I have a love
I have a lover
One does not respect the other
That what one does with its hands
The other does with its heart
They feel each other inside out
I am lost to my lover
I am in love with another
One does not respect the other
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I felt your strain, I looked up
As you pushed past me
Carrying a beast on your shoulders
While I sat packing my bags for a trip
I left on a plane and a sunset
As you wept and I followed your sweat
Until I got a glimpse of you, within sight and distance
And for a second you looked back, then up
That second was a lifetime
And everything held within
Death, Birth, Pure and Sin
But we saw we other, at least a glimpse
Let the truth be told!
Our eyes met and I followed your sweat
You shouldered your beast, I packed my bags for a trip
We escaped this life, but what about the next?
As you pushed past me
Carrying a beast on your shoulders
While I sat packing my bags for a trip
I left on a plane and a sunset
As you wept and I followed your sweat
Until I got a glimpse of you, within sight and distance
And for a second you looked back, then up
That second was a lifetime
And everything held within
Death, Birth, Pure and Sin
But we saw we other, at least a glimpse
Let the truth be told!
Our eyes met and I followed your sweat
You shouldered your beast, I packed my bags for a trip
We escaped this life, but what about the next?
Monday, September 15, 2008
Women in my life
Women of this Earth
I bow down before thee
And give you your worth
To walk the distance
To beat your chests
To drain your body for your children
As well as those manly pests
To stand on street corners
Under neon lights
To collect fire wood
And cook under cool nights
Women in my life
Women of this Earth
I bow down before thee
And give you your worth
Women of this Earth
I bow down before thee
And give you your worth
To walk the distance
To beat your chests
To drain your body for your children
As well as those manly pests
To stand on street corners
Under neon lights
To collect fire wood
And cook under cool nights
Women in my life
Women of this Earth
I bow down before thee
And give you your worth
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I am bound by the pain
And the pride of this land
A sorrow I hold in the palm of my hand
It links me to my birth
In a place of dust and dirt
In a place of birth and death
I follow my ancestors
As they show me life in shadows
It is where I belong
Voices and visions and rhythms
They are coming out of me
And you shall share them
Like hands touching while sharing food
Or bodies brushing in dance
We are bound brothers and sisters
In this place of dust and dirt
And the pride of this land
A sorrow I hold in the palm of my hand
It links me to my birth
In a place of dust and dirt
In a place of birth and death
I follow my ancestors
As they show me life in shadows
It is where I belong
Voices and visions and rhythms
They are coming out of me
And you shall share them
Like hands touching while sharing food
Or bodies brushing in dance
We are bound brothers and sisters
In this place of dust and dirt
You could see history in the lines of her eyes
Her children in the shape of her breasts
Burden of the earth on the soles of their feet
Her beads tell me a story, one which I shall keep
A time where her father’s wishes came true
A time where there was water and food
Only to be filled with dust and heat
Across vast distances of time and space
Now we stand face to face, I follow her journey
Filled with pride and sorrow as I hold her hand
And study the burden of the earth on the soles of her feet
Her beads tell me a story, one for each day, one which I shall keep
Her children in the shape of her breasts
Burden of the earth on the soles of their feet
Her beads tell me a story, one which I shall keep
A time where her father’s wishes came true
A time where there was water and food
Only to be filled with dust and heat
Across vast distances of time and space
Now we stand face to face, I follow her journey
Filled with pride and sorrow as I hold her hand
And study the burden of the earth on the soles of her feet
Her beads tell me a story, one for each day, one which I shall keep
Monday, September 08, 2008
Brought kicking and screaming into this world
Oh how I hate you dearest friend
For what you represent, your white skin
Now you haunt me
I scream with fear into this racist world
Oh how I love you dearest friend
For what you represent, black and blue
Now I haunt myself
We wish for us both life and death
That we should make a promise to each other
That you may hate me as much as I love you
And together kicking and screaming we may find a way back in
Oh how I hate you dearest friend
For what you represent, your white skin
Now you haunt me
I scream with fear into this racist world
Oh how I love you dearest friend
For what you represent, black and blue
Now I haunt myself
We wish for us both life and death
That we should make a promise to each other
That you may hate me as much as I love you
And together kicking and screaming we may find a way back in
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