Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Intro: From over 9 years ago. One of the oldest. Was a huge fan of Hip Hop and still am to an extent, but the lyrics aren’t as “polished” as later works. Really was trying to find a voice, but hopefully this story can shine again.

I felt a presence within me…Pen fell down and my eyes became teary…You are not bad was what I was told…Words couldn’t explain the pain I felt in my…my…soul…

I’ve been feeling like a demon ever since I started breathing. My soul was taking a beating thanks to those teachers keep hating…So I committed treason. For so many bullshit reasons…Evil for all four seasons. Body had superficial lesions…Why? Cuz I Turned my back on my soul and Now I had become cold. For I had no conscience to keep me in control. When I was younger they called me a trouble maker…As I got older I started getting bolder. I wanted to carry real weight on my shoulders, so I started taking more risks…I could’ve been called sadistic…

Ever since the age of 5…Every day the teachers tried…Always belittling me…Sorrowed was all I could be. Why they hating me? Was it what I was rocking…Or the extra pens n pencils I was stocking…I tried my best to be the best student…But this was a battle I was losing. So my soul was ambushed like the city of Troy…Goodbye to the childhood of this boy. If teachers kept hating on me, making me the target of their animosity…Fine I’ll fight back ferociously…I decided to be what they wanted me to be…So long to my little good deeds. So long to the apple I left on her table. So began my so sad fable…

Outta nowhere I just stopped caring for anything…Using anyone for my own benefit. Even my friends were pretty much pawns. In this game of chess which my cold soul spawned. So began my eternal haunt. Was this the life I sought? A low voice kept trying to speak to me…But it got deafened by chit chatter of the streets. The street’s voice was more appealing…To materialism I was kneeling. Didn’t care about who I rolled with. As long as in the end I made it. But I started rolling in too deep…I started chilling with the epitomes of the beast…But I also started making some real friends. All of us was lost in this system. So it was a bond we had in common…Till the day are hearts would be stopping…So one deal after another…Soon lost our beginner’s stutter. Haha! Added a new meaning to the term “Office Clutter”, money slipping like fresh churned butter. As long as the Overlords were satisfied, and I got a piece of the pie, I sort of liked my life… I knew I was doing so many wrong things, yet my cold skin couldn’t feel the sting…The Sting of Reality. The fact that my life is a tragedy.

I literally was losing my mind. People asking me to donate to save people’s lives. What about my life! Don’t anyone care about my own possible demise. Then I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection…saw the reason for my apprehension. I’m the reason I may not be alive today…I’ve sold myself to this horrid game. I’ve lost what I had always believed in. What I was even preaching. The right to free thinking n peaceful living. But no one gives a damn about me! So came the passing of the days, feeling that dirty money I was paid. So many mistakes…
I made one mistake too many…me n my dawgz started owing too much money…Then…the day of my near fatal brawl…I had no one too call…Could’ve sworn my life had stalled…In my mind my life story was being drawn…Erase…Thought it was going to end. Then woke up in a hospital bed…Felt all the spots where I bled…You have a Guardian Angel is what the Doctors said…All I could do was look at the ceiling wondering if someone was scheming or was I dreaming…Some one saved me that day. Dropped me off at the hospital that same day.

This was a beginning to an end…But I had a long way to go, before I could find myself…And claim my soul…This is the story that should be told. Don’t live the life of a thug…In the end you’ll be the one with no love. Never fall to peer pressure…you can be so much better. No one goes with you to the grave, but the pain you cause remains. It lives on in all the people you’ve touched. For better or for worse…Always choose love…Never the gun…You could be so much more than what they believe about you. Look around you and find the proof. One Love and Peace! Find Your Self!

Soliloquy I

Posted: August 9, 2015 in Poetry
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Intro: Ramblings of someone deeply in love.

If she only knew…
What should

Wait let me restart…
You see baby…
No scratch that…

See Miss…sess
My misses…
Kisses…
Oh that’s so uncool…

Read this…
Wait she…
Wait…

Let me proclaim…
Never ever before…
Have I ever felt so in love…
Never ever thought I’d utter the very
Thoughts that tug of war with my other parts…

When the two of us touch…
In this warmth…
Release this slowly built up love…
And grow up…

Heh…
Grownups…
Doing the grownup things…
Part of being full fledged beings…
Even the alien in me sees…

We need more…
Hence why each day I tell you…
How much I love you…

We should all dream….
My love…
My dreams…

Soothing herbal scents…
Mixed with sweet mind mending essences…
Can’t comprehend these scented blessings…
Can’t help but trespass passed this messing…
Messages claim we cannot be this way…
Shunned away by the hear and dear say..
“You don’t belong with him”
Unwanted Ms. and Mr. mix…
“Nix this miss”
“True love is more than just this”
“Ms. Sweetness…You deserve sweeter than sin.”

