Slow Tonight

Im so slow tonight.

Slow like white flows of white snow on white slopes,

so slow the night goes like snails stroll.

My minds jammed packed with facts,

matter of fact its facts that make my mind the only one that ever seems to matter.

Im caught in an illusion,

full with visions of night skies and bright lights that my bright mind is trapped.

Im slow tonight.

Slowly fallin into deep sleep like countin sheep,
or like a boy weak kneed by needs of lust.

Im slow tonight,
made slow by things my mind dont know,

and so im made slow by my own faults.

Im slow tonight.

Dark Place

Im in a dark place,

placed by the dark side that rests in my mind.

Misunderstood,

fooled then used by creatures kids nightmares create.

My heart tainted like dark paint sprayed across a dark place,

or mase sprayed on a black face,

my black face develops lines to show the signs of my darkness.

At times fear drives me; forces me forwards,

im dragged my the heels by forces inside that spin me like wheels,

till i concede defeat,

lay on the ground baring my soul as once again my body slowly sinks beneath the soil.

Again i stare into the mirror,

my hands covered with deeds of horror and gore,

on the floor it drips like pieces of me slowly falling away.

My dark place is my hearts place,
a place my mind goes when my mind knows i've lost control,

and i submit to my dark place.

Being Religious

Churches,

i've done churches n searches trynna find God.

God,

who's God?

Oh god for those who dont know God,

the pastor claims he has visions,

he sees god like i say Lord or like we say Jesus.

Priests and Pastors see God at night,

but cos i aint got a collar i cant see God when i like?

I praise him,

raise him,

forty feet in the air like planes lift.

I sing psalm's or hymms like 'come ye faithful',

cos im greatful to him,

i've had guidance,

been shown the way,

my path always seemed to lead to violence,

now i've become serene.

Why?

Why do we play the games we do?

Everyday staring into your eyes fighting hard to not show how i feel.

Its hard to sleep,

dreaming about the things we miss eachday we deniy ourselves love,

love that would rip any dark cloud and blow beauty back into our skies.

At times you walk by,

my heart walks with you,

stalks you whilst in my mind i have you in my arms and i stroke your hair,

stare deep inside till i feel your love surround me.

Im always tempted to tell you,

i spend nights wishing i had the strength to finally grasp the momment,

and tell you how i feel.

Still i sit here looking at you,

madly in love with you but,

stil unable to tell you.

Visions

I've been to the coldest places life can push you.

Walked on the ice of opression,

yet i flutter my wings like the dove of spring and set my path to light.

No longer will my voice be pinned down by the chains of racists,

no longer will my voice be locked up at the back of my throat with braces.

Like Rosa Parks or Martin Luther,

the vision is clear yet at the same time the vision aint there.

'I once was lost' now im begging to be found cries equality,

so why cant we find him?

why cant we shred the hate and release love,

why cant we embrace one and other and create harmony.

In the fields of places in south were racists kept black slaves,

on plantations and farms they used to sing the song,

now its time to re-write the words,

re-scribe the verse,

change today for a better tomorro.

Afro-can

Im afro,

big afro to boost my big eago,
seen and and done things barely legal.
Still,
i no my roots
my voice retains its african stains,
and when i speak its like 'african days',

cos i act in an african way.

From scams to forged passports,

and people avoiding airports,

pounded yam to grand rice,
and plain rice with soup,
look im afro,

proud to say it loud and clear,
and even though my path seems to lead me from there,
my heart rests in the only place i trully care for,

Africa.

Some wonder into this place i am;

lost in the dark, clouds above.

I feel othing but incesant pain flowing through me,

My hands have become nothing but a tool to work my displeasure.

My mind has become my own enemy,

when i sit and stare at so many unfinished dreams,

works in progress cut short.

I dreamt of good things,

to be nothing more than a man,

and nothing less than a human being,

to be someone i could stand in front of my mirror and watch,

my reflection my own salvation.

Now i fall on ma knees as tears run down my face,

the pain in my stomach twirling like a cutters blade,

my mind is full of wonders and dreams,

and thoughts of what one day might be,

my soul is bleeding,

my heart is dead.

Invest in me your time,

lend me your hand.

Some speak of love and life like rhymes,

two couplets dropped of a sunshines beam.

Some speak of his and hers and dreams and happiness,

some speak of marrieage and companionship like the ravens beak is not upon them.

