MAGICAL CHARACTERS

Sun on Nightshift Cat hair in the wind. Apparently bad omen. But fuck that we make our own. Could paint the town red with all the brothers and sisters that have left. Lighting up our lives like the sun was on night shift. We will forever dance in the field of gold. A friend compliments. Uncomforted. Like an archaic Celtic King who has lost it all. I am who I am. But I am not who you think. Nights these eyes grow duller the more I see. Head to toe scarred from the inside in. Sometimes I feel faker than sins I am trying to atone. Feel like I could be doing more. Doing better. Some exhaling this unloyal disease. Can see through the shadowlands who they are. Cracked concrete with lilies that have broken through. Roots of Fenian pasts growing from my mouth. Bone now replaced as I grow a new skeleton. Can see me. Can see you. Every artery. Every belief. By Darragh McConn

YOUR VESSEL.

Lord your vessels out they stray

Though thy word enough they’ve heard

Still the strength to return they lack

Lord your Grace enough it be

Salvation free you give

Oh Lord your vessels home to bring

Together dwell in love and peace

That while on earth

On thy alter we stand

That we may all praise in one accord

Your joyful noise the world may hear

From saints you’ve saved to dwell with thee

Oh Lord your vessels use

Forever we pray to dwell with thee. (AMEN!)

THE ICE RAIN

The ice rain,

It was a sunny and busy Tuesday afternoon

Didn't give a sign of rain

Everyone went about their day

The clock ticking,

The weather changing

Everyone preparing for the rainy weather

The usual rain began

Every doors shut,

Kids starring through the windows

Watching the raindrops

Listening to the sound on the roof

Breathing the fresh air it bring

The sound on the roof top changed

There was a rushing out,

And boom, "its an ice rain"

All doors opened,

Excitements you could see,

on the faces of both young and old,

Kids jumping happily in the rain

Trying to catch an ice

Then the rain was over

Leaving everyone happy

Kids lamenting of how many ice they caught

Thankful to God for the rain

Hopeful for more icey downpour.

Strength does not have to be physical. Masculine. Feminine. Spiritual. Strength can be as easy as conquering one’s demons on a daily basis. Just to get out of bed. To survive. To breath. To bury these entities back to the dark where they belong.

Not letting people

take advantage.

Not letting people think they are better than of you.

Life cuts. Life pierces. Life is painful. Sometimes so painful you cannot see, hear or speak.

As your heart aches and body burns.

Life crucifies. As we figure out who or what our purpose is. But life can also be beautiful.

Sometimes it is hard to summon the power. The strength that is needed. But it is always there. Always there to hold you up in the true face of opposition. Don’t let it become locked in your mind like a political prison pleading for freedom. Like a black rose within us it simply needs to grow. Our choking anxieties and paranoia.

But it is always there. Our light in the dark. A Beacon of transition. Never be afraid of fear. Never try to breath life into them dark thoughts for they will become you and destroy. But our strength will show us really who we are during these harsh, brutal and uncertain times. Like a phoenix we rise from the ash.

In this chaos we call life we try as we may to maintain order. To Curtail and contain. An impossibility. We either move with the current or pull against.

Even with tears in our eyes we can and will survive anything and everything thrown at us by the heavens. Choice or none. The struggle. The strife. The longing.

Let it come let the uncertainty and pain reign over us. And over take us. For we have faced much worse creatures in life and we will face ever more. For my own strength such as yours will keep us going eternal.

By Darragh McConn

A CRY FOR A NATION.

She is Nigeria,

I know not much

About her political life, but this I know

It all began like child's play,

Bit by bit darkness clouded her Sky's

Peace and joy the masses knew no more

Just like a twinkle of an eye

The nation shocked in innocent bloods

Insecurity, hunger leads the day

We hurt, we cry, we starve, we die

Its a go to hell government

And now we face the pandemic

As a plus to the masses sufferings

Lord helpless the Masses be

God, alone to thee we look

Too heavy a heart we bring

Our peace is been thrown far away from us

Please the innocent and poor show Mercy

Fight for us and deliver

Else from different angles we perish

The children of Israel you delivered

Remember even this Nation today

And let the tears of your children

Reach Up to thee

Save from a government that kill its Masses

Amen

CHOICES

Little babies are born,

Good mama and papa prays

Each day

For their little growing one

That God be their growing one's guide.

