The devil's Food

Today i wrote over a hundred random words in less than fifteen minutes.
They were as varied as imagined.
How thoughts and dreams jump and juggle,
Without form or pattern.

Constantly there is a battle within;
And the line is never fixed.
The hardest place to identify is the center,
Am almost convinced that there is none.

After a along silence we talked again today,
Yet i must confess you have not repented.
Do you know that though sweet to the tongue,
Yet bitter to the gullet is the devil's food

It burns all the intestines,
pouring them out through the very throat.
How do i know you ask?
Cause i have been a guest at his table one too many times.

I have taken the three, seven course meal he serves.
The aroma that tantalizes and beckons the fool.
The sight the draws the nitwit.
The taste that deceives and ensnares.

I know the end is death,
I have puked blood,
The stench of the putrid anus.
The pain of loss and destruction

Made to last

Am surprised at you my friend, shocked that you will choose this route.
Don't you see that you were made to last?

Sin (Disobedience to God) brought death; yes very true.
One day we all will drink of the cup called death.
That is not the end cause we are made to last.

Our days are numbered, timed and recorded.
And for each one we must give account.
The finite determines the infinite destination.
The temporal decides the eternal.

We were not born just to die.
We are born to live, die then live forever.
Death is just the one sleep that transits to another realm
We are made to last

Am not going to ask you stay,
But why rush to where you will finally go?
Why shorten your days, running to the door before your day?
Dear one you are made to last.

Eternal damnation awaits anyone who shortens his days
No reprieve for those who despises the new days apportioned to them.
No pain here anyways can compare with the eternal agonies
Beloved you are made to last.

All that it TAKES!!!

It is really unraveling to find that your heart is broken.
It can be the death of you, hence the birth of another.
A complete stranger who you do not know takes the place of the you.
You have always known.

Needless to say, my heart has been broken once too many times.
The me that resulted from the heart attack is a stranger.
One i wish i had never known.
But can never loose.

One born of anger, and fulfillment.
One full of resentment, for broken promises.
And dreams that disappeared as smoke on the morn.
This one can never love again.

This heart is seared, with steel.
It will take more than sweet words and romance to break through.
Go home child, there is no joy and laughter here.
Fly away to another land where the plunderer has not looted
Or removed the good to sunshine

Son, go on its for your own good
A man came by here once
I gave him all i had
He took it all away, left emptiness in its wake

Brother you think what you see now is worth staking destiny on
Surprise me, cause you didn't see this house in its former glory.
I am inertia; i have lost all sense of feeling.
Take my advice; journey on home is still ahead

Love ?? you love me?
What is Love?
A broken spirit, shrouded in misery.
An angry mob; irate without reason.

Will you buy this wilderness, parched and dry.
It will take more than a miracle for this land to bloom again.
More than the bag full of tricks, words and acts that you bear.
It will take a tsunami, your wind can only cause the dust to flicker.


Do you have ALL that it takes???

Free to Fly

Once in a while the pang so strong engulfs the one who lives
Truth be told, your really will begin to cry without tears;
Loneliness an ache that burns within.
Who will comfort who will pacify.

Have you ever wondered the feel of the wind beneath your wings?
Have ever hungered for the flowing stream around your feet?
Am thinking it takes a long while for it to settle in.
The sun will burn like the desert sand.
The sea roars in turbulent waves.

O peace so pure and so divine where do i go for comfort and assurance.
When insurance fails and no one can see.
Loss so vast you just want to cry.
The motor vehicle with a busted radiator.

No consolation no shoulder to lean on.
The desert heat on my bald head.
Dreams in my heart.
I take flight on the sight of an oasis.

Welcome Home

Because We Believe

Yes it very true that we don't send anymore.
Can you blame the child that refuses to dance on an empty stomach?

Really i won't ask for a cap for a man with out a head on which the cap can sit.
But look around that is what we are asking.
The ridiculous; absolutely impossible!!!
Well i am saying let us get the head before we mold the crown.
I am demanding that we build a right foundation before we roof the castle.

Simply put the horse before the cart!!
Strange things happen every day
Yet they do not arouse our amazement nor make us sign in dismay!!..
The strange has become the very things we take for granted.
Am surprised the way the terrors and the terrible have become common place.
Taken for granted by neighbours, ignored by leaders

Well i really wont point a finger cause we all know to whom the rest will point!!
So i sit here considering without judging.
Maybe some day we will see clearly and the fog will dissolve; to let pure sunlight in.
Maybe someday the head will be in place before a cap is sought.
Until then we must believe and hope for the best.

Until then we must focus on the reasons that we have to go on.
Be it our faith, anger, ambitions; no matter what it may be.
The worst of us are those without any reason to go on;
For as long as we believe, achieving is just some twists and turns away.
Till we see our hopes come to reality.....We will press on;

Because We Believe