Wednesday, 22 February 2017
hustle
The world goes into slumber
as i struggle to for a fortune
age aint as they say a number
And luck has no perfume
A life full of burdens
work struggles and sins
Life ends so sudden
The coffin maker never wins
death whispers to life
As the ocean kisses the shores
creatures fight to stay alive
in the end nothing to show
hang a mirror and light a candle
So we may spread the light
sea waves have no handles
Brace thyself for a fight
moment of silence
#plsucre
Tuesday, 21 February 2017
fare thee well
tomorrows sunset will mark the end
Of a milestone full of familiar trends
am left with a message to send
that ill miss you now till the end
#plsucre
Sunday, 19 February 2017
Miss' Brilliant
Unsung beauty lies on her hair
Brilliance overflows in her brain
Her presence always seem rare
like a down pour of summer rain
Meek and tender lit she sings
And caresses the world with her voice
the joy her smile brings
Lies in her tenacity and choice
As she walks, as she stares/
she melts the sorrows and pain
As she sings she paint the air
And frees the air off its chains
Zone to zone her love spreads
Without fear her heart runs n shines
upon the earth at high speed
and soothes the pain like wine
Innocent sweet and tenacious
Her heart beats in a rhythm
tall leggy and curvaceous
yet her beauty lies in her brain.
...she is brilliant...
#plsucre
Hellen of troy
Tunes
of a loving heart surely scents
The
stinking world with a fragrance God sent
To
heal the blighting wounds and forever rent
Space
in the heart to whom it’s sent
Emotions
sparking blurred sense
Frail
hearts holding emotions so immense
Feeling
the air with near immortal sense
Smiles
n blushes for a love so immense
Rules
kill the already ailing romance
Shun
from them and let blossom once
ALove pure and sweet frankincense
For
the pursuit for happiness never makes sense
You
and you alone I see, every sunrise I go to sleep
Like
ambrosia thy voice tastes, in my lips you stay sweet
And
mellow, always filling my heart with endless emotions
#plsucre
the burial
rest in peace they say
as the casket soaks in soil
yet for ourselves we never pray
leting our paths to spoil
In cars we show up in style
love and good will we claim
history builds in a dirty pile
in hypocrisy we remain the same
weary faces dorn the locals
the visitors in flashy style
all cosmetic and sly vocal
the locals,shovel soil in style
tablet, phone photo selfie
allergic to dirt we shy away
the lasses sit in a bevy
as the dead we love slip away
the burial i'd love aint one
a show of our class ill hate
effort for my sins to atone
only then ill rest in peace
moment of silence
#plsucre
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