Years unfold,

Thus they grow,

And soon becomes "big enough"

The youthful pride, comes rushing in

"I'm big enough and can make my choice"

Becomes the order of the day.

Advice not needed.

But still on the knees

Mam and papa prays

For now their grown child,

Who seem not to know

That he still be their little growing one.

*we sometimes where babies, who grew up,

Different backgrounds, different cultures, religion, race, but we all humans, we all get to the point in life where we make our choices, where mama or papa let us be us and make the mistake. (But not all mistakes they let us make), and at that point when we feel so big not to listen.

Yes we be big enough to make the choice, and hey don't forget we still big enough to make wrong choices

Not all times we are right, not all times mama and papa be right, but why not just we listen first. And if we confused in what the choice is, God can help.

LET GOD GENUINELY GUIDE YOU.

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BEACON OF LIGHT.

The world right now seems dark,

This darkness fast spreading,

Humanity carrying a heavy heart,

There be a dream in every soul,

Clouded in worry, depression, pain,

Killed by struggles, poverty

The world rubbing the poor and,

Innocent of their seeds not to reap,

Tearful eyes at night weeping to heaven,

But yet the world be broken,

Too though, our heart's giving up,

Making humanity forget

it got a beacon of light within,

But now buried in tears,

Find your beacon of light, its within you

Break the darkness whatever it be

And let your light radiate to others

Beautifying their souls, helping them find their light.

Yes you've got a beacon

Though tired you be

Don't give up yet

Gods working out His plan

Tell your soul

With its little light to wait

For God's working out His plan

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God Made A Woman

THE PLEADING LITTLE GIRL.

Silently each night while she lays to sleep,

The family devotion done,

but on her bed she goes to God alone,

From the depths of her heart

Silently pleading,

Lord if you will that I serve you forever

I don't know what the world holds

And I don't intend to know

If I be the separate friend

So let it be.

I'm safe within the fold

And there I'll stay

I won't step I foot out

to see how the world looks

For I might never return to Her

Oh Lord ones again your pleading child is here

Earnestly asking, if there be a thing

To take her out the fold

Its best you take her so

To dwell with thee on high

Her soul too precious to lose

She prays each chance you give to live

The grace to live aright,

Your guide and word to follow

Till her latest breath she draws.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

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UNSPOKEN, UNTOLD.

Her heart is filled with wishes unspoken,

Her heart is filled with words untold,

And one day may explode,

She tries to make sure it doesn't,

So she uses her smile as her Vail,

Thus looking through her eyes,

you never know the weight she bears,

Unspoken, untold, she converts it into a prayer.

For without word, her God can hear,

And so she finds her solace there.

☺❤💞💖

Pesi-Mists

If you exist then why do you persist making life so difficult. In these most precious flashes of happiness on our journeys. Making us feel buried alive. No pride. Just divide. Bloody fist after fist striking that wall of stone. Either it will fall or I.

Going out of your way to pepper spray these unnecessary inflictions. Infections. Contradictions.

Maybe no such thing as harmony anymore. Oh I’ve seen it once but that was a past life. Its late. It’s deceased. It’s been lacking. Mind cracking. Dreams attacking. Prescriptions drugs whacking.

Whatever happened? We are all Celtic brethren. From

Some of these questionable men. And those of you who are not are most welcome. The worlds children.

Yet you treat people like they are disorders. Symptoms. I am meant to be a son of a Judah all knowing powerful being. Yet I came from a broken home. So if we are family where have you been? Father where you been?

Taking all of our best spirits for yourself.

Living in fire exhaling ice. Mouth shooting venom like a king cobra.

Whether I be fact, fiction or a fable. I feel unstoppable yet unstable. Like the deities you worship. Punishment and hardship. We come from the bottom. The underground. But burying our way to the surface and now you hear our sound. Ignorance is bliss no pressure mentally. But when you Tap into the earths veins it’s nothing but pressure indefinitely. Convictions convicting me contradictions restricting me and perhaps you. But we are in this together night and day. Dark and light. Death to birth.