The allure of love has cost us so much…
Loss of all those around and above…
For we feel faith has forsaken us…
As is what was once so sweet has soured…
Where lovers meet to be we now quarrel…
Over the little stuff…
Stuck in the rut of never ending…

Buss…
Hands hold onto trust…
As I gaze into your eyes…
I see the worries…
The strife…

My love…
Your sweetness is enough…
Meeta meri…
Merry Marry…
Love crosses all barriers…
Brought on by societies…
Jaan meri…

Intro: This song is a spiritual successor to Sweet Echo (Link below)
https://silentscholar.com/2013/01/07/sweet-echo

The winds still carry the story…

Sweet Echo II {No More}

Remember…
Way back when…
You and me…
Never missed a beat…
Now I skip back each chance…
Just to see if she’s there…
Waiting for me…

Instead the winds greet me…
With the warm embrace of past memories…
But just as fate frees me…
Winds leave ever so swiftly…
Leaving this soul in pain…

Wondering when…
That chamber of echos…
Feels like your voice again…

[Missing notes…
Missing quotes..
Missing most…
Your sweet echo…]

Memories of you…
Form part of who I am…
If past tense…
Could be present once again…
But fate had other plans…

Faith lead me to believe in you and me…
Winds reminded me of your sweet embrace…
As if today’s pains began to dissipate
Into a cloud borne from all the self hate…
That had taken peace away from me…

Is it wrong to remember what once was?
So fleeting the moment…
But still all us…
All love…

[Missing notes…
Missing quotes..
Missing most…
Your sweet echo…]

Choose Life I

Posted: October 26, 2014 in Poetry
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Completed the song (draft) from prior: https://silentscholar.com/2013/04/25/choose-life-draft/
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Intro: Suicide…Call it what it is…It need not be the actual action to take ones life…Giving up on life is
just as sad…There are those who say one has to right to end ones own life. In a way I agree with them…But
that does not mean I see it as the right thing to do…No one should give up…Please don’t give up…Choose

Life…

I understand the meaning of strife…
But only through the lens of this life…
For each individual’s soul’s strife is so unique…
For that reason alone I refuse to be your judge or jury…
Only a fellow human being….
Begging you…
Please…
We breathe, bleed, and believe so similarly…
Living individual soliloquies…

But often with audiences of none…
Or just One (Creator)…But perhaps being just us can be enough…
Truth is I don’t have the answers…
Only this protracted banter…
With one goal alone…
To not let you go…
Even if you’ve lost all hope…
Even if you’ve locked all doors…
Just know I’ll be outside braving this “cold”…

Talk to me…Please talk to us…Or just someone…
Perhaps yourself…
I often spend nights pacing footsteps…
“Comforted” by my own distress…
Mind telling me life’s messed…
“Take those next steps…”

I swear I would…
Knowing that full truth I could…
But faith holds me back…
If only I can harness that essence and pass…
But I can’t…
I can’t…
You must harness it yourself…
But until then I’m here to help…
Will never let you go…

Intro: A little experimental. Our shared faiths…
Love & Faith…
Beams from beanstalk seeds…
Birth beneath erupts rosaries…
Each speak of beliefs in Beings…
Paths rooted in need…
A reason to be…
Foreseen through infinite means…

As this scene means more than what we see…
For faith has but one tree…
From which all beliefs be…
Bumbling beeing humbly meet…
Mix scents into similes…
My belief…
Yours and in between…
Shared seeds…
Faiths’ finity is so sweet…

Intro {Poetic}:
They say the laws of physics are never invented…
Principles of uncertainty beckon me to wonder what is real and what is theory…?
The mechanics of time and space have long been debated and weighted by great minds who seem at a loss for how and why…?
What guides these loose strings of time…?
What is their relation to life…?
Should we even think in such terms…?
What about the beauty…?
Imagine…

Time’s fine twine is in tatters now, but beauty is still profound…
Notice the strings as they come unbound from the vacuum of supposed non-sounds…
Collisions of particles bound by atomic clouds…
Primordial crowns that pulsate through the night…
Imagine the Divine Might behind this show of lights…

Where the lines drawn between energy and matter no longer matter….
Particles scatter…
And the double helix ladders that make up us…
Have the imprints of a Higher Being that can’t be seen…
Yet Whose grace can be observed…
Perhaps the very words of our Holy Books and Hadeeths can shed light upon these mysteries…
My belief…Every single soul has been imbued with the power of love and ability to spread peace…

I notice that through all this organized chaos, speaks a form of speech that transcends any weak bonds from those wrinkles in time…
The beauty of The Divine is part of the very twine which we try to endlessly define…
No matter how the lines and equations shall be drawn, I’ll always find a reason to pause..
Just an individual soul…Reflecting on the majesty bestowed upon all of us…