A cold breeze

A cold breeze
Blew through
Blew nothing but the truth
Nothing less
Nothing more
A cold breeze
Float in the air
Along side despair
As nightmare
Stare into the eyes of despair
A cold breeze
Came in calm
Came in cold
Walked like a bird
Spoke then took off
In tin air
In came despair
Laced with fear
A cold breeze blew through calm waters
A cold breeze

O love! To whom I love!

O love! To whom I love!
To whom I cherished more
To people that have experienced it
In a fulfilling way
In a more appropriate manner
O love! To those in love!
In love with sun on their faces
With beauty in their eyes
With fortitude
And with determined mind
O love! To those who have not experienced it
Or experienced it to a fuller extent
To those who love ended with hurt and regret
To those who love were a nightmare
O love! To those who love walk out on them
To those who love spoke to but in an incoherent fashion
To those who love is like an ever shinning light
O love! To whom I love!
More and more
By every passing moments
By every summer breeze
And by every winter storms
O love! Love littered life and breed happiness
O love! To whom I love!

O sky! O sky! O sky!

O sky! O sky! O sky!
Cloudy is the sky
Inclement weather
Underneath
Weather hangs like a carrying umbrella
Rain falls excessively
On and on
And so it begun
O sky!  O sky! O sky!
The cloudy weather looms
A deceitful and ravaging storm,
Ravaging on and on
Lightening light up the sky
Camera flash after camera flash
Cloudy is the sky
O sky! O sky! O sky!

Ignite

As I ignite desire
Ignite this fire
Ignite it like I’m hot wiring a car
The feeling of being ignited spoke to me in kind
Spoke to me with words lingering in my mind
As I ignite desire
Ignite became a fire unable to control
Yet unable to let go
As I ignite desire

Up in the air

Up in the air
Storms and darkness were clouds
A wind of hope spoke in thunderous voices
So loud like an earthquake
Up in the air
The air were like a snow storm
Streets littered with trees
Breeze cut through leaves like machete
Up in the air
Storms and darkness blanketed the town
City streets up in despair
Up in the air

These streets

I walk these streets like I’m afraid of bullet
Still I walk but sweating bullet
I walk with a determined will
And determined to shun the advance of evil
The advanced of all that is evil
There I walk with great smile
With the wind of great fortitude
The streets speaks in harshly tone
Voices all too familiar
All too clear to the listening ears of may
Many in the streets grappled with fear
So grappled they slump into despair
I walk these streets like I’m afraid of bullet

A portrait of you

A portrait of you
Dark shade’s
Laced with littered shade’s
The littered shade’s fade away
The darker shades remains
A portrait of you
Both lit and dark
Depicted the very essence of you
The quintessential elements
Like the dark shade’s of summer
And the littered shade’s of winter
A portrait of you
These shades were voices of approval
These shades blanketed elements of you
A portrait of shades of these portraits are portrait that fades
A portrait of you

Impoverished

Impoverished
I’m from an impoverished land
Where people understand what impoverished meant
Where impoverished speak
A language only the impoverished speak
So impoverished that poverty is the norm
Comformity is a form
Impoverished
Living day to day
With nothing to hang onto
No one to look upto
Impoverishness drips like rain
And it hurt when it rains
Being impoverished is like being
Behind bars with no way to get out
Your every moves is monitored
Your views do not count
You are seeing and not heard
Impoverished

Voices

I keep on hearing these voices of hate
These voices charping like birds
I keep on hearing voices of consent
And a little echoes of dissent
I keep on hearing these voices of hate
These voices rain down thousands spears
These voices summoned a dark cloud of hate
These lingering hate is toppling the scale
Is over clouding peace
I keep on hearing these voices of hate

A rose to behold

A rose to behold
A rose with a beautiful soul
So beautiful it glows
A rose to behold
A rose with a purpose
This rose were a beacon of hope
A beacon to behold
A rose with a heart of gold
A laughter of a true queen
A laughter so bright
You could see pain
This beautiful rose
Spoke like a summer breeze
Just breezing through
Just believing is seeing truth
A rose to behold