Some of us made to believe we are lesser than. Meant to believe we will sink lower than the titanic and what then? But we will soar like the mother ship. I am free but even that still comes at a cost and a nominal fee. Over possession is my only transgression of this our home. Our plain of existence.

By Darragh McConn

Air castle

I'm a gale of real

And you are the fancy orb,

Hazy in the orbit of my thought...

Let our long distances remain relevant,

At their distinctive farness,

Or the incubus actuality,

May bulldoze the air castle.

Worthiness in impossibilities

These pass pierce

Through diaphanous layers

Of these thoughts,

And see the guts

Asking what is next?

Where do one can see certainty?

Across next there's ambiguity.

Across next there's obscurity.

Presence appears

To be some creepy creature

Having no head and no tail.

Time to come, seems to be a new jail

And this wings need, the harbor.

Freedom is the ultimate realism.

Seeking worthiness in impossibilities.

Shout me your hatred

Your tormented words don't engulf me anymore.

I am fine with your eloquent arrogance.

I don't want to break your egodist

With my thoughts, I'll listen to you

And let you happy with your ignorance.

I am a listener and I also listen to my sapient heart.

He tells me things that I never heard before.

So go on, don't stop

Shout me your hatred to the loudest

I'm listening!!

Beautiful hangover

Beautiful Hangover

I'm a lethargic somnolent goblin of my night.

I Feed and outlive on my blood red wine like angelic dreams,

Decorated in sipping amazeballs to imbibe,

And when I woke up sluggishly

To the sun shining

Through my morning light

I realized that my dream hasn't gone.

It blithely ached in my beautiful hangover.

INTEGRITY

INTEGRITY IN YOUR CAPACITY

Integrity is my ability

What is the absurdity

All I can ever give in my capacity

is to build a city

full of honesty, no brutality

Please don't soil that dignity

It might bring calamity.

If integrity is in your ability,

you are likely to attract good people

and worthy people.

The only absurdity in integrity is how many heart you get to warm up to.

Let's build this city into a place filled with honesty but it has to begin with you.

Like terms attract

Don't soil your dignity for the feed of today, the consequences are a later regret.

Medley of infight

Words don't guesstimate the outgrowth that breaks from the medley of infight.

The end of bitterness offsprings enrichment

Which underwent the process of transmigration.

And the refurbish reincarnation is aftereffect that sense those words were nothing but embarrassment.

I love you

What is poetry

Poetry is observation

Poetry is recreation

Poetry is feeling

Poetry is healing

Poetry is freedom

Poetry is wisdom

Poetry is serenity

Poetry is loyalty

Poetry is limitless

Poetry is harmless

Poetry is attitude

Poetry is gratitude

Poetry is imagination

Poetry is manifestation

Poetry is metaphor

Poetry is savior

Poetry is venting out

Poetry is speaking loud

Poetry is silence

Poetry is elegance

Poetry is sanity

Poetry is intensity

Poetry is for seeking

Poetry is for dreaming

Poetry is for reading.

Man from Kashmir

He was not Muslim, he was not Buddhist, he was not Sikh and he was not a Terrorist,

He was just a man from Kashmir.

His white hair cap his head like glacier.

He was tall like Nanga Parbat and when I embraced him,

I sensed the touch of glorious Quran In his fatherly arms,

I sensed spirituality of Geeta in his warm closeness,

I sensed holiness of Bible wrapped up in his silver fleece like beard greasing against my cheek.

And when he opened his mouth,

He spoke language seraphic,

Stollen by Northern Pintail duck who snatched words in the air and flew over the top of river Jhelum to write songs on rivers and lakes of beautiful Kashmir.

Let love leave

Beneath fluid layers, the deep is tenebrous and the silence Is fiercely venomous.

It's peremptory captainship is outrageously murderous.

This heart is a temple of unholy, practicing rituals of lugubrious melancholy.

