The school

this sphere of sanctity is separated
from the tempting tunes of ignorance
that the world has loved and decorated
and for this, i leave a better human

From days of blooming desert blossoms,
to the dancing pollen of summer days,
we hush we fight, we cry, we learn,
and bend the rules of our childish ways

we learn to look at man as man,
as breathing, thinking comprehending,
for this, we learn how to love a human
to use, passion, sweetness, understanding,

this little sphere is just a home,
for those souls who wish to run away
they find a hallowed hovel of misfits
who fear to seize the day,

and yet it shines with an ancient light
from the eyes of the youngest of heart
from those who hear with open spirits
and pray for a wiser start,

Our Curse

I sprawl upon a sterile stable,
yes, weak i know my body is,
to run from life she is not able,
have i cursed her, as she is?

gleaming globs,a receptive soul,
after hours at these i gaze,
naive and new new knows not her role,
in that Ive cursed her to behave,

Look in them, so blue and strong,
her spirit dead must never be,
yet she must live by our people scourged,
for my strong child was born as," she"

Endure i know i never could,
to see her see her silenced by but another child,
because his waist is but what would,
relieve my babe of being reviled,

Clutch my child and weep must I,
while our people carry her away,
better the flesh or soul to die,
this curse, is now HERS to decide...

To Persecute

The laughs of cruel ones found the grounds,

an order for the jackle's sounds,

they scowled and cackled in the face,

of a small and dying race,

just as the reincarnated hated,

by segregation discriminated,

scars have children separated,

so the child of wounds, death carnated,

“stay away!” said they to it,

which ride away in chariots,

of coal and brimstone rides upon,

alone forever from thereon,

a time struck child of faithful soul,

cast away to hills of coal,

sobs of turquoise raged the skies,

where the time stuck child lies,

due to hatred of the people,

proud and set upon a steeple,

not to know disquieting sorrows

to snare children of tomorrows,

who tread into a persecution,

worthy of a revolution

hatred do all they embrace,

hating all of other race,

for theirs in hatred most advanced,

keeping all of wealth entranced,

with envy for the worldly things,

which thrust upon destruction's wings,

so how reside this gruesome people,

set upon a prideful steeple?

They live within a rosy dome,

but flee in crimson catecomes,

to kidnap those of freedom's minion

and hate a race of time struck children,

p.s: i wrote this when i was 13

rockingchair

we're all born onto a rocking chair,
upon an elevated knoll,
laid before a rustic path,
as minutes, hours tick and toll,

time and force, it pushes us,
along the lands secreting life
deced along the rustic path
are tears and laughter, smile and strife,


and as we're pushed allong the path,
we know, we live, we clutch the seasons,
as its lesons make us who we are,
we love, we learn, its every reason,

were all born onto a rockingchair,
with lovely sweet receptive lives,
we slowly age on the rustic path,
on rockingchair we smile and die,

Tribute to 2049

Embodiment of sentiment,
show me all I am,
replay for me,
my liberty,
and was it blessed or damned,

Show me all the tenderness,
of this my little life,
made of scratch,
a velvet patch,
upon a quilted knife,

Embodiment of sentiment,
if ever Im alone,
Ill close my eyes,
before it dies,
and remember you are home

the Boarding

In an instant, in one day,
the world turns it's belly up,
the child cannot inhale now,
what is this thing i walk upon?

in an instant, in one day,
the protector becomes the predator,
the child cannot smile now,
who is this man i now behold?

in an instant, in one day,
words become a solemn threat,
the child cannot listen now,
what are these words my ears intake?

the child is a vegetable,
a ward of God alone,
for in a day, only a day,
all changes in a n instant.

Clover Hill

Inside the brick boned walls,
the mounds of stick, stoned halls,
abides my hill of clovers,
my only clover hill,

Under the taint, toned ebony,
the stars of saints,owned only,
sleeps my hill of clovers,
my only clover hill,

Amid the grass grown hoppers,
the fellowship found rompers,
plays my hill of clovers,
my only clover hill,

But for the hate hued globe,
only the tainted Job,
exists my hill of clovers,
my only clover hill,