It's not me... it's you

All you say , I'm to just hear
Me speaking up is your fear
You stay to insult all I do
All I say is wrong to you

Nothing has ever been good for you,
I understand its not me its you
Your low self you blame on me
Your failures you pin to me

I am to you a mirror so True
Cos in me you see, what's really you
Maskless, naked, insignificant and small
A frightened, desperate selfless soul

Clinging on to your baseless life
Built around sycophants and lies
Desperately deaf to what is true
As corrupt accolades accrue

I let you have, you mindless breed
Your low stature, your false pride
Drink up in falsitude and greed
In ignorance you will bleed

The Irony

As the clock ticked by I din’t realise
It was the sound of my life going by
The moment now was slipping to the past
Like the oil in the lamp depleting fast

All of a sudden it dawns to me
All that I do is one big farce
What use it is to burn out my soul
If I can’t stretch the time with the ones who care

I can move mountains as I have might at my side
A strange bedfellow who distances with time
When I can I care not and when I can’t I mourn
Is this irony or am I a fool

The Will to Live

I will live… one more day
One more morsel I will eat
sorry bird, you are wasting time
for today I am not yours to dine

My mother is dead on the yonder
Her body, I see, blown to tatter
There are vultures feasting at her

But her last words ring in my ear

"Mustn’t look back, Must keep moving on
Keep moving on, To the gates of the town,
Never look back and never be still
Must survive with all your will"

Why were we -  thrown from homes
Why were fields burnt to ground
Wells and ponds poisoned and dried
My fathers and brothers thrown to the knife

Birdie, you will follow me, I know
Wait for this life to ebb out now
Not today you will have to wait
I will not give in to fate

I promised her, A promise to live

My life as an example I give
Of the travesties of man's greed

For thrones, crowns and shiny beads

Good day to me

Woke up in the morn
Saw the rising sun
To the Mirror I moved
To see what I had Won

As seen in my dream
There was a smiling face
Ready to face the world
Full of frowns and mourns

The face in the mirror
The smile in the face
With confidence it said
Boy lets face the Day.

My soulmate

The vagaries of a restless soul,
In search of a destination
Traversed out a path in time
A collage of experiences built
On a canvas in the mind
In between the clutter of thoughts
Like a shinning beacon lies
The only constant in my life
A compadre, a soulmate -my wife

Of smoke and mirrors and magic wands

Bigotry, the rooster cooed

Silently to his brooding bride 

today's life was all he hoped 

Till the sun rung another fight

This, the Orwell's 84

Truth is the lies which all say

The jury swayed and the guilty spared

What is conscience anyway

Invisibly shackled came a man

Frail, distraught with an empty stare

out of the pigsty called humanity

This the selfie of you and I

Of Smoke and mirrors and magic wands

Flashes to distract the magician's hands

Moves to veil the vileness of life

In a world were right might not be right 

Conscience

Time has weathered this tired life
Skin starting to crease an ickle
may be I hear you not too clear
hairs in the corners turning grey
silver strands peeking out
From the edges of time so frayed and flayed
like an old portrait seeking sight
Of a roving eye – a connoisseur
but in all this I see this picture clear
embossed in the memories so frail
An image of mine a canvas plain
What have i become oh Dorian Gray

The Tree

A tree which grows in the dark

The roots of which grew out from earth

branches rose down to the depths 

Leaves a plenty everywhere

What abomination was this

or was it something to behold

An anomaly of nature

Or a vision of things to come

I seek no answers here

Nor have I questions to ask

Just stating what I saw

Or seeing what I state