Freedom fighter

Am I free or am I a slave?
I've been taught to be fearless and  brave
Did their words emancipate me or make me a slave
If I stand up for myself,  I dig my own grave
But if I follow their ways  I'm not a slave
Free expression  is all that I crave
But freedom is fully achieved in the grave

I crave the freedom that is beyond chains
That can't be felt by economic gains
Freedom of the mind and all its pains
That washes the past and all its stains
Like freedom of the skies when it rains

Blesser blessing blessed

She is a girl born with no father
So she found one in her significant other
Old enough to date her mother
His son old enough to be her brother
Protection?  " no dear why bother

Now she single and has aids
She wasn't taught that affection fades
Tears are falling and so are her grades

Her life isn't over because of the sickness
She must go on,  no struggle is painless
The world will teach her to reach for greatness
For it still belongs to the young and restless

The homeless man

The sun bids it's farewell and I look around me
It's cold,  lonely and shadows surround me
The only warmth is the blood that runs in me
My only comfort are the rags I call clothes
The same clothes I will call blankets
The same blankets you call rags when you pass me
The world is heavy for I carry it on my shoulder
And every day it makes me feel a little older
The moon shines at my misfortune
But the sun will rise and that's my little fortune
And then I will smile for my pain is temporary

views from the 09

As the sun sets over the horizon
and the music gets louder by horizon,
the sinners sip the liquor at eden
and the workers  retire to their den
the city comes alive with the bright lights
for a moment you forget the wrongs and rights
the potholes disappear with the night
and the traffic police put up no fight
the world suddenly seems peaceful
and all your thoughts you deem beautiful
but soon the sun appears on the west
and everything will go east

Day dreaming

His eyes kept glancing at her, all white and watery. his lips were wet from being continuously licked and his hands were held together in unceremonious fashion. his toes were curled so tight that blood was not running through them. his stomach was tied in a knot and he just stood there in a motionless state. she was  the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen.
she in turn just stood there, a beautiful black number with Asian eyes but an Italian feel. it was easy to see why she appealed to him because she stood out from all her competition. she was silent but it felt like she had done all the talking she needed to.
it was love at first sight. she was clearly made for 2, anything above that and what they had would not be a relationship.

a deep voice suddenly awoke him from his pleasant dream, he took another glance at the black lamborghini on display and realised he could not afford it. so much for happiness.

happiness

what is happiness? and how does it come about

is it the opposite of sadness? that i doubt

is it the joy of belonging in the human cult?

or maybe that  picture with a strange pout

happiness is but a state of mind

when you are content with every thing you find

when you love so much that they call it blind 

when you work so hard on your own grind

and you leave all your troubles behind

lonely rich man thoughts

you walk in the room and all eyes are on you
the labels label you, trends and you are like glue
your head is held up high you're feeling quite blue
your skin smells fresher than the morning dew

you walk in the room with your fashionable swagger
oblivious to the fact you stepped on a beggar
with each move you could swear you were mick jagger
you sit down and order an ice cold lager

this is the life you have always wished for
now that you have it you hate it to the core
if you could have your life back you would take it im sure
you think about it with each drink you pour