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.

I might not have to face today
Although the same was spoken for yesterday.

I will not take a step toward tomorrow-
I will sit and wait.

While the rain purify the air,
I will sit and stare.

While my tears wash my dirty hair,
I will sit and declare-

A lonely life, which is most unfair,
I will sit and prepare,

The eternal nights, into my soul- it glares.
I will sit and compare-

The fallen angels taking flight,
I will sit and try not to be aware

Of neither the minutes nor the seconds that my heart beats;
I watch you go, under the sun’s heat.

I will sit and wait- maybe hours till you return.
I cannot bear the days that I sit and pray,

For the days blacken my soul and darken my eyes.
A pool of tears, I come undone.

I will choose death over the agonizing days—without you.
I will sit and wait,

Till night, then and only then should I meet the angel of death,
For the days are unbearable without you.

I can hear the dead whisper;
Lying silently on their back.
Corpses, gently pack in dirty sacks.
Looking so damn pale
as if murdered in a shallow dale.
Silent rivers and running streams,
a sudden scream, maybe from a dream?
Nor not, pierce gape into broken hearts.
Can you hear it too?
Listen; listen closely for it’s a silent one.
Hear the wind blowing; the leaves of the trees
whispering endless songs about distress.
Shadows dancing slow premonitions.
Oh listen, don’t you know all things importance
is always kept silent.
In the forest at night,
the darkness, which extirpates all lights-
Shame on the stars for shining so bright
on last night’s fallen snow… Another corpse
surrounds me with silent whispers.

Secretly yours and primeval beat,
Our virgin bodies are preceding production.
Skins generating indispensable heat,
An artistic cadence of vital seduction.
Touch, smell, and kiss- my soul is complete.
Feel the lines and curves as an introduction
An open valley, come, no need to be discreet.
I want everyone to know the suction
Your kisses derives of my mind, let us replete
The endless strokes, which broke an artist’s construction
A public performance, our love is a treat.

Once, you held me in your arms

Now I hold you in my heart.

Crying lonesome tears-

Everywhere, I still see your face.

Once

You dreamt of me

Now I pray for you.

Circling my fingers around your soul.

Everything I had planned—broken.

Once

You showed me love

Now there’s nothing inside of me but revulsion.

Coping—memories I wish to erase,

So I may be at peace.

Once

I held you above

Now that you’re gone, distress

Is the reflection in my life, but

That’s life, so I forgive you.