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..

Back with it

Lust trapped, it is trying to break free, how can I see, when I wilfully wear the blindfold, I walked myself into the hole, forced to be fed, forced to bed, forced to beg, like poisonous butter we spread, information, info nation, politicians and corporations working incognito, controlling metallic minds like magneto, the centre of ego, their eyes hovering over the skies, it rains, it pours, the poor is not hard to ignore, when they are at your door, at your work, in the store, everyone is slaved, brave and living, lost but still driven, chasing a piece of paper that is worthless, when the true wealth is finding your purpose, a debt full of lies, facebook and gmail spies, one man standing against an enterprise, don't be surprised, when the 9 to 5 becomes 9 to 6, then 7, then 8, awake but still asleep, chained by material things, fake images created by fake people, ignorance is the father, and hate is the disciple, tunnel vision, a symptom