Your Nose - My Business

My people call it "amebo", for your non-familiarity sake ; lets call it "longer throat". The phenomena whereby your neck so elongated, it's disconnected from the reality of your body. You can neither see the pit you're falling into nor the foul stench coming from your armpit. But you're the case officer of her life, often even self-anointed counsellor, therapist, judge , jury and verdict; and you're not even scared to play God. With all those judgements you dole out, it's safe to say we know why God 'rested'.

In this your play of chameleon, you justify your hypocrisy with false righteousness, but I can not condemn you and become you.

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To my lover.

Photo by: Anjelicek on DeviantArt 2010 "Lovers by the river" You are the prayer that exceeded expectations. The reassurance that restores my life An unknown that became my guide Soul Tears that never came to pass You're misery that never actualised You are life, my life. To be by your side , life and death the same My beautiful hiba .

"Read All About It (Pt. III)"

"You've got the words to change a nation But you're biting your tongue You've spent a life time stuck in silence Afraid you'll say something wrong If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song? You've got a heart as loud as lions So why let your voice be tamed? Maybe we're a little different There's no need to be ashamed You've got the light to fight the shadows So stop hiding it away At night we're waking up the neighbours While we sing away the blues Making sure that we're remembered, yeah Cause we all matter too If the truth has been forbidden Then we're breaking all the rules Let's get the TV and the radio To play our tune again It's 'bout time we got some airplay of our version of events There's no need to be afraid I will sing with you my friend I wanna sing, I wanna shout I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraid They can read all a...

The minds who fell out of time

To you what is life is to me where death awaits. Slow is to catch where the fire smoked. But to burn brighter than the forecast . A Sun sets slowly and lowly a fiery ball of doom. Steadily stealthy the night comes. Death awaits. But we are a people without time.

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