Don't you blame the blameless love,poor wretch changed into DEVIL FROM THE PATHOS

Purposelessly confine within the bracket of two broken hearts.

Despair: having nothing to do with love, and love is spelt in the parentheses as a piece seperate from the main part.

So cut open this chest and let love leave as it has lost it's meaning in the dead souls, fallen apart.

Storm of mind

The past should make us better. Not bitter.

My mind trashes like the sea smash’s and we roar. Spilling over the sand like blood from an open wound of a wrist. Rising above the waves. Seabirds scream laughing about some secret triumph. Like drunks who’s horse has come in.

The sea shore submits. Sighing with heavy bones from the of the weight of the water. My mind is sore. I am

So confused. The smashing tide never relents. With each rise and fall it wears. It tears. Stripping the away beach away like bare bone.

Moving the to countless of shores where it becomes faded and forgotten. I don’t choose to be this way. I feel chosen. But every wrong reason.

I often think of Irish Kings and Queens of past. Their knowledge, their victories, their decisions their viciousness. My defiance. My breathing turns deep and rhythmic as I walk bare feet through the endless sands under the black moon of the unworld. Razor sharp wind cuts through the air like blades. But here is where I walk. So no fear shall stalk. I am the drugs that’s why I am high enough to constantly have my head in the clouds. Not staying here.

Thoughts of expressions. Thoughts of aggressions. Thoughts of being a tsunami taking out a lighthouse. But it’s fine the my rage subsides. The sun rises and it becomes bright Iv escaped the black out. My army of shadow dissolves. No more cracking thunder no more destructive lighting. I’m taken a breath I have inhaled my storm.

VOICELESS

If my tears could tell my tale

I would shed a river

If screams could ease the pain

I would boom like a thunder

If only I would be unmask

I would tell of this mischiefs

Mouth clamped behind this mask

His evil deeds can't be proclaimed

For I am sealed not to tell a word

If I could only have a voice again

I would tell of his mischiefs

When the tears stream into,

a puddle in the hollow of my neck;

My strain veins cause him no remorse,

and my dying courage muddle in hush.

With no one tough enough to resist him.

All the unknown of his mischiefs

shall hide away in my voiceless cry

My heart? It's broken

I roamed everywhere we walked.

I remember everytime we talked.

I keep reminiscing all I can about you.

I can still picture the first time you smiled at me...

I can still feel the warmth of your hand touching mine when we last said goodbye...

I can still hear your voice when we used to chat...

But that was long ago...

Actually, not that long ago. It's just me feeling lonely.

Thought I wanted you and only you by my side...

But guess what? That changed.

I want you to be as far as possible.

I want you to forget about me.

I don't want you to remember the time you wasted on me.

'Cause all I want is for you to be happy.

I'll be on my own now.

Just like I was before I met you.

I hold on dearly to every little bit of memory, 'cause it's all I have.

All I have left, actually.

I treasure those moments, I keep replaying all of them memories in my head.

But why in my head would you ask?

Easy. 'cause my heart, it's broken.

Is There A Point?

Standing on a grassy hill at dawn. Because I feel like it. Thick green and shadowy black trees surrounding me. Looking down on me. Like a brother would. Staring at me. Haunting ye. Stand my ground. Up to ye. Dreams turn on me. For empathy. Thatl sound: Not a sound. Silence! humanity. Your too fckin loud. I turn you off.

Used to ye Fckin off on me all the time. But now it’s on my terms. Nothing violent no klaknacosh. Have had enough of your urgency. Your emergencies. Your convergences. Non creativity attempts. Forcefully freaking yourselves out when we just need a breath. Is that to much to expect? Rushing round being square. Bending around turning to any shape for anyone. Pretentious. Pretending. Cautious. You Scared then? There’s someone you need to be over there. Leave me be your wanted over there. Not being rude but fckoff over there

Voices watch eyes whisper. Spotted the man on the hill smoking tha big fckin splif sure , I’m connecting to Gia. The earth man, the mother and her kind eye. From dirt to birth, turn after turn, urn after urn. Na still burns. In the pit of my stomach still fiery them churns returns. The smoke leaves my throat and embers escape my mouth. Choking on the ashes of the past. Past that was a different man. Killed long ago. Different breath. Different mind. You don’t know me.

