Stay with Me

Stay with me.
Answer my call
with a touch,
with your love,
within reach
of my heart.
Hands in search
of the start
of the wounds
that I guard
with the shards
of a love
that stay sharp
like the barbs
of a wire,
formed from betrayed desire,
that grip like the pliers
that twists my insides.
So stay in my mind,
don’t leave,
please just stay,
this I pray,
and as far as I trail,
all that stands in our way
is the way feelings sway.
Although I try as I may,
I just ask that you stay.
Stay with me.
Aimlessly gambling,
playing and rambling.
Making excuses
as the past still professes
to tighten the nooses
that leak out the juices
that ooze out a poison
of choices,
whose voices
sing choruses
that will us apart.
A part of absencia.
Please stay in dementia.
Illusions are pleasure
when I feel your presence
in the touch of your essence,
so I may be
free from the stresses.
No longer guessing,
I’m schooled in the lessons
of longing caresses.
So stay in the message
that eludes the six fences
I trust as my senses.
Escaping the breaking
of feelings misplaced in
a heart that was faking.
Just take me,
embrace me
in this place,
this new sense
of wholeness.
I’m hopeless,
just no less
if you don’t…
stay with me.

Please

Please...
Say that you don't love me.
Say you never did
At least that way my heart will no longer long for you
I won't have to be strong any longer
Since my heart will no longer belong to you
At least then my heart will cease to sing this song to you
Please
Say that you don't love me
I need to hear that you don't care
Maybe the thought that our love was false will comfort me

Cyan Sky

I await tomorrow
Following the sun on a stage of cyan sky
These kisses of bliss just miss my fingertips
So passion drips from the arteries of my heart
As I start to gaze back at memories of perfection
Embodied in a being only seen by my eyes
The same eyes that gaze at the sunrise
And wait for fate to take my hand
Bringing me to you
Praying to the rising sun that this love is also clear to you
The evidence of truth
Served on your face with a smile that shines like fine jewels
Heaven possessed by you
So when I look at you it seems your blessings rain from the blue
If only you knew
That if my heart wasn't trapped in my chest
It'd be held by only you

Another Sour Tear

The road to my heart is paved with tears,
Like a labyrinth with no clear path
Yet no dead-ends.
These winding streats bent worse than the lies I've heard.
Unstable rocky foot-paths,
Like black veins leading nowhere.
Forks in roads that end at one place,
But still I stop to ponder which to take.
So are the choices I make all futile?
Similar to luscious green trees, whose branches intertwine like the streets within me,
But still fail to bear fruit, reproduce, prolong existance.
So it is doomed to whither, its busy street-branches not even good enough for fire-wood,
In a fire that could have brought to life these dead streets that are my heart.
But there's no use in turning back, holding tight crass hopes
Of what would've, could've, should've been.
Drop another sour tear.

In My Head

This is a pic of me that I took earlier this year, I think it was d morning of the day that I took 'A Cry'.
I know, it's kinda dark and ominous, but I find it stimulating to look at something that'll make me think, "What was goin' through his head? What was he on?"
Connect with the thoughts behind the pics, and you'll find a wealth of emotion and knowledge that is hard to discribe in writting.

They were right...
A picture does say a thousand words (at least).

Retina Bleeding

retina bleeding
tryna read between the lines
but there is no meaning
the things that i'm needing
seem just beyond my reaches
feeling defeated
thinking of myself
"Cummon, what were you thinking?"
vision is religion
believing only what you are seeing
looking through the windows of the soul
with retina bleeding

A Cry

I Am

I love this piece! It was done 2 June at like 2am. I've been tryin' to learn how to draw faces, clothing and touch up on the finer details of the human form. For me, this piece is amazing...it shows a world of progress where I am gettin' better.

This picture, for me, embodies hip-hop and my love for it. The true hip-hop. The true meanin' of RAP: Rhythm And Poetry.
Not this crunk-rap phenomenon that it seems the world is lulled by as gingerly bob their heads to! It is not mind-numbingly idiotic lyrics that you sing along to just 'cause the beat sounds tight.
Hip-hop is...and will never be again.

The Wiser

I did this piece right after 'I Am', so it must've been 5am 2 June. The right hand took me close to an hour. Kept erasin' it 'cause it never seemed to turn out right.
I'm loving this pic to scary extent.
Still don't know why...There's jus somethin' about it.

My Sunflowers

hello my sunflowers!
can you see past the clouds yet?
is there something broken inside of you,
or is it them?
just because they can't hear the voices,
they say they don't exist!
maybe they just didn't listen
when you hissed, "Don't jinx me (bitch)!"
the broken can't fix me
but they can grind the truth
so fine you can sniff it.
just remember the sun there
remember, the sun cares
and you're not alone here
we've all had relations with fear
and questioned the reasons why we stay
but behind the sky, and hidden in it
you'll find the sun basking in it
not 'cause you've got a condition
but because of the conditions you live in
your feelings - trying to bottle it up and sell it
why not let it be?
Yes, I'm a machine, you see.
it's not easy, but someone's gotta do it;
see the tragedies and the you that kids within it;
not only they the scenes
but be one with the series and live with it.
So thank you, sunflowers
and all the good in you
For you like the stem cells
and they love your truth.


Dedicated to: Zipho Sidumo
Inspired by quotes from: 'Stunt', 'Leah', 'Beast', 'P-Lady', 'Oatie-san', 'Triple C's', 'Phat Batman', and 'T2'

Like Rain

Like Rain.
Like trickles of sunshine on my face.
You transformed my soul, but also took my body to another place.
Just in case I'm forced to face this world without you,
Please may you take my hand
And take a long walk with me?
Or maybe we could even stand...
Together...
Forever...
Never overlooking your inner beauty,
Or mistaking your breaking heart as faking.
You are...
Breathtaking.
Death fading as you cause life to spring forth in me.
Your very voice causing me to leave words caught in me,
Like Rain...
Caught in Clouds.
Our love resounded out loud...
Like Thunder,
That strangely brings us comfort,
That suddenly brings our love forth.
We are an inseparable pair, but apparently so are "Love & Hurt",
And apparenly they go Hand in Hand.
But our love is immune to the pain.
Our love is the cure.
Our love is just pure.
Born so purely of metaphysics that no corruptive hand can taint
And not even our lost thoughts can stain.
Too wild to be tamed...
Like Rain.

She was a Dream

She was a dream.
Too good to be true,
so I knew she wasn't real enough to touch.
Angels don't fall in love with anything less than perfection.
So I feel I am kept safe in her affection.
If only I could act out my intentions and mention to her what she means to me.
But around her I am mute.
I cannot utter any words,
but those I do manage to force out don't come out as they were meant.
She was heaven sent.
Skin caressed by the sun.
Voice of endless melodies.
Void of meaningless thoughts.
She caught my heart and soul.
Captured my spirit
And with it she coupled with me joy.
Lost without her,
Not because I lost my way, but because I lost the will to let myself be found.
Kneeling before her feet waiting to be swollowed whole by the ground.
Without her whisper I have no words,
So my very soul refuses to make a sound.