Dead yet Alive

Dead Yet so alive
A parades that is hell
A slave of my own freedom
A slave in freedom
Chained and shackled
Doomed
Shackled and doomed

I am suffering
Hoping to see a saviour
Salvation I seek
For I feel sick
A sensention so sentimental
It all lingers in my mental mentality
that I can't avoid
My mind is now a void..

So weak
So sick
Pain at it's peak
I can't pick
What can't be picked

I take a breathe
But the breathe won't help
It's like adding more pain
For I feel am breathing no gas
I have foreseen
What was seen
For this is a sin
Not done by me
Close to the original sin

I am living a lie
Everybody should avoid me
Don't ask Me why
Then should I sit and cry

It's like being captured on claws
Punished by local laws
Throw, dumped in a dumpster
I look at my star
I see failure, i am unlucky
So unlucy

My blood poisoned
More of a snake poison, fang
My breath weak, Till the lung
I seem so young
But I am hopeless
Dead Yet alive
Shall I survive
Shall I stay alive
For I am being punished by a sin
A sin not committed by me

Will I win
This game of life?
Perhaps not
I fight, struggle to survive
I strive
I am weak and sick
I am dead yet alive...

Complicated

Afraid of the dark
Yet inside so dark
Scooped from the light into darkness Destined to greatness
Yet lost in greatmess
Living under the doom
A walk by the yard
But the steps shuttered
Like a moon outshined by the sun
The moon so dim
Vision drowsy
Blurred
My vision red-pure-mess BLOOD
Trickling down thee vain
Crying is the solution
For the feeling is pain
Mixed reaction
Sugar and salt are also a solution
My intention is not affection
My intenstion confusion
Blurred vision

Look beyond the walls
And you shall see
Attention is not what I mention
Affection is not another intention
Confusion might be the intension

NOTE that it is NOT love you NOT

I love you
I love you not
That's the confusion that people have but NOT me
NOTE that I love you
NOT
I love you NoT
NOTE
That i love you
Not I love you not
Yes I love you
That you have to note

I love her with passion thats a fact. 

I will love her not 

Note that I will love her.

I speak now ... part 1

I speak like a politician
Yet am not one
I speak for the politician
Yet they silence me
I want to speak
But my mouth is shut
Zipper zipping zip zap
My mouth

I want to shout
Yet they call it noise
I want to speak aloud
They hold my mouth
Saying I am a noisemaker
Yet they shout out proudly
Proudly they talk false things
They lie of what they have done
Liars lying and laying down

I want to tell the people,
Will the people listen?
I want to open this box,
The box of Pandora
But will people allow me
Their minds brain washed
Washed by lies
Lies now lay in their mind
do you Mind if I speak the truth in your mind?

I now open Pandora
will they run
When pandora is opened
Hell shouldn't break lose
Breath let us not Loose
Shall I choose
What to say and what to loose
What to speak and what to drop
My mind undecided

I shall speak now
Aloud...
Open...
Fearless....
Am not frighten now
If you wish to shut me down
So is you wish
If you wish to run away from the truth
Your wish is my command
Am fearless
Less fear
Moreover no fear
I speak now
But not today I shall speak tomorrow
For tomorrow and today have no difference....

To be continued.....

Amina answer me part 1

Silence can mean alot....
It can mean that I should wait. It can mean am stupid. It can mean walk away. It can also mean I feel the same way that you are feeling.
It can mean alot but, what does alot mean?
I can't really explain the feeling. Some time I think I have reached a point were the solution can't take any solute ( I can't remember if it is solute or solvent,,, whatever the case I forgot science way back when I was in school ) the point still remains I feel that I have reached a point were I call it saturation.( the scientists call it that way)

I can't take this any more for the silence in her kills me.

I remember that day vividly like it just happened a day ago. The date I can't remember but the month I can tell ;October. She was that girl everbody was willing to talk to.
Every girl wanted to be her and every boy wanted to be with her. Lucky for me I was her friend from the same department. We used to talk and talk.
Everybody was shocked by how we were related as if we were dating. To many I was not the type of boy who would talk to such a girl.
That can tell you all how beautiful she was. She was beautiful. Her smile even that of Monalisa was just not close to here beautiful smile. Some said it was a killer smile others called it amazing. ( for me the smile was more than amazing )

The smile to me was MAGICAL.
This is just about the smile of Amina. (Swahili word for Amen but the Islam found it to be a name. No offense. But when you looked at Amina you would say Amen to God for he answered an unanswered question. Where are the beautiful girls? Amina was one of them. )

Darkness Prevails

I am dark
I am black
Black
Dark and proud
Am proud to be black
Am proud to be dark
Writings are in black
Black is dark
I love it when its dark
The night is longer
The day is shorter
The night is dark
Love for the night
For night is dark
Great things are dark
Good things are dark
Good things are done in the dark
Sex in the night
Sex in the night
Sex is done at night
When it is dark
Europeans are white
But their shadows are black
They might be white
But their hair are black
My hair is black
My shadow is black
What makes the difference
Their president is black
Their president is dark
Obama is black
The print is in black
The print is dark
I am black
And my heart is black
Am black and proud
Am dark and proud
I am proud to be black....

Xmas

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I miss her. The one I love.

Talking only makes me feel more alone
For the most definate thing is that I talk
To myself in with
Within this pen and paper
Writing is the only option
My opinion my own
My heart torn
Mismentations born
Thou you are gone
Loneliness now born
My heart hurt

It surely hurts the heart realizing the one you really love is far. Memories of her face haunting you like you never imagine. She is the true love of your life and yet you can't see her. Memories of her face captured in the mind and left roaming like a ghost roaming in an old house.

Tragedy it may seem.

Have you ever asked why do we fall in love?
I realise it's hard to answer but it's easy to tell that you love someone so much. You love someone so much that you can't concentrate. My concentration Lost in her.

Her voice is what I remember.
The way she says I love you in her language.
AHERI
It made me love her more and more.
Her hair black African hair.
Her touch touches the soul. I love her in a whole.
I love everthing about her.