Truth from lies 2

''The Truth from lies stories are about Love that is undiscovered, strong and True, Yet hidden, hidden with fears, given with Lies and unknown.''

If I lose you now, that is lose my soul
If I lose my wings, and take this fall
A lifeless nothing I would be
If I lose you, the breath of me
If I lose you to time, a time of my senseless crime
My life would be meaningless gone with time
In the darkest shadows my heart would suffocate
My mind, my soul they all would terminate
My life without your forgiveness would be a life of sorrow
If I lose you from in front of my eyes
Eyes that would only see lies
You are my only love
If I lose you, my star above
Without you shining, blackness would kill
Through the emptiness that can never be filled
Just space left to deteriorate
Because I can't stop wondering how you and I - fate
Were left open at the gate
Where broken too late
Where everything in me would be
Shattered in me
Forgive me, the other part of me
Because I need you
Too much to say
Too much to convey
And I only pray
That you hear the teardrops of my heart.

She read the lines that ran straight to her heart, a memory of love and a discovery of it. People needing each other and asking for forgiveness. It must be wonderful. She sighed, Giving in to the navy deep sky, twinkling in the night, each star meaning something, every star tellling a story. She was so close to all of them, she could touch the dream with her hand; what it's like to fall in love.
'I wonder what this guy is asking her to forgive - I wonder will she accept him being sorry, is he true of his word?'

Are they meant to be together?
Do feelings like that last forever.

She drank her coffee and giggled,
'it's about me?' - she asked.
He pulled over a chair and sat roughly on it - 'Yeah baby if I lose you, I don't know what I would do'.

'But its the first time you ever wrote something for me'

'I know but something tells me I'll be writing a lot more for you - you make me want to write - you make me want to say I'm sorry a million times'

She sipped another sip and looked at him with her hazel eyes - her hair fell to her shoulders and she pushed it gently back -

'but you promised you would come and when you didn't my friends made a fool out of me - you can't promise and break your promise!'

'I know I know - look I'll make it up to you I promise!!! how about we get out of this stinky place and go see a movie and then have dinner.'

He was leaning closer and closer and it made her heart melt - he knew what this time needed next - as he leaned in to finally kiss her she had forgotten all that had upset her - she had forgotten it all -


They were the king and queen of love now
Holding it like their throne

Echoes in my mind - (I/me)

when you feel/know it is the wrong path
But you just can't walk/run/drive away
it's like I’m hypnotized and I can't wake/get up
I'm lost with the ticking of my madness
My mind reverts/taken by an unknown power that only advances
Somewhere deep/hidden - I scream/knock/try
But no-one/nothing hears me beg/shout/cry
Is it my inner self that I cannot find/see?
Or my soul that should make me free/be
Or is it just me - split into a million pieces
And I cannot glue/fix/repair
I desperately need something/anything to mend my wear/tear

Too late

Too late except to say goodbye

Too late to touch your face

Too late to hear you heart race

Too late for your love

Too late for your anything

Your smile, your words, your safety

Too late except in fantasy

Too late to see you by my side walk

Too late to have you with me talk

About your dreams, your wishes, your days

Too late by a whispering soul

So far away across…land…and oceans…and mountains…forever

Too late for you

Too late for me

I cry as I watch you fly

Even out of my dreams you go

Too late to tell you how I miss you so

Too late to see you turn to stay

Too late for your touch

Vanilla, cinnamon, tender & musk

Too late for beauty

Too late for your company

Too late to have you in my world

Too late to live with you

Too late to stand by you

Too late for your best thing

Too late in my life

Like a plane I missed

A train I couldn’t catch

Too late for your rainbow

Too late except for sorrow

Too late for you to understand

Even though it was so simply held between my hands

Governmental weather

The people look up to you
To melt their freezing fears
They ask for your help
Plea that you will wipe their tears
From their world blown unanchored by troubling hurricanes
Hurricanes of killing hunger, being attacked, being forgotten
But you the man of politics walk under a shield from the cruel rain- rain that if touched you might make you feel-
You are sheltered from echoing motherly cries or deadly soldiers sins that would make you grieve sorrow
Clouds of your mischievous lies grow black and blacker
Conjuring a weather that no one should take
Blocking the sun of peace, the rays of hope become distorted-

Why couldn’t you have allowed rainbows of happiness, colour our countries skies?
Why wouldn’t you let your people wake to a dawn shaded with truth, with purity?
Just why couldn’t you save your own blood and hearts, men and women who
boys and girls

You are conjuring a weather that no one should take on their Sudanese backs
But you, the man of my country’s politics, walk dry under a shield from the cruel rain- rain that if touched you might make you feel-
Rain of poverty and sickness that is falling continuously down
You are sheltered from echoing motherly cries or deadly soldiers sins that would make you grieve sorrow
You are covered by a home well capable for the winds that bring loss,destruction and dark shadows
Blocking the sun of peace, the rays of hope become distorted
But here we are living in your governmental weather
A morning of injustice, an afternoon of unkindness and a night trying to survive

Homelessness exposed

The dismal acute answer of homelessness victimizes the ones who can no longer wrestle with life defeat; embittering in a homeless lifestyle can arise from so many unperceived reasons. What drives the homeless in the end to walk in solitude and maybe despond in faith could have been born from virtually endless encounters with a myriad of obstacles that eventually become the compass to the world of homelessness.

