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[U][B]Love Lost, Life Gained[/B][/U] Heart broken - My love for you: shunned away. Countless, endless nights gone without any sleep. My mind so young was blinded by your eyes. Days have gone by, wondering my sad life And I think about the time that we shared - From the moment I had asked for your name, To the first time our lips tasted loves bliss. Our souls once intertwined, now disappeared. Blank now is our sight lines for each other: Hollow feelings - except our memories. Time continues on, my age now older. Life moves on - I wonder where I went wrong. My emotions stay young, though now I'm wise. Long gone the naive heart I once possessed. That love was then lost, but my life has gained. ---------------------------------------------- [U][B]Him[/B][/U] Him - who created and destroyed so many. Him - who helped and give hope to so many. Him - who is used as an excuse for so many. Him, will you save us now, from those that label their actions in your name. Him, will you work side by side, with those that detest and try to disprove your name. Him, will you reveal yourself, as truth unveiled or stay hidden with the force behind your name. Him who might be a Her - Whatever It may be: Are you still protecting us? Or have you now gone? ----------------------- [B][U]Message for a Crying Mother[/U][/B] My rage ever sensational, with her pain never so subtle. The suitcase packed and ready. The music growing louder - Lupe Fiasco shuffled in now, track 13: [I]“The ink of the scholar is worth a thousand times more - than the blood of the martyr!”[/I] I ponder those words. . . Birds are outside chirpin' I now start to wonder - they fly off into the horizon. My frustration takes a break. Without my clothes, except for those on my rear hind; I leave behind, A message: To my mother whose beauty hasn't aged a year. My story won't be another King Lear - so flee from your fears, and shed your tears. Your son does not leave to fight, nor does he depart out of fright. May his life acquire a plan, that your love has given demand - with your hope as his command. [I]Your boy is now a man.[/I] ---------------------- [U][B]A Holiday Deferred[/B][/U] “What is Valentine’s Day?” - Is it commercialism at its’ finest? Where, some people can brag about how much they’re loved. - Is it a day for love maybe? But what type of love? [I]Love at first sight?[/I] For those whose futures seem so bright That might dim out sometime in their life. [I]Or love that needs to be justified on this day?[/I] Where, the other 364 days could now follow But might help spark a light in their life. - Maybe it is a reminder of our sorrow? On this [I]holiday[/I]: Where every passing chocolate and rose Accompanied by a hug and a kiss - Reinforces the pain, For those that are Truly alone ------------ [U][B]Spotlight[/B][/U] The sun’s light pierces the dark fog. My name creates murmurs in the dark fog. My looks draw stares from eerie eyes in the dark fog. All my actions are judged, I’m not even allowed to sweat. The pressure is overwhelming I step out into the darkness. I make myself look ugly. That way, when I make a mistake - The world will just ignore me. But if I want to be back in - I just make myself look good again, And step back into the spotlight Only to have the world ask me: [I]“Where have you been?”[/I] “Was away,” I said. [I]“Stand up straight.”[/I] My posture stood tall for the world, But my eyes betrayed my feelings. For the light I stand in – Shows all – for those in the dark fog. ----------------------------------- [U][B]Know This[/B][/U] You may have questions that you want to know And I might have answers for your knowing. I know you would like to know, But know this - You either know or you don’t know And knowing the unknown is good - Because knowing is a great way to learn. However, it is better to know nothing Than to know anything, That may be something we might not want to know. So, what is it that you want to know? That, by chance, I might know. But what if I don’t know? Knowing this, what will you do then? Will you find it out yourself, so you can know? Or will you disregard the question, because no one knows. The knowledge of that, is then lost. Now knowing what is to be known – is now unknown. What then will we know? ------------------------ [U][B]On the Road[/B][/U] On the road We travel relentlessly, With our destination, that is uncertain. Fugitives to our home – Our hearts pushes the pedal Yet our minds, will hit the break. We’re wandering rebels: Without any goals to follow, Yet we happen to find ourselves – On the road. ------------- [U][B]The Cold[/B][/U] Sick to my stomach, Pounding in my head, Sniffling and coughing - I lay shivering in my bed. Quivering, I stare off into the night Wondering if I am now dead Tomorrow will come anew With hope of warmth For my body from that Of what was spread. I awake with a sneeze; I swear under my breath - The pain has not subsided, Rather, has gotten worse, than what was said: It will be over with a good night's rest. A week has now gone by - “Why have I, not gotten better?” I say, with much dismay. My head felt like a brick I'm sick of being sick Like my blood being sucked by a tick - I burn off this sickness, With only my thoughts. “No more,” I said; Just like that - I felt numbness To replace the pain that caused my madness. My eyes are awake now for I see I was never in bed Nor sick - which I felt in me. I look around me; Now understanding, it was all in my mind For I did feel sick: mentally; I stared at the paper That examined my health - It read three months Till that one, cold day - The day that I will never feel sick again. My heart ached then With tears flowing Growing, was the pain I felt Knowing the cold I will feel A cold, so surreal... ------------------- [U][B]Together[/B][/U] I’m chained to your greed. Alone I cry out, Tortured and beaten I receive - For all that I plea! I explain to you that I’m not insane, But my yells all fall in vain... Now, no longer chained all alone My brethren beside me let me now know - No longer is it just “Me” But rather, I am apart of “We” Together we stand tall, Then do we break free! The world now belongs to us! There is so much to see! But what will become of us? What shall we be? ------------------ [U][B]Holocaust[/B][/U] The fumes from the factory Blackened the already dark sky - We walked in a cramped crowd, Toward our impending doom, we continued. Most prayed, most cried - I was just a boy. Amongst my people to suffer the same fate Hot, Salty tears streamed off my bony face My visible rib cage, cringed to the sounds That came from the Factory. “What did I do to deserve this?” I was just a boy. I went to school and played like “them” But it was how I prayed that brought me here. We prayed to the same God, But we differed from “their” Savior. I could see the one star visible through the smoggy air; I looked at the star tattooed on my innocent body. It made me strong, walking into the factory. Despite my frail body I stood tall amongst my people - I was just a boy. But, what I was being persecuted for Made me strong - It made all of us strong. I didn’t cry anymore when the doors of genocide closed on us - I was just a boy. Who, with the help of a star – Stayed strong -------------- [B][U]Beauty in My Sleep[/U][/B] May I paint your picture? The girl of my dreams - Whom I speak of without prose, I wish to draw your exquisite slender body Trace exact measures from Your enchanting eyes To your luscious, red lips Your sense of wit, Outstands any sublime mind. Brushstroke, I will – The long, flowing brown hair You contain, that matches your Enchanting, hazelnut eyes. Oh, I cannot forget The cute, subtle nose. Your intellect surpasses your beauty Your beauty is beyond perfection That even the Gods would envy No paint can pay tribute To vibrant color you possess No sheen can portray The radiance you express Oh tell me what is your name? The girl of my dreams - That I may paint your picture Or more so, “Can I paint your picture?” For my canvas is blank Because I don’t know how to paint Perfection – That never existed For you are only, The girl of my dreams.
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