Whos that? I’m fuckin with the Druidry
Who that? I’m fuckin with the Druidry
Who’s that? I’m fuckin with the Druidry

Seeing through new alignments and old
Gods is what I said. New binoculars and a new blade. Act of kindness decision iv made. Giving myself to the chaos. Not much blood loss. What is life? Chaos. Chaos will forever be chaos. Life will forever be life. In the jungle with the sex pests, touched by an Angel, touchy subject monkeys, junkies. Go take a rest while the rest of us compress your inflictions. They’d expect a full confession but fck them. We’re turning on them and we’ll crucify everyone of them. The fear. No more black and white. The colour will rain From the skys.

Nothing to offer

Each time I came back from farthest,

Each time I returned with longing to go back to closeness.

What is there for me... love! or is it just a temporary romantic schmaltz?

I need the assistance of worldly truth that lies within me for guidance,

But the addled schooling of the brain couldn't handle these inner conversation which is repeatedly distracted by preconception thoughts, restricting the concentration of my cogitation.

I try to avoid wonder, ultimately I wonder, how will this urban cotton thoughts of mine will inweave the warm remote sweaters of faraway?

Am I afraid that I may get acclimatize there and never come back?

Or am I afraid of trying to run away from city of reality having nothing to offer?

Boogie feets

Aquatic algae sets the coastal choreography,

And everything turned bright...

Shimmy shore sings the jazz of bay

And I had a dream, our boogie feets were perambulating,

At the orchestral coastal sea line.

OVERTURN

My thoughts pours on the paper and my mind don't stop

Beats in my head while my darkness drops

Got wrapped cords , noise as music

Some thoughs for rhymes, I straight abuse it

My failures for the world's amusement

Mind so sick I make my therapist lose it

People are getting impatient

Lack of conceration

Coming out like a mad man from a lesser nation

Losing a gallon of blood from the laceration

Im pouring my heart out, and I’m sorry everywhere

You will cringe as my vocals blare

Like losing a bet or a dare.

Like fighting fire and losing my hair

Who even cares bc I’ll never be a millionaire?

Sit in a borrowed chair and forget how the fuck it got there

I guess it’s acquired taste

Must be a gift from the guy I maced

If memory serves me

It doesn't, it completely leaves me

Can't even remember the crime

Someone please give a fuck

Just overlook my bad luck

Somethings i do don't make sense

Sorry I dont mean to be tense

What nm I’m just playing

I have more blond moments than a room full of Super Saiyans

I'm the sickest dude on the planet

I always get lost in a habit

I'm mute like your ringtone

There's something to put your finger on

I'm hotter than the Florida keys

I'm have five minds; a hexagon

Puked on the bed I woke up on

Finding my pinnacle

Shrewd and cynical

Doubts and goals are plentiful

Anger like Holyfield

A dark room filled

Im a ghost without a sheet

It's more than paper

It's my life but my thoughts can taper

Mind is spewing out like water vapor cool like quartz

stuck in your mind again

Like life weird forks

Rare and useful like sporks

I'm being versatile

Nothing I say is personal

Non-controversial

My skills are universal

But i know i got plenty of haters

They’ll say I’m small taters

Maybe nobody likes me

there's so much conflict inside me

Now I'm being redundant

easy to do when words come so abundant

It's like a snowball Rolling

It's like magic

My thunder is stolen

You're fabricating a shock

Now you need to stop

Mind full of power can be a danger

Full of anger aimed at no stranger

What's the problem?

I go from top to bottom

I can’t be heard I’m inaudible

They couldn't speak

You only catch me dead if my verbals peak

The havoc now will soon be a peak

Do great then fail at end of a week

Get things going and running

Within minutes everything is burning

I’ll write it in pencil, pen or quill

Friction burns cause Mind can't stand still

It’s my fear that I let steer

I'm Like failed crops

Under the weather and the temperature drops

Lost when I left the room

But still my presence wont loom

hate me or love me? I’m in bloom

Don’t need a needle and spoon

Finally I’m getting in tune

Maybe to some that’s Farfetch'd

Clench and fear the worst but what's next?

