an ode to her and me

Perspiration scribbles our faces with sweat
candle lights making them to glisten and look like golden droplets
looking at my reflection on this wine glass,
though a disfigured image, im like..she is one lucky lass
she touches my free hand
and my mind is creating images of fertile idyllic lands
this is what raised me...
now see...
some years ago they fought wars leading them to their graves
but the sun didnt set, thats why we term them as braves
monologue of laments
through her soft touch, she knows how meant
when i said..."soul to soul, togetha we face our pasts and future sentiments
yeah us, as the present...

~A Lost Child the Poet of Darkness~

johnny was

~inspired by "johnny was"- bob marley~


she cried
she held her head and cried
comforting her, i kinda tried
but my tears also started flowing
and haze in my brain started glowing
like her, the daze in my mind was showing
secluded sorrow
shuttering dreams of tomorrow
no side shows
she stammered-johnny was....
....johnny was a good boy
the creator of sparks of joy...
that was always embedded in her soul
now they have taken him away from her
and the reason she doesnt even know

johnny was a good boy
he was a good boy

body riddled with slugs
happens oftenly to those who live in rags
coz they were born in wrong families
sweat and blood to make full their bellies
beautiful girls watch petals of their proud womanhood off and they cant do anything
coz that's their slumming tactic
yellow tapes, body bags, cold hugs
siren sounds, disturbing the serenity of the hood
souls of mischief

johnny was a good boy
he was a good boy

and she cried coz she knows what's true
she cried for every youth felled
everz daughter who is hiv infected
through rapes and dirty hustles coz she trying to feed her younger siblings
coz mama and papa are gone, another street victims
she cried coz of everyone in jail
coz they got no strength for prison bails
and she cried for you and me
every ghetto youth coz we endangered species
and this never ceases
and she cried, johnny was a good boy
he was a good boy
a good boy, good boy


~A Lost Child the Poet of Darkness~

poet of a lesser god

roken spirit
pushed to the wall of misfortune
no more sunshine, thanks to the scuddin gray clouds
sounds from the moon
unheard for days
no more new ideas for new ways
soul sways
at the edge of the cliff
beliefs,
of thoughts succumbs to voids of past
and its a fall at last
a fall at last

as i descend to the depth of the corner of social oblivion
my dreams glimpsin the vaulted spires of my future
which are catching my falling sounds in their artistic hearts to release them at night as whispers
dark secrets scrawled on the skulls of my alter egos
wishing i never died, cause im hating my life sequel
im thirsty for blood and freedom
thirsty for disdain and controlled wisdom
im thirsty for flesh,
yes flesh and sins tgat accompanys it
im thirsty for dead words of darkness,
the demonic candle flames
casting my shadows oveq my shadows
stain for stain, jasho kwa jasho
asking why the spiritual deserted me
askin why my azoic dreams follows me
askin why my aching voids wont leave me
askin why, im a poet of a lesser God
...a poet of a lesser God
...a poet of a lesser God

askin why...
it feels so empty in here
heart torn to shreds and memories with cosmic stars up in there
looking down at me
with mockery grins
..laughing of how i dreamt to be great
..how slowly life stole my life
and abyss in a swift motion
crept to take the space
crept to take the space
crept to take the space
...then DOOM!
im a poet of a lesser God
..a poet of a lesser God
..a poet of a lesser God

~a lost child~

..take me back to time..

take me back to time
few seconds before the world was born
before cosmological model of the
early development of universe
before the hypothesis of the primeval atom
cause i wanna see that big bang
take me back to time of Paleozoic
and Mesozoic eras
shortly after Pangea
before the components continents were separated
into the current configuration
cause i wanna experience that continents drift
and see families of extinct creatures
being separated by nature
take me back to time when hominids existed
to see the virgin Lucy,the nearderthal beauty
to stare at her ass
to know how she walked like and stare
at her perky boobs
and maybe i could save her from
falling into the valley that took her life

take me back to time
the to the first cradle of civilization
cause i wanna see vast idyllic fertile lands
of Mesopotamia
to experience the Neolithic Revolution
to swim butt naked in waters of Indus River
to smoke weed leaning on the banks of Shang the
Yellow River Valley
i wanna chase Black and Asian women in the streets
of Babylon
take me back to time of sedentarization
to live in Natufian culture
to start ways of human survival
to perform spoken words in open mics slams
in the streets of Memphis and Uruk
take me back to time of Bronze Age
cause i wanna rhyme with proto-writing
writing poetry on oracle bone script
i wanna change history of Maya and Incas
and record it o a lyrical verse

take me back to time of Akkadain Empire
cause i wanna know how it felt to be first
the planet earth's emperor
i wanna write my feelings down with
Sumerian cuneiform scripts
each line keeping it ancient and street
take me back to time
in the dynastic Egypt
in the Nile Valley
to play part unification of upper and
lower Egypt
together with Achaemenid, i wanna rule Misri
and glow grains with Kubbaniya culture
i wanna fish,hunt and gather,
using stone tools in Sudan
lamenting poetically with hieroglyph writing
i wanna produce ceramic in ancient Egypt mortar
building sphinx, pyramids and performing surgeries
teaching maths and science
to lay a foundation for future Aristole and Plato
take me back to time
take me back
cause i wanna be part of of the beginning
...

a lost child the poet of darkness