I will never convince the masses to turn.
Threats they’ll burn fall like scattered beads.
It’s an old tale they have hardened to.
The ocean is dying, the forests are crying.
Though not by way of rain.

This world we walk has a heart and soul.
At least it began that way.
But today she’s hanging by a thread
and I dread the outcome.

Can we not hold hands somewhere
and swear to try again?

i want you as much i want die.

Brutal is the play today
a game to those of fury.
With centers lost at others costs.
Now self denied and buried.

I had my chance to make a stance
But turned a blinded cheek.
I could have mattered but silenced the chatter,
Which served to make me weak.

Again today another lays
stiff a top the ground.
I closed my eyes when I heard cries.
Now not another sound.

I breathe alone in twisted zones
and still I wonder why.
I did not do a thing for you,
before it went awry.

Nothing grows on fallow plains
in the land of Delusia
The seeds of loves fiery passions are gone
destroyed by the elixirs of man
Over barren fields they fly
searching for the reason why
not an ember remains
of what was once had
They've not yet learned
a fire can burn
by tending with different hand
Radiant and shimmering their colors were
yet now they have turned to grey
and evermore they will weep

Skimpy.

Hello skimpy
happy swift glide
on our ladies pattern path.

entrenched are you
in their costume Constitution.

You delete differences
between the thighs and the legs
all is on for deliberate display.

You pacify the crying shoulder
who weeps for being cowardly covered.

You help the air view
the sacred cage
where the abdomen nests.

skip closer skimpy
view your pictures of our little ladies

Around this river banks
are pear trees tall as lively colonnades
whose green-yellow leaves spread as wide swaying umbrellas,
wherefrom quietness as sparkling peace springs
and moves, fleshed in Harmanttan's breezy air
that animates the celestial light roaming the wide sky,
whooshing across the warm landscapes in melodious waves.

Faces brighten when I am near
People prepare for things to come
I bring cheer to those in despair
When you feel you have lost everything
Do not lose hope

Inside these walls
lies many faces
the faces of the oppressed-
the murmuring, the voiceless
here there is no justice for the poor just

this walls is not for everybody
if not for our selected poor head
the law would i've been blind
but at-least she can see the rich
even if she cannot grant our wish