Rage against the machine

My working days, always start
Starts with an upset

Truth be told, as things stand
I have been denied a sleep, I am upset

Not that I am lazy, or lazy be me
Be it to some extent, granted

Alarm clocks with post beds positions
Given authority and responsibility

To order me out of bed, "sergeant major"
With yell, snooze is a brief compromise

Restbite, just before another yell so loud
An edge to strangle, this voice pronounce

To drag me screaming out of this comfort sleep
"Boy! go and earn your keep, the farm awaits"  

Who thought to give, such an audacious call  
To a mechanised nuisance, tic toc loud in my ears

To think the terminator is of fiction make
While unknowingly being a slave to the machine

My working day always starts with an upset
A revulotion, a fight against the machine

A rage against the machine
Rabia contra la ma'quina

 

 

The Voices In The Walls

My front door is always opened 
My windows are as the same too 

To the breeze 
To the breeze 
To the breeze 

My floor is with daylight shades 
My floor is brownish in lay 

To the breeze 
To the breeze 
To the breeze 

My sofa is with delight 
My sofa is reddish and old Victorian fade 

To the breeze 
To the breeze 
To the breeze 

There is a story not being told here  
There is a story that sits in the walls 

To the breeze 
To the breeze 
To the breeze 

These walls have ears and they hear 
These walls have voices and they whisper 

To the breeze 
To the breeze 
To the breeze 

Ink-less Pen

Dry ambitions, views 

Empty dreams, rainless lands, trees  

Writers block, desert 

Rotten Apples

Coconuts come in all shapes and sizes
Regardless of which season we fall in, notions  

Tempers flare and characters get animated 
A few gate keepers get excited, reasons 

Weights get thrown in, like fuel on rage 
Swords drawn; first blood crusade, choices   

Sides taken, are not always that clear cut 
Sheep in wolves' skin, wolves in sheep's skin, gains  

Anyone with a special interest, wanting to impress 
Vested in their own insecurity, to step on another 

Know this, in the King's kingdom 
The foot soldiers are known to bark the loudest 

Nameless to the King, like a chiwawa with threats 
Hooked high on rabies, barking mad  

Nutters disturbing the peace  
Announcing their valueless worth 

It is rather unfortunate, in this regard 
To find we came from the same valley 

Trees Are Us

My stands are firm, roots 

My centre is trunks, aligned 

My hair, well trees, save  

Peace In My Soul

Granted when I put my head down 

To sleep in the cloud's pillow, soft 

And my soul opens up to feed on rest 

I am always now at peace, granted 

Though the dark clouds hover above 

And the sea with its temperament engage  

To rock my boat with white knuckles 

To show zeal as fuel required, tested, granted 

Call it my boarding pass, to reach the shores 

And make it my passage path compass 

With lighthouse drawn, granted 

Though I am far from the shores to engage 

My feet to its soil, sea sand on my feet 

My soul is now with peace, granted 

For I know what directions to head 

A Basketful of Words

Words are cheap 
Plain and simply bland 

Words are emotive 
Strong and provoking 

Words are silent 
Droplets of echoes that fall 

Words are grand 
Colourful sparkle of class 

Words are for lovers 
Ways to charm the soul 

Words are for wars 
Engaging with rage  

Words are for apologies 
Ways to undo a wrong 

Words are poetry 
Rhymes and sonnets to recite 

Words words words 
Tools of expressions with puzzle 

What have you to say 
With a basket full of words to pick 

The Worthless Value of Ivory

Atmospheres set shown 

With dried out scenes of desert 

Echoes silence  loud 

When Angels Fall Melcom

Just as we learn to 
Open our eyes from birth 

Just as we learn to crawl moving 
To find the sofa legs making our first stands 

Just as we learn to walk 
A' make our way out from mother's nest 

Just as far as we can to achieve 
We learn to run on our feet 

We learn to love, falling in love 
Just as we learn to laugh 

We learn to cry, shedding tears 
Just as sorrow overwhelms our heart 

We learn to leave with the aftermath 
Just when tragedy knocks and earth angels fall

We say a prayer for such departed souls, closed eyes 
Just for the heavens to embrace them home again 

Rescuing Birds At Sea

To rescue a bird out at sea
With battered flickering wings apart 

Loosing bright announce flamboyant colours 
Anchored with weights to strangle such rejoice 

And high winds with strong push 
And high waves that threatens pull 

Each with their own intentions
In knowing better than recipient 

That which is best for fulfilment  
In one's paradigm of identity 

Aqua and oxygen can not be sidelined 
If for life and breath to be lived in union 

Complexity entangled with notions drawn 
As with society, religion and family engaged to 

Would these candle lights, blow out on winds 
Just before bright the stars that it is made of  heals 

To rescue a bird out at sea
With battered flickering wings that hang 

Nature as the Weatherman

Winds rains intervals 

Warm and cold with each season 

Weathered nature  

Firday In Fall Of Autumn

Friday is still the same regardless
Friday would always be the same on cue  

Though the sun may come down sooner
Than wanted and darkness will follow as usual

Vying for attention, rain and cold wanting  
To be known as residents most, of these times

In these seasons of fall, weathered autumn
Wrapped up with long dark coat twilight of dawn

And cheerfulness most found in thermal soup
Warmth of comfort eating to sunny the soul.

I like something warm please
Give me something warm  like Friday's feel

For all that changes and more in seasons fall
The feeling of Friday would always be warm

Except on the 13th, Friday the 13th
Friday the 13th is just superstitiously unpredictable

The Singing Storm New York

Wind swept sea shore 
Brush a sea sand on my feet 
Sea sounds always in choir like la la shiiii 

Shii coconut trees and mexican wave 
A thousand voices heard out loud  
With the sea storm singing lala shiii 

Shii  coming to land some where near you
That then means surely there is something wrong 
Out at sea, spinning clouds la la la 

The winds are heavy with storm
LOUD to hear, singing an upset
Blowing a trumpet

La la shii, oh soon it would reach 
These here shores of ours, making land
Hopefully it would just be a brizzle 

And not fill a pond in land
Full of yellow cabs
New york, new york, la la shii