BURNS

When the street burn

When it burns with no cracks

It will leave you hollow
It will leave blank
The time consumed with oxygen to keep it burning
The need of that crack
The meaning that never seize to arise
Messed up mentality
The hurt tears deep
No physical cut would measure
The burning sensation that mentally draws you back

When the streets burn

When it burns with no cracks
With everyone watching
Hoping that the fire burns out
The reality that shock us
The thought that when it all happened
We were all standing there
Burn the hurt

When the streets burn

When it burns with no crack…

The mind, That mind

The mind. That mind!

The mind that thinks,

Where to from here?
The mind that wonders,
What ever happened?

Rolling in words that don’t make sense,

Producing thoughts that should save you
The mind that never sleeps,
Every molecule has its own purpose
When it’s time to serve the body,
It will paralyze you

The mind that blanks out,

When one needs it the most
The mind that not only sees the light through,
It gets you through the darkness even when it’s too heavy
The mind, that mind

It might not function well and gets you labelled,

It proves its power that goes beyond
The mind that will have people turn against you,
What you think, say and do will be a reflection

When did it matter?

Right when you start using it
When did it focus?
Right when you had a plan
The mind that loses itself in its own self,
The internal self-battle we hardly win

Will it wonder?

As it only does that when not directed well
Will it think well?
When you let it and give it time
The mind that will run faster than your mouth,
Be careful of it all, think

The mind that will bring sanity when not wasted

It will bring you inner peace that you always need
The mind that I know and believe
Well I will also trust, at times
The mind that never dies, metaphorically
It has been programmed systematically

That mind we all have,

Though more fail to put it to good use
That requires composure
The mind, that mind…

These streets

These streets

 

We ran the streets hard

We ran to places we didn’t even know
We just enjoyed the adventure
The things we would discover

We ran the streets like rascals on a mission

We didn’t care who saw us
We just ran

The streets were a learning field

We had a need to take over
We never thought we would grow
We never realized we were just a next generation
What we were doing was already done
But we didn’t care

According to us we were the first to ever do it

And we were just proud and excited when the results were seen
People will laugh at you because they are not in the field with you
We learned a lot in the streets
So much that our grown days are reflections of what we used to do
Yes, in the streets that we ran.

We created things while we discovered others

The champs of the streets
We grew up and we started seeing change
Running the streets was not easy as it was before
The energy was less

Discoveries were not as exciting as they were

People just saw us as normal
Even some people we ran with started walking

The streets have become different

The next generation had other plans
When people say “in my time”
The streets is where the phrase came to life

Everyone has their own “streets life”

What you did and what you do
The difference was visible
People are not the same, at all
The streets, my teacher…

FREEZE

 

When words cannot echo the symphony of your thoughts

Leaving you hanging between alphabets and notes.

Every letter that you need to decipher

Every sound that needs silence.

Thoughts that run around in circles

The beat will not be heard

The paper will still be blank.

You want to breathe

You want to change lanes on lines

In that slow motion manner, freeze.

Thinking is normal, words are power

The beat will follow

Time will wait a bit, freeze.

When you want to construct properly

When ears and eyes are patiently waiting

The air will be clear

And engulf all that you fear.

Because your end point is not vital to the thoughts

The journey taken internally is, freeze.

Listen in silence to the echo of sanity

Loud thinking will leave you as bad as the beginning

You want them to intertwine

You need them to link.

Your hanging spot should be just a bridge

A hook to what needs to just follow

From A to Z, every sound is mellow.

When words cannot echo anything

When the symphony is not at par

Freeze, take that time you need

Do FREEZE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

MOVE

MOVE!!!

He stood at that corner

For a while and he thought hard
His thoughts were not straights
His mind was not in check
Yet again the world moved slowly
The thinking was reaching a point where action was needed
He stood there thinking hard

He thought about a way forward

He thought about how to execute
People walked past him
Some were interested in the reason why
Some couldn’t care less
He stood there thinking

A way forward was in the pipeline

And so he kept at it
One would wonder why he chose that spot
Why he actually chose a corner for his thinking
And yet again he just did what he had to do.
Sanity was running short elsewhere
And in order to get his mind right
He opted to look at what else is moving
Life itself moving
People doing something
He just stood there and thought

What if?

