Monday, March 8, 2010

I am Child to the Moon

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

Liberated by chained souls

Souls lost in life’s mishaps

My people taught never to hide

Reconcile thy consciousness

Life’s mysteries and wife’s histories

Wife’s mysteries and Life’s histories

I strip open wounds of a forgotten past

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

With wounds so deep, the oozing puss

As fluid and solid as my dreams

As dark and painful as my thoughts,

Thoughts of a life imagined, imagined by hearts

Wrecked hearts, leaving remnants of such

Imaginations, So ravished and wrecked,

The hearts can only pump false blood

To the ever scornful winds of the devils deeds

One wonders such an alien blood

For it is such blood exposing my people

To the truths so disturbing, a lie comforting true minds

That I can truly concede equal possession

Of my land, my people, my life

To the foreign parasites

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

I stand in full dominion

Over this confused land, hands ready to capture

Life’s torments and riddles,

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

I stand in full gear

Over this trampled heart, words ready to rapture

Life’s moments and titles

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

I stand ready to give birth

Over this troubled galaxy of beings, getting ready to nurture

Life’s movements and riffles

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Rivers of Sorrow

To realize, to love, to feel

The joy as never felt before

Inexplicable commotions

Inside lost feelings expressed as

Rivers through passionate

Sayings of forbidden feelings

Worlds unleashed as streams

Intently do the rivers flow

Freeing every soul and spirit

Gushing down our cheeks and heavy-burden faces

We wipe yesterday’s sorrows away

Rivers of sorrow run down

Take every pain and ache away


Washing down sweet and bitter moments

Expressing deep and intense emotions

Unlocking hearts to other worlds

Breaking silence through serenity

Leaving marks of healed pasts


Running from very first breaths

Expressing unmentioned feelings

Worlds apart brought together as one

Rivers of sorrow run down

Take every pain and ache away

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Beyond Colour

Deep within the midst of sorrow

skinned with thick clouds of passion

in this dark place called self

Consciousness esteemed within walls of pride

black hearts fruiting bright souls

Lust of the red hills, beyond has but become

Seeds planted yet grow yonder


when we were still black we danced

contours have controlled our longings

move, and move- for that’s all we could do

for deep within the midst of our skins,

we remained

suspended in transitions of dimensional discrepancies

we remained

our skins aggressively ripped off from our constantly terrorized bodies

we remained

our passions exposed and paralleled to be less than those of monkeys

we remained

confusion, lack of direction, strong yet senseless

for the new elite had come


ravished by our sense of awareness, yet very much aware

Today we remain, who can contend the cruelty of another’s thoughts

God help us, for we have lost ourselves in search of others

Necessity became null, to a man’s heart, pride still rules

but its all that remains, beyond that, new worlds arise

red hills spoke a language unknown

to those who understood, it was honey to the ears

for beyond red hills, beyond prideful gestures

beyond self, beyond doubt, beyond conscious hearts

lies a very strong world, to take over this world


For at the end color gave history incomprehensible to man

and man found his feet through comprehending history

crossing the distinct boundaries laid by our forefathers

we lie freely side by side in green summer grasses,

gazing through the clear skies, our minds marching in agreements

with judgment postponed, knowing that hope lies ahead,

we are ready to face our fears

In-Scribe

Greetings fellow beings.

I do believe this is my first blog. One of many more to come.

It's real simple. I write. You read. You write. I read. It's as simple as that.

About what though?

Mostly Poetry....and this and that!

We're good?...right, now buckle up.

Let's do this.