Haunter of your dreams, what did you expect?

To some I’m a champ

Your in my way when my jaws clamp

My girls are fire power

Keep waiting on things to turn sour

I'm loving your pity shower

Nose in a corner wall, takin a time out

A few seconds to go, Lemme see you pout will I give up? No

POETRY

poetry

Poetry,

It is a single word,

With infinite meanings,

It is multiple words,

With a single meaning.

Poetry,

Is the universe,

In ink and on paper,

It is a mass of feelings.

Poetry is a concoction of happenings,

And an extravagance of reasoning,

It is a wealth of ideas.

Poetry............

...........poetry,

It does soothe hearts,

And comfort souls, it does tell stories

Of legends and gods and poppers,

Stories of monarchies, kingdoms and huts.

Poetry is the universe in words.

By: Kenneth Sikuku

STORY OF AN OLD MAN

STORY OF AN OLD MAN

An old man,

Down town,

He lives an upside down life,

"Note that, it is not a fiction,"he says,

His coach seats on him,

And oftenly, his bed complains that he is not comfy,

He Wake's up,

When his bed yawns awake from him,

His coffee tells him,

That he is not so sweet than it,

Then he has an ice cream,

That Lick's him,

Ssssh! All this,

Coach, bed, coffee and ice cream,

Is his old lovely wife☺,

Upside down life, indeed.

Poem by; Kenneth Sikuku

Bird in violin

I encased the weather

In my umbrella,

Wetty sky canopy...

Poured in torrent

And my polluted city

Grooves to the weathering hour.

I brazenly danced to the cloudburst

Like a bird in violin.

Diagnosis

As I slide open my window today, I see threads of raindrops, fleeing the pitchy mechanical clouds, pouring down, stitching the bruised muddy ground. Healing it. I see in it my fourteen year-old self slumped in the public bus seat, medical report lay lifelessly on my lap, eyes lost on the raining sky, fingers digging in the bouncy foam seat. Shredding it. Suddenly, a soft sniffing sound invades my ears, I turn to the woman sitting beside me, her moist eyes leaking precious tears unabated, lips cursing and pleading the divine to let the tragedy befall her, instead of me. Curing it. "Relax, mom," I said with a lump in my throat. "It just means I have to wear specs from now on for poor vision. It's no big deal."

LOVE ME TONIGHT

LOVE ME TONIGHT

comfyflex

My love, tonight drape me with the charm of desire

Those ocean eyes swims with ardor

You have sent me to a deep slumber for love

I don't want to sleep and wake not having you beside me.

No bed should be cold with you in it. For your warm smile is enough heat for the night

Stay with me oh my love

Let's make this night naughty

Let's turn over sheets and throw down pillows

Legs and arms woven in tapestry of love.

Make me forget my body as I melt into you

Send out heat from your groin

claim me, my love on cloud nine

Tonight, stay to mate

Your only soulmate

Level of tribulation

No! no! no!

I can't let go this pain-

I can't break free this chain-

It is not easy as how easy it is for you to read me an uplifting sentence written by an accomplished ink-slinger.

It is not easy as how easily your words mixes into to heal that depressive poem of yours.

It is not easy as how easily the thoughts are put together in your quotes.

It is not easy as how easy it is for your storyteller who story's my anxiety attacks publicly.

It is not easy as how easy it is for your intelligence to tag me as mentally ill.

It is not easy as how easy for your judgements to tell me to be strong and perk up from my miserable condition.

It is not easy as how easy it is for your taboo to stigma my therapist.

It is not easy as how easy for your society to enliven my struggles with their enlightening dazzling suggestions

It is not easy as how easy it is for your community to fix me with some random faith reliever.

It is not easy as how it is not easy for you to perceive my level of tribulation.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow even if,

Sun don't rise from the east,

Flowers don't bloom with glee,

Stars don't shine their best,

Birds stop singing melodies,

Earth turn dry and gray,

Sky be no longer blue,

It will still be a beautiful day,

Because I still have you.