In time we flow like a river towards the inevitable,

heartbrake is but a mile away at all times,

even though we each take our time to walk that mile.

So as one dream reaches its end, another awakes,

we are decived by lifes cruel temptations,

enthralled by promises that enivitabley are broken.

Leave me to my shattered dreams i say,

leave me to face the broken pieces of my life as i pick them from the floor,

leave me to salvage myself from hells cruel breath

leave me to dine at the table of broken hearts.

Young, black and gifted,

I’m lifted,

Up like dreams aspire,

So when my dreams rise I rise,

Fly into the night sky and,

Fly my black flag.

I’m a talented soul,

Talented so I flow where talent goes,

In my mind words come together like painted pictures,

Deconstruct words like lecturers or teachers,

Recreate history and,

Turn dreams into reality.

I’m a genuine article,

Unique like beholders eyes beauty,

Through me runs emotions and feelings so,

When I lay my words down you feel,

What I feel inside.

Young, black and gifted,

I’m lifted by words of those who preached the good word,

Sold knowledge and used the funds to fight the good fight,

Struggled on bridges and took the hits,

Then laid down their lives for black equality.

I’m motivated by visions of tomorrow,

Today I struggle tomorrow I accomplish,

Tomorrow I collect,

Tomorrow I become.

Young, black and gifted,

And willing to learn,

Earn respect and achieve desires,

The future is bright not because it’s white or black,

The future is bright because the future is us.

I Picture Death

Biblical voices unheeded like verses of songs,

My wrongs my rights,

The deeds my heart conceal,

Open up and reveal the truth.

You and I are nothing but pawns in game,

Yeah I play that game,

Seeing friends shot down on roads and ghosts,

Appear in my dreams when I sleep at night,

Wake up the next morning covered in sweat,

My heart racing as I picture death.

The scriptures ripped and raptures applause sounds,

The floor trembles as the earth collapses,

Graves replace shops and houses,

Buses emptied with bullets aplenty,

The last tear drop falls on nothing.

The future is bleak because today is dark,

Sunlight cascaded my the work of man,

And when life itself draws its final breath,

Nothing but ‘what ifs’ will follow death.

Love Hurts

Some wonder into this place I am;

Lost in the dark and clouds above,

I feel nothing but incessant pain flowing through me,

My hands have become nothing but a tool to work my displeasure.

My mind has become my own enemy,

When I sit and stare at so many unfinished dreams,

My life like a work in progress cut short.

I dreamt of good things,

To be nothing more than a man,

And nothing less than a human being,

To be someone I could stand in front of my mirror and watch,

To have my own reflections comfort me.

Now I fall on ma knees as tears run down my face,

The pain in my stomach twirling like a cutters blade,

My mind is full of wonders and dreams,

And thoughts of what one day might be,

My soul is bleeding,

My heart is dead.

Broken Hearts

Invest in me your time,

Lend me your hand.

Some speak of love and life like rhymes,

Two couplets dropped of cupid’s arrow.

Some speak of his and hers and dreams and happiness,

Some speak of marriage and companionship,

Like they are reality not just a wanting dream.

In time we flow like a river towards the inevitable,

Heartbreak is but a mile away at all times,

In time we reach its doors.

So as one dream reaches its end, another awakes,

We are deceived by life’s cruel temptations,

Enthralled by a promise, that is inevitably broken.

Leave me to my shattered dreams I say,

Leave me to face the broken pieces of my life as I pick them from the floor,

Leave me to salvage myself from hells cruel breath

Leave me to dine at the table of broken hearts.

I’m in Love

I’m in love,

Bitten by the bug so,

My flows flow on loves boat,

So I row on loves stream,

Carried on loves dream like,

My loves life is finally alright.

I’m in love so I do silly things,

Picture you and me in wedding rings,

Or me and you sitting up in bed at night talking,

Connecting like two words from the same breath,

And when we finally fall asleep,

We fall together locked tight in the same dream.

I’m in love so I wish for me and you to go forwards,

Wish we could lie together on soft grass,

Watch the stars play and make are stars twirl,

Me running my hand across you lips as I cast my wish,

Then looking in your eyes and realising your already here.

I’m in love so I hold you tight,

Whisper dirty things in your ear to see that dimpled smile,

Then listen as my pulse races and I light up,

Then kiss you slowly and freeze the moment,

So in love we stay there till time decides to end.