Once

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go?

Another language

My Emotions seem to be speaking a language that my heart understands
I've never known it experimentally nor ever held it in my hands In some ways it's nonexistence a vision without a plan
no way to clearly define it or to exchange, to give real command
There is ambiguous agreement sometimes it comes and goes
people agree this is the dilemma but do we really know..! 
Who can define emotion or explain something that is unsure..! 
we all can speculate and guess but no one knows for sure
Yet we see the challenge and say they are in need
Yet we don't ban together do we need consistency..! 
There is a message in the picture I see but maybe it needs more confirmation for that thing to be
More votes, more clarification 
More stats, more news
More concern..! 
Maybe it's the timing
Something we have yet to learn 

Things do not change; we change.

The world was born into peace one day
When the birds sang at dawn and children would play
A day when all humans were safe
A day when all people lived in peace
A time when it didn't matter whether you were from Egypt, Greeks or from US

where I no longer live

In a dream
I met you again
And wished so deeply 
I could get to know you
But
There was a gleam in our life, a look
a glance 
a stare
that said to me we'd met before.
And then what joy (a surplus passion) wonderment and thanks
A smile to last forever
That bled into a dream on waking, Leaving a curious sigh.
For I had remembered my favorite childhood toys were lost
Grown over
In a dusty back-room.
In a house where I no longer live by my soul.

Freedom

As Fortune comes and Fortunes goes
Each peoples has their share of woes
And Lives miss most what Half-Life's knows
That freedom is as freedom does

Freedom

Are we humans Or is it just me ... Is it just so hard to live in peace and harmony
Where have all of our feelings gone they can’t just disappear
Something definitely put them to a halt and that “something” is my biggest fear 
Why can’t peace and beauty  Just flourish everywhere like before ..!
Why do we have to hurt everyone around us ..!
Why do we have to make people feel so sore !
Is pain so satisfying.. Or is it just an act.!
Pain is not the answer to our questions And that is not a confusing fact 
Does killing, fighting, and destroying work Or is it just a tease 
Do people do them for a purpose ,! Or is it for them to please
Pleasing themselves is all they want, Control and power is what they need
We can’t stop them once it’s too late, But all we really need is a strong lead 
Peace we shall have
Harmony and beauty we must get by just helping people adjacent to us 
What a marvelous background we can set .. We don’t know what we want 
Surly guilty is not what we want to be .. We want to live a peaceful life
And this peace and harmony shall set us free.
Once a great writer said .. 
"We can't separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom"
i completely agree with him.

without a sound

Death will come like a sweet white rose
or a gift with wrappings that will slowly enclose me and ribbons to strangle and bows
Death will come with thorns to pierce my black heart
take a peek before flames enfold me and I depart
I have always equated annihilation with crashing through dead walls and wanting to stay
But death will come while I still waiting am hating the silence
and fate will take me calmly away without a sound without anybody around.

My Curse

The advantage of having a bad memory is that you can enjoy 
the same good tenderness for the first time several times.
But
The disadvantages of having a good memory is that you can curse the same bad tenderness for the first time several times.
Yes a savage tenderness lies between the bondage of the heart and the heart’s cruel longing ... for release
we play with it like children play with fire and between our wisdom and desire ... we burn
we sow the seeds that flame with crimson and hold on to that savage tenderness ... 
we know..

Innerself ..!

Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one's own inner self.

Who.. i .. am ,,,!

 I meant to find her when I came;
Death had the same design;
But the success was his, it seems,
And the discomfit mine.
I meant to tell her how I longed
For just this single time;
But Death had told her so the first,
And she had hearkened him.
i meant to forget
But i only forget how to remember who.. i .. am

My star

Before you can run you must first learn to walk
There is a footpath if you look for it and it’s always there. 
When it seems that the world is against you and all roads lead to despair.
when ever you’re upset just don't sit there and sulk
when you don’t think that you will ever find true love
just don't give up hope and look up above
when you look into the sky and see that one shiny star
it always makes you feel better knowing you can escape from afar
because when you think that no one notices you or never really cared
that’s just another way of saying I give up and running away scared
so when all is said and done and your still starring at that star
you know .... true love is out there you and me just sometimes we never know with who and never know how far it is.

disappointed people

Many people are disappointed each day. 
Something is always happening, people and life changing. 
Most, set them selves up for disappointment. 
Promises and friendships broken or damaged-beyond repair. 
All the pain. 
The feeling of being let down. 
The constant feeling of not being wanted. 
..But we live on, and we must open our eyes, 
To the beauty that truly lies, embedded deep, 
Like a shining sapphire within the deepest lake, 
We live on through the times of trouble, 
For that is all that we can do, 
If you look into the eyes of the people, 
Perhaps your heart will warm with a shivering sensation, 
I can tell you that this is love, pure, simple, 
And that's what keeps us going. 