Happily destroyed

My eyes dry with doormat

Out at the corridor.

Shriveling in the sun

Of longanimity.

They were slowly slumbering

At the doorstep of impatient pause.

Finally the most awaited gurus

Of Tasawwuf arrived.

Mehfil made sama with kutchi sufiyana.

Followed by Sindhi, Punjabi and then Arabic.

I was enthralled.

Irrespective of knowing the denotation

Of the word Marifa, Ihsan, Wahdat, Shuhud

Or the devine discipline of the genre,

I just overlooked these aspects

And groove to their performances

One after one.

I need not be a philosopher

Or a linguist to fathom or elaborate

On language of music.

Although I did feel the essence of Fana.

An abolishment of sin

That purified this bemired soul.

In this Sufi, I happily destroyed myself.

Where Am I?

So many of us are in the living the same life. We all bleed. All inhale deep anxiety. Some Empathize. But most are sick with with greed. With envy. Prostitution, damnations, affiliations, starvation. Hungry for sustenance, substance or love. Staring at the stars, into the end of a bottle, or the last bita dust in that baggie for answers.

The end comes to some so much quicker. Before we have time to catch our breath. Tears find my eyes as I write..

Summer time, a magical time. But without the people we have that have been taken. I only find peace part-time.

The earth is scorched with the sadness of loss like an old photo dried up in the sun. Blackened, faded, forgotten. People telling me to move on. Its life no need to be numb. Well fck that and fckin you because one of the fallen was my Mum.

Scroll through these social media timelines during these insane times.

And I will Speak on whatever I choose. Wearing a beating organ on my sleeve. Perhaps. But fck it I just want relief.

I Could be wired wrong mind broken. I do not care what is wrong or right. Rage fills my blood boiling. But It is enough to go on.

Lika a radiator my thoughts I bleed spilling to the floor. Lost in myself so I started to reflect. My mind needs to stay sharp. Fck my degree. Fck my intelligence.

All I want is to open my eyes for the first time and truly see.

See why I am still so bitter. Why the darkness spreads like an infection.

Is it my selfishness? childishness? Is it Because I’m Irish? I need to surpass this fever. Lift myself out of this pit. I hear something valid I listen. Times like this I wish to be religious but I see nothing worth believing in.

My perspective does not alter my awareness. This 8mm horror film plays nightly. Vividly. Horrifically. Everytime I close my eyes. Surprised, lied, died, cried. Afflictions, enhanced addictions, angered reactions.

These metal chains be keeping me mentally imprisoned. But yet I am

The only one who possesses the key. I try to stand up when all I need is to take a down. I look at peace like trees. Bring me to a forest and let me be free.

Words don't know

When the words speaks the language of tamper-

They befall on the mind to act insensate.

And then when the memory returns-

You realise that the words don't know what they say.

I take it as a hint from here, before your words speak the language of your tamper.

Cause I know your words better than you know-

They'd been falling in the same way for decades

You gave me enough realisations,

To grasp your words and sense...

That the words don't know what they say.

fork ahead

Failure of the bad

Passed the good

Now scared Dad

There’s lost passion

terrible reactions

even worse actions

cracked souls

Falling through big holes

the past behind me

but past you can see

knowing what it could be

wondering if it needs to be free

up ahead the road forks

left wrong right maybe strong

both paths are long

Is there a hill going up?

a slope going down?

Either one I may drown

Are my feet on the ground

in my head there’s a pound

what can be found

dirt on my hands

water in my head

is my soul dead

there’s the fork

should I turn around

go up the hill

maybe take a spill

correction doesn’t come in a pill

there’s a hole I can feel

what the fuck is my deal

tears of steel pulling me down

face hurts looking like a clown

who’s fault?

my damn fault

love can’t be store-bought

just climb the hill

I know it’s real

To late confusion is all I feel

SOLITUDE

I have never felt so outgoing,

But when I was in solitude,

Solitude,

Is emptiness and alone,

But with a magnitude,

Free and solace,

When am in solitude,

I hear voices,

Pin drop silence,

I hear water drops,

And oooh!

Ants also whisper?

