Addressed To ME

I married you, after you married me,

I said no words, but you heard me clear,

You loved me, I was mute, but you loved me

from an infant's belly, you pulled a man…

You told me I was beneath you, that said time,

I refuse to believe, because you told me our heart and soul were equal

But you never told me which side you served,

The good, the bad,

Our commitment, our crimes, although you thought me love

You gave me, that of which angered your brothers,

You hurt me, so that I become numb to pain

I stepped away from conversation that I could not follow,

Because I heard your voice by the sea,

The sea, the monster, the wire that hold the current,

And you cried my name, and I wanted to follow, I wanted to go

But my feet shackled, for my mind cannot assure that its you,

You need me, my soulmate, you need me, 

But my soulmate how are you in the sea?

How did I leave you on land, but you call me into the sea?

Our unity was ceased by a hand that found my wrist,

You cried, my heart, you cried, 

and I feared not the cain that will meet my bottom,

I cared not my punishment,

No pain, can reach the pain I will forever feel,

No gain, from those who punish me

But no cain reached an ounce of me, and I found myself, a golden child,

Before marching behind, a bus that refused to carry me,

Before reaching my home days later, exhaust, finding that you stole my heart

And all blame was on me, 

And your brother hated that their sister’s love belong to me

And I hated that you escape my finger’s reach,

Your family refuse to let me go, for all that was left of your,

Was left with me…

I find no sleep, from the moment you left, till I grew four feet,

I hated you for leaving me, I hate that you leave me here alone

And so I pressed what’s left of my heart Into an empty bottle, 

and sealed so that when we reunite, it is as fresh as the day you left

I found no one that amount to you, your hair, your dark eyes,

Your dark tan, your face, that of which I cannot remember,

Your love, your tender fingers that rubbed this child's head,

No one could amount to you, and nothing could amount to what we have,

And so I leave them feeling for me what I feel for you.

When I grew muscles on my arm, I launched the bottle filled with half my heart into the sea,

I threw if far, with every bit of anger, before every bit of tears filled my eyes and lashes,

Because I cannot remember your face, but your love will not leave me

When I grew grey hair, I walked into the sea, searching for you

I marched away from the shallow sea, because you are my end

And I found this letter that I wrote to you, but it was addressed to me

Believing In Just...

The worst fear is that we cannot be heard
when captured  by those GOD wage no wars against
but we scream HIS name, even though we never knew him before
Although HE printed a promise never to interfere
We decide to hate HIM, even though we  never loved him
Proof is all we need,
we live disbelieving,
and those that pray often,
are those that create their own religion
because we pray, we think we can lie, cheat, and deceive
but deceive themselves, because in their hearts they know the truth
but truth sets no one free,
and so the truth is no longer worth telling
nor worth believing

...END

The world is to be conquered
all of its possession is to be claimed
stripped and wasted
take, take, and take
but not give back

it will be conquered by man
and he will take from it its everything
and leave it defenseless
and what was once beautiful,
will be quagmire
what once gave breath to man,
will reek of offensive odors
what once gave man shelter
will be the cause of man's voyage to Heaven

the world is to be conquered,
but not stripped and wasted,
when man take, man must give back
that of which man protects, protects man

The world is to be conquered

Deprived of Color

You are deprived,


blank, you are blank,
and no one can figure you out,
who you are, what you are.


You are deprived of ethnicity,
no one can really see you,
I mean, they see you,
they just cannot really see you.


You are deprived of race, 
and they cannot find a word for you


you belong in no group, no race, no ethnicity
what you are? you are shaped like man,
but you are not man, are you? 
and so, you are subjected to rejection
blamed for no wrong doing,
you, unwillingly accept a word that offends you


you are a victim of prejudice, racism, 
you are deprived all things,
including color

Sound From The box

I am at a lost without you,

I am frail to the sound of nothing,

To know that I am here and you may not be,

To feel all this emotion that no one else can,

To feel gravity ripped from underneath my feet,

To fall into nothingness of space

You save me; you took me from my edge, my simplicity,

You place me onto earth, so that I can once again stand,

You took my soul, and squeezed out all the sorrow, all the pain,

So that I can once again be, me,

Not just be

You are the light of me, the tune that place me back, after I have broke,

You are the breaker of silence, the mover of nerves,

You are music, the link to my heart

The string that twangs, the drum that beats, the key that plays,

You are the sound from the box,

You are Sound From The Box,

You are music

Sound of Life

I am at a lost without you,
Life

I am frail to the sound of nothing,
And having silence is for many men, a dream,
But I fear silence; a thing birthed by death,
That stops, in my mind, the world still.

When all that is felt, becomes nothing,
But in the ghost palm, you have everything,
Everything is everything in the eye,
But everything becomes nothing in the ears,

You save me; you took me from my edge, my simplicity,
You place me onto earth, so that I can once again stand,
You took my soul, and squeezed out all the sorrow, all the pain,
So that I can once again be, me,
Not just be

You are the light of me, the tune that place me back, after I have broke,
You are the breaker of silence, the mover of nerves,
You are music, the link to my heart
The string that twangs, the drum that beats, the key that plays,
You are the sound from the box,

You are Sound From The Box,
You are music

Under The Countless Rain

Numbers drop on my windshield and the hood,
They bit at my side windows and the back-window,
They knock on my doors,
And then slide until they hit the ground.
Sound at sleep,
She resembles an angel, not that I've seen one,
But the word depicts pure, beauty, and peace,
That, she is, 
Sitting up by my side with her head on her left shoulder.
I can barely see the people crossing,
The motors around me continues to shift shapes,
Until the wipers cleared the view.

The numbers that fall, well in the trillions, as far as I know, 

they don't fall to be counted, they fall just simply,
Tinkling the metal, like the beginning of a song
I turn to her but she was already looking at me, 

I don't know for how long, but she had been staring,
Her eyes, stock on me, as if she sees stars,
Like she was looking at something more than human...

The rain continued to fall, 
and while my hands held the shift, 

her hand rested on mine,
her cold, left hand, 

sent chill up my arm,

and a warmth feeling crept up my chest, 
and the heat on my chicks,
and all of a sudden, 
we were home.


© EOU 2008