Anger

Blank stares .. Hearts beware
Emotions are shared .. Pain that we wear
How long can we stand
How strong can we get the sand in my hand
is much heavier when wet
Sharp words .. Mouth of lords
A dagger and a sword
A lifetime of discord
How far can we go
How clear can we see
the clouds of doubt grow
it drowns us to the sea
Forgotten smiles, Bettered hello… A mirror of lies reflect all but glow
How deaf can we be
How numb can one be
Neath shadows of a tree
We choose not to see

Be hidden

Beneath every smile is a pierced heart, 
there is no blood, but bleeding pain
The only ones happy are frowning, 
There is no armor for emotional blows
All see nothing but the surface, 
fooled so easily, 
Does anyone know the truth? 
Is everyone hurting like me? 
The beautiful hide behind their looks, 
The cunning behind their wit, 
The shy behind their books, 
But where do the average go, what do they do. 
Do they sit and cry, or laugh and play.
They feel the same, but won't give it a name.
you knew..
Until I can run into your arms with no regrets
Until I can finally kiss your lips
Until there is a time for you to be mine
As the time passes I wait, and try to hold on for just one more day
But then too much time passes by, the sand in the hourglass is all dry
I will forever..... be hidden 

My soul

If my soul was never stolen, 
Then why does commitment seem
Like a complete error? 
If my soul was never stolen, 
Then why do I feel nothing
But panic? 
Day by night, 
And sorrow becomes dread, 
For not over are things, 
But more broken then ever.
If my soul was never stolen, 
Then whose eyes am I looking into? 
For they were clear once, 
But today they're just painful
Wince with a glance, 
Cringe with a glance, 
Because so be the rest of my life.
Neither depressive nor bipolar, 
Then the words do nothing but heal.
I thought today would be just fine, 
But apparently commitment
Is such an effort. 

We will wake again

As compulsive as we once were
We will always find ourselves one step ahead;
Waiting with our eyes closed, Letting are senses guide us, While our emotions lie to us.
This time we’re not afraid to stand alone, Above all that we've ever known.
We will stand above our dreams, And all the things that live by night.
As we continue to walk through life, The ghosts watch us pass them by.
Never will these memories be forgotten,
For without them where would we find ourselves?
A million miles away and still running?
Everyday we sit here, But still we seem to fade away,
And realize how replaceable we've become.
Because tonight gravity will feel just a little heavier, The world will become just a little darker.
But we’re running now, We’re leaving now, And still we’re left behind.
Lying on the ground that we've spent so many days;
The domain we loved, lived and rose above.
For the lights are blinding, These contracts binding, This nighttime forgiving,
But again we realize the world has forgotten us And left us on this cloudy trail.
Through all the memories We will wake again
And remember how replaceable we really are. 

broken tides

To see our eyes again, 
Is to leave ourselves behind, 
Like everyday since the beginning of salvation, 
For everything started one day, 
And today on this day, 
Satisfaction begins to slip, 
Slower and slower, 
Into a point of absolute return.
For the week is only so long, 
So lets mend these broken tides, 
For the night is only so long, 
So let us mend these broken tides.
to.. find ourselves.

The thing, Which i never think.

I think, Many things, 
But happens nothing.
And the thing, Which i never think.
Keeps on happening
Dears, this life is good but also bad; 
Sometime we are happy and sometimes sad.
Sometime we feel sore; and other-time bore.
There are many creatures; In the nature.
some are born to live a good life; and some are born to make other's life a good life.
There are animals and birds; some roar and some speak words.
Some are domestic and some are wild; whatever, they will also die or get killed.
Rich are born to live well; and the poor are born to live a life of hell.
Once a time is gone, we miss.. O.. Alas, What a life isn't this? 
Sometime we are happy and Other time we are sad; sometimes good and sometime bad.
Even sometime we are kid; And other-time dad.
In this life we can do many things, You can say anything,
So live life in the way anybody haven't lived yet, 
And do not waste this life as it is a precious gift
I think, Many things, 
But happens nothing.
And the thing, Which i never think.
Keeps on happening
But.. to be me you have to be me.

Disappointing

In my youth, my wings were strong and tireless
I could travel far and wide
I was uncontrollable and limitless
I ran with gazelles
I hung with monkeys from trees
I slept with wolfs
I lived every moment to its fullest
Nothing held me back
I had no timetable, no set schedule
I did whatever perked my interest
Rules were broken, laws were put to shame
The world was a puppet and I its puppeteer
My wings strong and tireless
But now I am old.. awake up it's 42 years old,
I am caged in, ensnared, fixed to the system
I cannot travel past my set boundaries
I diligently follow law and order
Things must be done and planned accordingly 
The world is a cold, unforgiving place and
I am just a pawn
I live in fear of failing, of disappointing
I pray that every moment might be my last
I long for a world that once was
When in my youth, my wings were strong and tireless 

Mind Peace

The heart seeks, yet never finds.
The lust for silver and gold rests in our minds.
Our sight is shadowed by material gains; 
And the result of our toils are bodily pains.
Man, they say, must strive and flood his wives with seed.
The woman, they say, must assist and have several mouths to feed.
The rich wears quality kente, fresh from the loom; 
And the poor wears withering garments, awaiting their doom.
But he who flows with the rhythms of Mother Nature, 
Becomes one with Father Time, making him a perfect creature.
He acquires a pure mind, as white as soft snow, 
And a heart set ablaze not by fire but a warm, humble glow.
The heart and mind are now at peace, 
And the body, thrust in a world where all pains cease.