a city cold


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.

DUES


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.

Maher Zain – Number One For Me


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.

a stream of consequence


All I want is to work,

Until at some point I may find,

The opportunity to succeed,

In doing what I do best.

Creativity, that art which flows,

so naturally to me composed,

of all the emotions I have yet,

None of which I do regret.

Only then may I find,

A peace that is everlasting,

For this is what my God would give,

To me a gift of words and magic.

That I would put my trust in Him,

By letting go of all so dearly,

held to me like pride and anger,

Replaced with love sincerely.

Now my task is to convince,

My closest family of my joy,

Music, art, and all the above,

And nothing else.

Letting go of all I thought,

I needed dearly, like karma,

and all the stories that weren’t clearly,

Except music, and the red head piano room.

There I lay sometimes in joy,

Others in sadness when my ploy,

Falls to bits because my friends,

forget the way the story bends.

And twists and turns like fortune,

Oh this poem never ends,

And all this time my purpose is,

To express my inner sentiments.

Trust in God.

Congratulations


And just when I thought all was well,

That fate was sealed, and we’d be free,

A giant burning ball of fire,

Came crashing down on me.

And with it came a little note,

Engulfed in flames, but I could see,

Letters engraved into a sentence:

“You have no control of me!”