Happily Never After

"Either you're truly scared or you've come prepared/ With your tears on my tuxedo"// Those words I could not let go// Maybe because of the way he sang them to me/ Or because he knew them directly from my heart flow// I listened because I'm a good girl// and he sang it to me like he knew more about the world// I couldn't push his words into the corner/ Because secretly it felt like he freed my from all my truths// And told the same things I'd been dying to tell you// "It ain't working no more" / how do I say it without breaking your only point of view// If only he could say it because his songs tell it sweeter than all my bad news// "Either you're truly scared or you've come prepared/ With ur tears on my tuxedo"// Those words I could not let go// Maybe because of how he sang them to me/ Or because he knew them directly from my heart flow// "You've got me right where u want me, breaking all of my only"// That would be you, while I try tell you formally// I can't say it any other way because it's tearing me apart/ And still I can't trust the weight of your tears on my heart/ Because I don't know how it feels to be you until this day when I break your heart/ I wish I had told you everything that haunts my soul// And I would have stopped you from creating this perfect mould// Of you and I and mostly me/ I wish you'd never dreamed it and in turn had set me free// Truthfully the only thing I knew how, was to be imperfectly me// Delusional people living time too fast have a good way thinking everything lasts/ Close their hearts with eyes wide open and let all their advices go// Looking at the battle scars, can there be love after war?/ Because I don't know the difference, not even with these tears on your tuxedo//

Moby DICK

(the concepts of class and social status; good and evil; questioning sex and God; and speculating upon personal beliefs and dwelling)

She’s feeling like a hole in your head, shit is always easier when they're in bed/ They don’t kiss, they don't talk, so they just sex instead/ Can’t bear to give in, so at night time they pretend/ Tell her the truth sweet love, the only time u c her is in the dark/ Is she losing you ‘cause even then, babe, u can't see her heart/ But when a child is just a child, she loves like its true/ And she could have been in love, but now she’s lied herself in you…// You ran away with her, you know, then left her young and juvenile at your door/ She grew up quick and walked a little fast, but then she forgot what she came here/ for Tried to pick herself up, to find ‘a brand new kind of me’/ But she’s been under you for so long, you see she lost that ‘brand new kind of free’/ In pushing to the truth, the stillness becomes the move/ The stronger she stood within herself, the further apart she grew/ And with all that she’s been through, she couldn’t tell it to herself, I love you…// And careful with your ego, he’s not the one to blame, yet still/ Mirage like Miro, dealing to buy you back your time to God’s will/ Smoking on his cancer stick, wishing you could leave this cancer shit, trippin’/ It’s not much of a life you’re living, forgiveness is not something you just take, it’s given/ A period during which you were central in her government: reign/ He says he cares, but no tears in his eyes, marked himself in a life of slain/ Let it rain, and f***** get It over with, oui, it’s pissin’ rain….// She’s feeling like a hole in your head, shit is always easier when they're in bed/ They don’t kiss, they don't talk, so they just sex instead/ Can’t bear to give in, so at night time they pretend/ Keep thundering and thundering, this ain’t that kind of love anymore/ And as he took of her more, the sky kept falling to the floor/ He is everything and nothing to her he leaves, I said this ain’t that kind of love anymore/ love don't live here anymore…//

God's Chisel

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Love Unthinkable

[this is for all those who have ever been told by others that they cannot love based on race, nationality, culture, sexual orientation, disability and even gender]

Beauty inspired; found in pain and misery
Two seeds sown beneath the same tree and difference grew into unity
But grass that's greener stems not from equality and so is the beginning of a beautiful tragedy

Shadowed in a world choked by weeds of hate
These winds of change still devastate and two seeds, in sunlight and cold breeze, separate

Waiting for the fall of night
Where a black curtain finds to their delight
And 'til the break of dawn two seeds once again reunite

Strange
What draws them together is pulled apart
Skins kissed of the same sky, blood bled of the same heart, Michael and Picaso makers of the same
art
is still art

Hands of time join at a meeting as their curtain comes to its drawing
Sad goodbyes are heard by the sound of morning
and daylight robs the sweetness and brings with it a bitter calling

Reminded of the unthinkable, two seeds lay ground under the same tree
The sun beats down unaware of the beauty sheltered beneath
while roots of two seeds intertwine in secrecy

Who can stop what is nature; human to every being
Their world below infected by the sweet humming of the honey bees
above, whispers left as shells, the wind pretends not hear what it really sees

A break through the bed rock, two seeds squeeze fresh fruit
Sprouts of honesty and two blooms freely sway in the truth
You cannot hide them or change it, you cannot deny or act aloof
Acceptance is tragic only to those who fear what was thought could not be moved

Rose Amongst the Thorns ( R.I.P 25-06-2010 Mindight)

How does one begin to describe
A soul so gentle and a lady so wise
She was my basket full of golden sunshine and a pillar of strength,
She set a standard so high

Stood proud like a peacock
Her confidence chased away all my fears and doubt
If you’ve never fallen in love with this woman
Man,
You’ve missed out

Granny, my beautiful, GRAND mother
In your heart I found a home
You welcomed me in and fed me your love,
So that now I am filled to the brim

You were my father when mine had left
I was so lost and without hope
In you, I learned to trust the world
You healed me from inside-out; around my heart you loosened the rope

You gave me a drink of your tenderness
In hard and dry times when I had thirst
You brought me comfort and understanding
So that I could find wisdom in your words

I don’t know what will become of me now
This road will be long and weary
I wish that I could say that I am fine,
But honestly, Granny,
Without you it’s much too heavy


I miss the pet names you would call me
“Nalax” was your favourite one
I miss your sweet voice to greet me in the morning
And your face before the rising sun

We would cuddle around the heater
Watching TV in the middle of winter
And I would listen as you and mommy shared stories
And laugh because Grandpa said re a mo rasetsa

My heart still find itself, waiting, for you to come back home
Even standing here I imagine you in the crowd
So that I don’t have to feel alone
I know you’re in a better place; the Kingdom of God is filled with plenty,
But you left a big gap in my life, Granny,
And in time, maybe one day I won’t feel this empty

You knew me well
And little did people know that I was your number one fan
I know you were too special to stay in this world,
But I wish God let me in on His great plan