The cold or extensive heat strikes them out as members, menial in its try, cruel and uncompassionate to the hardship peeling of their suffering skin causing their memories exposed to be painfully dry. Where they end up in the night is a question that surmises luck and invites misery; a corner, a toilet, a train, their eyes roam the world for some love to their cry. Going unnoticeable under a thin blanket covering their squalor and despair, solutions are too expensive to be warmed under their care.

Bare tragedies follow of being hungry and afraid, shelter and a family was the price they were with a tumult forced to have paid; then destruction and dilapidation became an emotionally blatant twin, care and attention swiveled into invisibility leaving them from society unruly trimmed.

Deep loss and danger volunteered to be a new best friend, as their malice experience spells homeless with an unknown end; a sauntering feeling like something is being torn out from underneath their core because trust in people and even themselves might just be gone and so is happiness that now is so inquisitively sore.

Underneath a bright street lamp but their soul and mind cannot see, the cunning sense of no belonging has made blindness soar free, from their baffling empty pockets they are imprisoned from flee, beyond tonight’s dumpster as accommodation is all for they can plea.

Disheartening damage beating to its proper rhythm, its sound evaporating loud in the sky, a homeless young life wishes from their prison they could fly, the anxiety from the cunning darkness of the days and the clear murder of the night ploy, leaves a blood with fear stiff with a preparation to a beaten fight.

Never any support; Protection has long been sold to export, pushing their simple trolley with lifetime collections, struggle has thwarted easiness, drowning under a park bench trying to find sleep layers but the combat of the situation employs them as a beggar. Derision from filth because it is their forever companion, it dirties their light, that from within their inner beauty should glow with expansion. Emptiness as camaraderie with their minds, in having no knowledge of avail for tomorrow; leaves anything, but to revolve in the galaxy with a dizzy twisting sorrow. Homelessness eating at their tender exposed meat where information except of their fears is belligerent at them like a killing treat. A unity of debacles continues to volcano and finding their home in the homeless. A crash with silence though it is the music of stress and tragedy that brusquely overpopulates their distress

Soldier

I wish one chance
So I could show you all my hidden romance
But more so -if I could just tell you
That I want what’s best for you-

Be the representative of your vivid faith
Stand as a believer of what is true and right
Tackle and endure to protect and secure
Use your power and energy
Feel the want to save your community
Burn with need to help in a tragedy
Contain urge - to bring your religion to prosperity

Love and cherish your duty

I see you pray and then read his letters
The soldier of purity, the shade from all misery

You would be nectar of my soul
An honourable man deserving uncountable praise
Light of the suns rays, warmth in my days
My ruler, I would follow blindly any of your ways
Because I would love who you are and what you do
And I would see in you that you are an ambassador of your proud Lord

But wait a second you will never be near
So I just want you to have fear
From the judgement day
I wish you would remember the after- life
Paradise
Take it as friendly advice
From a person who doesn’t ever want to see you get hurt
She wants your name clean from every speckle of dirt
She wants you to be safe
She craves your happiness in the eternity
She dreams it in her fantasy
That you are fine and healthy forever

Tears of a devil

A century, a quarter, a year, a day, a second – today’s moment –
Temper, pain, suffering, greed, desperation – all logically evident –

Fighting and hating,
Shooting peace of sharing and understanding,
Walking slow to protect, is over – ridden and over – taken

Giving no chance to feel,
Skin blistering, flesh peeling,
A watch that is counting what rage is stealing

Horror of blowing and shaking,
Destruction and no honey making,
Eyes blinded by light of fire,
A lens inflicted with a show to make it retire,
It breaks apart and disintegrates – burned to the stake by the flame

Leaves grow by bodies that are covered underneath,
Trees sway and children try to play,
In a time where tears of a devil are not so unlogically insane

A pearl drop for the boy, who will be gone too soon,
A good – bye whisper to the little girl that is to fly to the moon,
A shade of misery for the lady to lose blood and go into shock,
No chance not to tear for the man, who’s working hands are cut by interference of the devil,
Who’s now tearing from all this suffering, created hurt and sorrow gained from the boiling and strangling

No estimating that we’ll ever need each other,
Tears of a devil’s happiness, rejoicing that we all kill one another,
Laughing at us, till nothing can stop the tears,
Tears of a devil, while commanding us to break and shatter,
A lover’s relationship and pretend nothing is the matter