Weird days

Sometimes my dark days divide, the sun don't shine, the food tastes bland, the chron is out in my hand, the lights seem to fade, everything doesn't feel the same, the water runs out, my skin dries and craks, sitting back, losing perspective and focus, a rope and a cloud, hang myself till I fall down, pain is certain, and joy is hiding behind the curtains, japeto is pulling our strings but we don't notice, we dance around and sing the same song, in the same tone, recorded, exploited, we see it but don't see behind it, we see the truth upside down, hurt is in the truth, don't believe me, take out the T, lust is sweet, love is pain, thats why we stay away, thats why we stray, thats why we lay, on the side of the road, blind and hungry like a scarecrow, scared to know, that these materials can only go, so far as the ego lets it, but I refuse to receive its blessing, I am forever tested,

Infinity

She told me to sing a little, notes kissing her neck makes her giggle, quotes flying in the air make her mingle, at the right side of the bed side, the red dye, white lines, weed stains, she calls my name, on all fours like leopard skin, she has me thinking, slobbering, I slide over, she open, smoulder, lips on her shoulder, I close the blinds, let lust decide, let my body temperature guide, no lights, just touch, it is not much, but we navigate, gates open, lines are crossed and broken, love was once open, now we are just drawn to the moment, on the canvas, I paint a picture with black and white, we sing the songs all night, naked under the moon, under God, like a flower we bloom, and consume, in our little room, in our bed, we sing the song, sit on the clouds and let infinity count us down

Build

I try to touch you, change you, your views, haven't you watched the news, the information we abuse, and distribute, blind nation instructing the mute, imposing my view is similar to the fundamentalist imposing theirs, so the throne of truth, who is the heir, prejudice views spawn from the poison that man spews, delightfully confused,   but the intelligent rise to the occasion, cos ignorance only pushes me to fly over the edge, I believe in revolution, ahimsa, non violence, the weapon of silence, the only weapon against hate mongers and dwellers, but still keeping cool like a cellar, ideas reach the interstellar, look past the demeanour of a twenty something year old senior, talk a walk in my valley, intellectual alley, walk with the optimist, humanist, always watching my step, cos we are fit to only be called geniuses when we can calculate the incalculable, the human factual, ethical, practical, meta physical, and somehow stitch them into this unwoven, fabric, that is stagnant and tragic, backward theocratic, but forward I build, brick by brick I build..