R.W.P "If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry".

Emily Dickinson

 

When the wind whispers your name

Softly cradling you asleep and feathering your dreams,

Do you lift your head, narrow your eyes, and give a tenacious no;

Or do you answer the glimmering call of the tempestuous wind?

 

You come forth—your hands grasping for the golden mirage,

While all your grotesque dreams lay naked than the deception in Eden.

 Asmodeus is found lurking your simple instincts astray—for  

In his illusory eyes, he reveals the earths’ beauties and treasures.

 

Forsaken figures carelessly watches you; seeking to hold your spirit.

You are befriended by Cerberus; shamelessly laughing while the smell

Of burning flesh lingers and colours your soul a shade darkener than night.

Do you let yourself be pulled into the darken corner by Gorgons?

 

Do you listen to their nebulous plan for mankind destruction and

Throw in your own lurid details of demolition works?

Do you let your heart gleam with mischief, your lips seal with lies?

Do you cover laughter with incestuous creates and nod your head for acceptance?

 

You look inside your mistreated self to find the little bit of goodness stored

 In the corner of your blacken soul.  Do you fight with the little you have?

Or run with what’s left of your heart that has once been yanked and cracked with bare hands.

Somewhere in the stillness of the morning, the tears of Hades are heard.

 

You crawl and creep with flaking tears encircling you to find this whimpering.

Your fleeting hopes break into smithereens while you try to collect its pieces;

Without giving up what little you still posses within this scattered fragment

Of broken dreams. You stand armed, barely holding yourself upright.

 

You fight and you lose. But you still fight. You realize it is not about the ending

When you’re carried into Zeus’ realm; and imps are eating your flesh and laughing your fears.

 You see the light while your head tumbles under Apollo’s seat.

You smile.  For secretly within you, you have won the battle.

Why did the people stop singing?
And those smiles that glows bright-like sunset, or heaven’s light,
That once darken our skins-truthfully it needs to be a sin,
That our skin is being tone by bleach, maybe we need to re-teach,
The truth and pain about beauty being skin deep.
When in the past we undergo the struggles-trying to unravel our skin.
Blessed with us since creation, as if we had an option in the formation.

Why did the people stop being so strong and dreaming?
I thought we wanted freedom from all those screaming?
When we walked for more then 300 days and nights.
When we marched our ways to escape and mark the knights.
And let’s act like: the segregation, the threats, the KKKs, 9/11,
The holocausts, and the discrimination, are anything but-heavenly treatments.
Let’s act like we are not in knowledge of the causes, and the tears and pains
That broke even Gabriel’s heart, and alienate sirens.

Than why are we enslaving ourselves?
Education is free-yet we run the other way, in the foot steps of ignorance.
Persecution is slavery-yet we chose to follow the path of stupidity,
Which leads nowhere to salvation or even reservation.
And now the “Blue eyes/Brown eyes” is on the horizon while we sit and watch
Our children and friends seize prejudice, and discrimination into their minds.
Although we know it gives the false presence of supremacy-but we know the truth.
And I said STOP. But what is I in a place filled with a million,
When others sit and watch the damage of RACISM.
And now-TODAY is the time for us to be one and learn the power of STOP.

The sun can shine bright
But deep inside lives cruelty,
Which can suppress anything temptress
Of this aristocracy state that I long for,
When every good turns into tyranny.
Oh! How I wish, I could help men,
Face life because we are living in hell.
When we uses guns and rage
To control and possess what belongs not to us.
Oh greed, we are playing gods.
We leave our mothers, daughters, brothers, sisters,
Wives and sons to the hands of death;
Whom only smiles, and sings the more the merrier.
Rub his hands together in anticipation
Because he knows more is there to come. Continue reading →

You look into my vibrant eyes
But you don’t see the fear that’s hidden beneath.
You look at the lushness of my lips,
But you don’t see the teeth marks
that keep me from saying what I truly feel.
You look at the sheen and the luster of my cheeks
but you don’t see the trails of empty tears.
You listen to my words but you don’t
Hear the barrenness behind each syllable.
You look at my chest, but you don’t see
The shattered pieces of my broken heart. Continue reading →

If you think you know me, think again.
Truth is what I echo, loudly vibrating
The petty walls of hidden scandals.
Never trust anything other then what I say-
For I know desire, I know justice
Undulating itself in the corner of my reflection. Continue reading →