Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Blaming them isn't what we ask
Putting to end is what we want.
The pressure ahead has you daunt-
Face us now void your plastic mask.
Power of notes won't do the task,
It is not long we'll start to taunt;
Then tear down what you really flaunt-
That is but your cleric bask.
Time's here for the last amendments,
If 'nother term's what you hope for.
Come up now with new arrangements,
Serve your people forevermore.
Listen or not, that is your call-
It's in our hands, you stand or fall.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Crying, brother on his shoulder
Blood smeared T-shirt gives tongue-
That something went awry "Oh! Mother"
"Li'l bro's not saying a thing"
"I wanted to hear him sing"
Never to be heard is the voice young.
"Oh God! what have you done?"
Mother voiced her sorrow
"We were playing, having fun"
"I last saw brother jumping-"
"Our favorite song he was singing"
Silenced by the modern arrow.
Mother!! Prepare thyself-
Another bullet awaits your son.
Brother!! Get new T's for yourself
Or tell li'l bro to dodge the gun.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Shaken, hearing his voice,
On the screen, image of my choice.
Confused why they're together;
I remember we swore to each other.
What's behind the cunning mind?
In his charm hope she's not blind.
Cunning mind, a friend of mine;
Falling for gold of the same mine.
Lost in thought, took the wrong road,
Mind heaved with suspicious load;
Made to the place, Mac D,
There, with him stands my lady.
Mac D, place where young birds meet;
Who of the two gave the treat?
Among'em feeling unwanted.
Unconvinced she's being dated.
Like good girl said she to me-
"It's friends reunion, you and we"
Long time friendship on a halt;
Bitter friendship void of salt.
It's five past ten minus one-
here comes the seven one one.
"Gotta go guys I'm getting late"
Wanna say don't go but fate.
At the stand with cunning mind;
Eyes on her as of mine.
Anticipating the goodbye wave,
So the image in our minds we can save.
Waved she from the inside,
Both reluctant outside.
Whom was she waving at?