Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The bruises on my knee.

No matter what you see.
What you mean and what you be.
No matter how wrong you make me.
I'll still be the one with bruises on my knee.
No matter how the times flee.
What they think and what they agree.
No matter how many 'Wes' there are or how many 'she's'.
I'll still be the one with bruises on my knee.
No matter how you put the fake smiles for me.
What you do to hurt and how you set me free.
No matter how much pain you guarantee,
I'll still be the one with bruises on my knee.
No matter you can take my smile and my glee,
Lock up my spirit and throw the key,
You wont be able to take back your touch and my plea.
I'll still be the one with bruises on my knee.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Why?


Why do I feel this way?

The dreams of passion and of good times,

Why do they seem so intense?

The times in the past when I laughed my heart,

Why doesn’t it make any sense?

My belief and my longings,

My grief and my belongings,

It has started to feel so small,

Things that I thought could change my life,

Have rather no effect at all,

My people are there or not there

No more does it matter to me?

As long as I am breathing,

As long as I am free.

I could cry a thousands Niles

Or I could laugh a hundred rainbows

Or I could just keep quiet for my own sake

And watch the world.

For it makes sense, this humankind,

Follow the strong, trample the frail,

Rejoice the win, condemn the fail,

Walk away from sorrow and pain,

For it is nothing new that is happening to you,

The great is in rising up and shining again!