Could it be that you were just sleeping?
Could it be that you were at prayer
Well I didn't know I was heaping
Upon you my own despair
Could it be that you were hoping
That I would come rescue you there?
Could it have been that I had not seen you weeping
Into the colours of your hair?
Could it have been the darkness seeping
Through the pores of your skin
Could it have been the night was keeping
Its treasures you had hidden within
Could it be that I lay waiting
Like a poacher for in wait by his snare
Could it be that you came stepping in
And layed all my plans bare
Tuesday, 21 April 2020
Could it be
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Unknown
Oh you don't know where you are going
And you don't know where you've been
And its just like its been snowing
And now the path's unseen
But you must take the first step
Yes you must take the leap
Into the dark of journey unknowing
Quite how it will turn out in the end
Just hold tight to your marbles
Yes hold onto your hat
And you don't know where you've been
And its just like its been snowing
And now the path's unseen
But you must take the first step
Yes you must take the leap
Into the dark of journey unknowing
Quite how it will turn out in the end
Just hold tight to your marbles
Yes hold onto your hat
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Silver moon dust of days
What is an island?
An island is a man
Who has isolated himself
The dogs are out late tonight
The dogs are crying mercy
Mercy on the moon
The moon is crying mercury
In the fluids of its doom
For once the dogs
They ran up there
Once when they were wolves
And the moon is crying for the horses
Locked inside their stalls
What is an island?
An island is a city
Full of archipelagoes of people
It is this cursing
Blackness in the heart
Of the Cathedral
It is the bells which toll
At stake but for the one
Who burns in the immediacy
Like a fire in the sun
Who are the children
When their parents have gone
Trodden into dust
What can be left
Of someone
What remnant is there
What part is left?
What makes us human
What gives us dignity
What of our faculties which are bereft
Deny a person freedom
Where does their personhood begin and end
What is the limit of government
Where is the privacy
Where is the public friend
Who can give us liberty
When nothing comes
And nothing ends
An island is a man
Who has isolated himself
The dogs are out late tonight
The dogs are crying mercy
Mercy on the moon
The moon is crying mercury
In the fluids of its doom
For once the dogs
They ran up there
Once when they were wolves
And the moon is crying for the horses
Locked inside their stalls
What is an island?
An island is a city
Full of archipelagoes of people
It is this cursing
Blackness in the heart
Of the Cathedral
It is the bells which toll
At stake but for the one
Who burns in the immediacy
Like a fire in the sun
Who are the children
When their parents have gone
Trodden into dust
What can be left
Of someone
What remnant is there
What part is left?
What makes us human
What gives us dignity
What of our faculties which are bereft
Deny a person freedom
Where does their personhood begin and end
What is the limit of government
Where is the privacy
Where is the public friend
Who can give us liberty
When nothing comes
And nothing ends
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Disuasion
Whirlpool of damage
Maelstrom of dispair
Throw me to the wolves
Let me be eaten by bears
I come to you with my ashes
And you throw them in my hair
Oh Maelstrom of damage
Whirlpool of wear
Disuade me, disuasion
The whole plagued crew
Have been running the carnival for years
But The red top's turning blue
And all the circus acrobats
On the trapeze of disease
Are swinging back and forth like bats
Like pendulums in trees
Like some Orang Utan
Has been let out its cage
And now its roaming free
Oh disuade, disuasion
Disuade me
Maelstrom of dispair
Throw me to the wolves
Let me be eaten by bears
I come to you with my ashes
And you throw them in my hair
Oh Maelstrom of damage
Whirlpool of wear
Disuade me, disuasion
The whole plagued crew
Have been running the carnival for years
But The red top's turning blue
And all the circus acrobats
On the trapeze of disease
Are swinging back and forth like bats
Like pendulums in trees
Like some Orang Utan
Has been let out its cage
And now its roaming free
Oh disuade, disuasion
Disuade me
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Friday, 17 April 2020
12 years a wave
I am 12 years a wave
12 years a wave
12 years a wave waving at you
You know I 've been a rolling
12 years on an ocean blue
No never breaking
Onto somebody new
I have never crashed,
Never reached my everest peak
Never crest up with the best
Stayed down with the meek
The strong ones they are dying
Waves upon the shore
The tide just pulls them back
But they keep going back for more
But I stay out in the ocean
Avoiding all commotion
noone can bother me
Oh life is swell
There's a current towing me under
In a motion
I'm swallowed up in a Tsunami of regret
Like the earth did shudder
The epicentre of a rudder
We are all gravitating to the self same fate
12 years a wave flowing out on the ocean
Reefs and knots are tying me
To the the rocky bottom
Anchoring all my dreams
With the fishes on the tide
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 16 April 2020
Pave the stones
Well you said that you were with me in the garden
And you said that you would be with me in the end
Well its more than schaden freuden
If I say now farewell my friend
You know that I've always thought you were peculiar
Like an a letter I cannot send
The writings done, the message has hardened
But For me this is the end my friend
We each have our stepping stones to follow
Through the garden of this paradise
You are lucky if they are large enough to land on
And luckier still if you don't fall off them
Over the side
And you said that you would be with me in the end
Well its more than schaden freuden
If I say now farewell my friend
You know that I've always thought you were peculiar
Like an a letter I cannot send
The writings done, the message has hardened
But For me this is the end my friend
We each have our stepping stones to follow
Through the garden of this paradise
You are lucky if they are large enough to land on
And luckier still if you don't fall off them
Over the side
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Giraffes
All through-out the Eden times
The dog's bear their teeth
And laugh
At the pearly flowers
Of the telegraph
And curtail, the male giraffes
Into thinking themselves tall
When all loves like the towers
Have their times to fall
She told me only somethings
But I meant nothing at all
Only words that were bowstrings
On which her arrows were drawn
And passion is just a time that sings
Of a love and life enthrall
we must follow in our hearts
That line when love does call
The dog's bear their teeth
And laugh
At the pearly flowers
Of the telegraph
And curtail, the male giraffes
Into thinking themselves tall
When all loves like the towers
Have their times to fall
She told me only somethings
But I meant nothing at all
Only words that were bowstrings
On which her arrows were drawn
And passion is just a time that sings
Of a love and life enthrall
we must follow in our hearts
That line when love does call
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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