art and wine
art and wine mix quite fine
like rose and scent, ‘pon thy line,
there your skin, just like mine,
sits quietly among our noses.
art and wine mix quite fine
like rose and scent, ‘pon thy line,
there your skin, just like mine,
sits quietly among our noses.
to beauty is what life we made,
like lyric come, and winter fade,
to whom this diamond we have bade,
but love and lord and all his spade.
by now his glory could have gone,
from here to dawn, but she has stayed,
and now we’re left with all the songs,
and hymns and toms he often played.
Beauty came and never left,
Like steady rain upon the steps,
The staircase to a fair place
where air stays below the temp,
A cold room full of sin,
Where gold blooms in women,
And old fools to swallow all
the foolishness within.
Oh how God is good,
Great, and so clever,
That He would take me on a trip,
From here to november.
On a plane to new york city,
a place I remember,
Full of life, colors and fun,
Soon we’ll be together.
A gullible man to fairy tales,
He ran away and joined the circus,
Thinking he would ever find,
A ways away from space and time.
And when he did to his surprise,
He found an end to his demise,
A locust swarm of hidden lies,
Appeared and ravaged a past once worthless.
I have more positions to take on,
From decisions on safe sex to missions to wastelands,
Regardless, the visions are solid truth.
The art is nonsense all removed,
As Plato said once, Socrates too,
Aristotle and all the men,
Who sought the truth with reason.
Here a pureness to the soul,
Strong as mine and pure as gold,
A bride so young, a name so pretty,
Beauty, pity, a city cold.
Who is this looking at me so ludicrous,
My mind is a jungle and my eyes uterus,
Birth a new vision yall can see truth exist,
Earn a few wishes I can be humorous,
Funny kind of humor but I be serious,
At times I see through hooligans,
Let me tell you dudes what I do to present this,
I write my own but I got dues to the bestest.
I got no time to be wasting with these cowards,
My rhymes will replace you, my mind is my power,
I’m at the top looking way too cold screaming out,
Hiii power, hiii power.
Love making would only be,
A dream for two, me and you,
We’ll wash and bathe in sea of hues,
The shades of passion, reds and blues.
Today my sister showed me this song by Maher Zain, a Muslim-Swedish singer of Lebanese origin. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d like it at first, but I let it play on and it grew on me. Nice work Maher.