I knew that in solitude.

Solitude made me build castles,

Not really,

But castles on the air,

In solitude,

I cry out, all of my sad moments,

And dress up, all of my open wounds,

This solitude is magic,

It does heal them.

But sometimes,

In solitude,

I hear creepy sounds,

Then it becomes uncanny,

But best is that,

In solitude,

I do things I wouldn't have done before a magnitude.

By; Kenneth Sikuku

Rock Salt

This is wrote back in Feb of last year.

Rock Salt!

By: Wes Lawson

Surrounded by hurts and hard to swallows.

Sets in like a river of deceit

Wherever I turn, misfortune follows.

I can't compete.

Can't seem to stand without help from a few.

But shake me up, sit back and watch me spew.

Weighed by my mistakes and the people I thought I knew.

Stood at a halt, lost a dear friends heart, not even sure who's at fault.

The loss seems to ware thru the love I was taught.

I was just hit with Rock Salt.

Eyes burn, knees weak, head fuzzy as the night begins to creep.

Need anchors to keep me on my feet.

But I'm under water trying to climb a hill that's to steep.

The Storm

I am stretched past the point of wonder.

not knowing what's past this point, screams and tears through the thunder!

it's obviously made a loud but unclear rumble.

makes my world crumble with each and every stumble.

no warnings, no signs, just confident reactions.

built up through reoccurring distractions.

Expectations for me to pretend it never happened, nothing to resolve.

maybe with self-medication in time the pain will just eventually dissolve.

I sit and wait for a sense of understanding maybe even an apology but nothing was ever spoken.

You're right I'm no Angel but I can hear my wings being torn and broken.

Debris gathers in the distance big and rotten.

Don't worry I'll be okay just a few more of these oxycotin

Could anybody overcome being this pushed and Tangled

Does anyone even care to see that my heartstrings pour out and start to dangle

I'm still here but being told I'm stupid for not moving.

Maybe it's my damn pride and this point isn't worth proving.

Now it's like domino's, another feel toward the end.

I guess it'll be enough when my heart has nothing left to defend.

I may come out with some resentment for allowing my self-esteem to take these extra hits.

This was no Battle of the witts,

My damn mind is on the fritz.

No one seems to stop the unnecessary blows.

But I can feel each hit deeper the scar tissue grows.

Has all the darkness in me burnt up all the good and care.

Damn did I strut too far without paying my fare.

Now only a reminder of ponder and despair.

HEAVENLY CURTAINS

Note: Please don't plagiarize.

Enjoy reading🙂💜

Sullen times wrongly comfort me,

Thoughts of dreams are my company,

I'm in my room crammed at the side,

To be lured is mine to decide.

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I stare above at the clash,

A flow of serenity washed,

Disarray on random places,

Spreading across a blank canvass.

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But oh my heart is as heavy,

Weight of the beauty can't uplift me,

I only can behold distress,

Hear me declaring, I confess.

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As though fireflies crowned with halos,

Offer gladness in the chaos,

Wrapped in luminescence to see,

I marvel, they shed light to me.

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The gaze I hold to the heavens,

Breathtakingly azure, it strengthens,

The roof today is mighty blue,

Of dreams painted with playful hues.

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Just what wonders await up there?

But the ground life consumes my cares,

The conversations of people,

The collective breath of great poles.

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Nothing captures this lowly soul,

Than curtains which hang like loose scrolls,

Out of reach but they're always still,

Some moments they match what I feel.

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I can't tell how the curtains work,

Nor I can say why they have quirks,

Now I'm sure that the skies have moods,

Undaunted show under it's roof.

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I know I've said I can't tell how,

I managed to theorize somehow,

A likely mechanism of it,

How the heavens change outfits.

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So I say as my mind allows,

Wonder sights the mystery surrounds,

A Hand draws the skies each day,

He selects motifs which saturate.

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He switches tone meticulously,

Against or in favor of me,

Lay out be gray or filled with blue,

I can guess I wish I have clues.

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But dare I speculate my right,

Could it be the One who made light,

Would reflect my true existence,

On the fabric of Heavenly Curtains?

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