A wanderer as I am I held closely my sight As nature was compelled to pull me back In spite of the mutual defense I required Until my watch struck right There was nothing left for my heart to tell For its stories remained hidden For this my lone heart became coy Onward, the ground felt my foot By that step I took As winds blew vehemently and acrimoniously Through the deserts, arid rains and feathery winds As the bank of the Jordan Dry was my coy heart Behold, my sight was that I freed It came out of a prison's depth So it bore the light of the heights As it stilled the shadows And closely, I pushed them aside Suddenly, a flower rose a fruit With edges as the Mississipi's Driven out of sight, I halted to listen to its words ...

THE WORLD IS VANITY The strength of a man is as seven days He is so weak on his stands The world provides not a stage to mount Only for the tip of the iceberg to make a count A man can be wise in his ways But his thoughts can not be as the great king Solomon's It is in his fate that love is not an active race Rather, a passive pace for survival What differentiates the dead from the living When they both rest in darkness? So as I sought privacy I conceded privately The wise is foolish in his own ways Whereas the fool is wise in his own ways The world is vanity And so is he word One would rest till eternity in death's cold hands No matter the game one plays Or the card he displays The game would surely have an end Even the sun rises to set