What if?
What if his mind was different?
What if his life was like his or hers?
What if he stayed in a better place?
What if his circumstances were not like this?
What if?
What if?

He stood there and thought to himself

Sometimes the world is what you need
The world is what you need to make choices
With those choices you can change
What people see as stupidity,
He sees as an opportunity
Change is vital and he thought long and hard
He chose that corner because of the variety
He chose that corner for light

He thought to himself

I don’t want to be like him
Nor do I want to be like her
I don’t want what he has
Nor what she has
He thought of how to make himself be him
How he would stand out
How he would be different from the rest
He thought long and hard

That corner did bring some light

That corner did bring him sanity
Without that corner he wouldn’t know the differences
He stood there thinking
Who am I?
What do I want?
And finally it hit him

Thinking without action will not bring change
Thinking without a plan will not bring motion
And then he decided
He made one bold choice
Move from that corner,
He moved

MOVE!!!

When love hurts with a smile

When love hurts with a smile

Every bit of your body shaking

Blood over heating
Toes frozen with shock
Your mind runs wild
Thoughts unchained
When you speak and feel your owns words travel
The feeling that cannot be explained
When your heartbeat is out of beat
Your body temperature changing every minute
When love hurts with a smile

The world will only see that smile

While your heart is overflowing with pain
Pain that cannot be seen but felt
Pain that will only leave your body through tears
Walls will automatically close in
The floor will be lighter
Doors will bang in your face without notice
Pins will fall to the floor with stings
When split seconds will matter to you
Is it hot or cold?
When love hurts with a smile

You will seek for closure to the unknown

The clock on the wall will catch up with you
Every tic will follow your brain cells detonating
Every toc will be down the river of words in you
When that smile is heavy on the heart
That moment when veins don’t matter
Thermometers broken before you even woke
When you can feel scratches on your bones
Where pain made turns
When love hurts with a smile

You cannot define/express/show or even be

The smile will be your salvation
Deep inside while a volcano is forming
You will smile
Your eyes will pop in blindness
Your mental judgement left stunned
Reason will not surface
Nights will not separate from days
Dates will just be numbers
When love hurts with a smile

Time will just be nature

No movement will lift you
Your soul tortured
Your believes ripped to shreds
Love will hurt you bad
And that smile will always find its way
Even when your face is just shrinking
When your senses are reduced to just two
Either it’s bad or worse
When love hurts with a smile

You will search in unfamiliar places

You will knock on glass doors that lead to nowhere
When food does not taste your mouth
The weight that could not be lifted
Yes love does hurt with a smile
People will only see what you want them to see.

When love hurts with a smile.

 

The Road

THE ROAD

The road that leads to the mountain

Burning of rubber that smells of the heat
The speed that we all anticipate and see
With the direction we all need
It’s hard to picture the destination
Because we know the hardship it comes with
Yet again we stay strong and hope
We hope that the mountain is not that steep
We hope that the temperature will work with us on our way
We hope that it brings change
The road

Thoughts will always take charge

Words will always try to make it better
But the reality will always hit harder
Will there be a tunnel?
Will there be an easier way to the other side?
Do we know?
Slowly the motion goes forward
And slowly we start feeling the road straining us
Reflections happen right here
Whether you took a right turn
Don’t stutter
Some roads bring change
While some bring pain
The road

The road is never straight

As we travel along with shaded smiles
Wind blowing to heart
The gap shortens and eyes popping
We ask ourselves a lot of questions
Is it worth it?
Is the road worth being on?
Do we know what we want on it this journey?
Do we believe that it will bring sanity?
Do we want it to burn less?

This road will always be here

We just make choices to be on it or not
We just feel the heat as we travel
The smell of fresh air
We just feel the pressure as we look besides us
The speed will freak you out
What if we crash?
The road

We will still be here regardless

We will still want to see a difference
We will still hope for change
We will still need sanity
We will still know the worth
We will still know the fears are to be faced

The road
This road
Your road