Wouldn’t I know?



Fear of Unknown

Tears drown me at night,
A slight ache I bear all day,
Afternoons rust this restlessness,
And stumbles the scared evening again.

I keep the doors closed,
Though my heart can’t bear this wind,
Nor my trembling thoughts would calm,
Staring across this pettish mind of mine.

Screams empty of voice,
Fills the sanity of my soul,
Still no peeks no cares,
Erase  this fear,
This fear of Unknown.

25 March 2017
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Draw curtains of mere suspicion,
Like you’ve always done.
Acquaint me with strange names,
Then link me with some.

Darken these rooms with false charges,
And empty your hate on me.
Strike me with your closed fist,
This amongst hurts me the least.

Your loud allegations,
Rush out the door,
Cling eyes on me
Mere Doubt I bear of Loyalty
And look what I’ve have become to me?

Rust on my paintings.

Rust on my paintings
Vaguely cries
A fair so sadly
Debts me overpriced
Oblivious to insolent
No gasps of surprise
As the time falls over
Rust on  paintings
Vaguely cries.


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This is my recent painting ‘Delirium’.
[If you want to buy the original or a print contact me]

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Her colors.

She endeavored to erase her fears
Her chastity needed to be firm
Amongst the crowd she craved appreciation
Or a fanciful applaud to endure.

Like a pagan she grew from the soil
But her feets were curdled in froths of dark
Whenever she failed to taste dear victory,
She howled to herself,
She needs her compromising.

But violet were her dreams
And discolored her fractions,
Sour her words
And bitter her artistry.

A girl with a lilac face
Covered in Black History.


I miss his bare hands,

And his embracing smile,

quietly sneaking from his lips,

And calling me ‘mine’.

On my heels I still feel his feet,

Trying to smooth my skin away,

I inhale his exotic fragrance,

while he withers way…

I love this madness,

when you look at me,

The way you say my name,

I catch myself to hold you now,

but in your love I shy away…..

Thirst for Tears

I sit in these vacant corners,

Trying to figure out,

My mouth dries,

As i pressurize,

the only thing i do,

Is realize..

There is something  so mad,

About Crying

Those salty tears that falls off,

With the tears falls all the pride,

All the ego and all the fight,

Distant i stand watching,

Me lose,

All my ego cringes, turns blue….

I  torture my head to cry now,

A single tear falls out hard,

My restlessness slams me down again,

And all  the monsters in me,

induce the pain…..

Breaking down and falling apart,

Never knew this could  be somebody’s dream,

As over the death now lone my soul leans,

as my thirst and greed ,

For Tears increase……..