Walk

Walk..
Just keep walking, but never you talk,
Walk..
Keep pacing, look where your facing,
Walk..
Keep going, never start slowing,
Walk..
Constant speed.. Steady and take Heed,
Walk..


Walk until you reach your destination,
Walk until you preach appreciation,
Humble yourself,
One must feel internal wealth,
Walk a path that leads life,
Avoid crawling a route that seethes strife,
We walk with intention and purpose,
But sometimes our feet cannot serve us.
What do we do for resilience?
To use against cantankerous callous & bruising of belligerence..


The walk of life is more than a right..
Of passage, in which we build the fight,
One must always deny the dexterity of defeat,
The laceration of loss, the swelling of futile feet,
Jolt thy joints in the direction of which aspiration points,
Not sacrilegious; but achievement awaits those, who the walk anoints,
Keep up the kinetic, otherwise forget it!
A weary walk of worry will stay indebted.
Walk to where you will in this world,
Walk until the slabs you step upon allow your dreams to unfurl.

Stressed

Creeping up and into you such as an IV in your last hours,

How vain?

Taking over you like a trip to the twin towers,

Disaster and pain,

Anger precipitates precariously,

I’ll have you facilitate fearing me,

You’ll come to understand..

Why I use fist and not hand,

But really require hand and not fist,

Rather be slapped than to be kissed,

I don’t like ANYONE or ANYTHING,

But only for the seconds I stress-sing,

Migraine,

Pressure built up like a stainless steel kettle,

My pain,

Gruesomely painful – it’s an impaling stinging nettle,

Too serious?

Are you Delirious?

Even Eddie saw Red,

Like the fire I bled,

Who nose?

It’s the incensed head-pumping that causes flows,

Blood streaming full of anger,

Each droplet causing the direction to meander,

Anyone can now fall victim,

Stress blurs the logic to how you pick them,

The reason is not always the target,

And this is the match stick – the flame of problem, we spark it.

Stressed,

You guessed!

What gave it away?

The absent stare aided by the twisted lips on display,

But one should never window shop,

Understand the bottom before you judge the top,

There’s always another angle to cover,

I need to be lifted to recover,

This cant be done sober,

Equilibrium is Mars and I’m the Rover,

Can’t stop until I find that, for which I am looking,

But in this state – one’s reality will forever be crooked.

Meditate.

Why Is It So Hard?

Awoken by this solid surprise,
I didn’t instigate this when I closed my eyes..
Terrible tough textured brute,
Only 1 of 2 things he would suit,
There will be no end, so I don’t understand the start!
Why is it so hard?

Protruding, pervasive… persuasive?
Trying to go above and beyond with no space ship,
Intangible, not malleable – stiff to the spot,
Push too hard – strain pain and becomes too hot,
Needs to be put away, needs to be put down,
Drum like – in the way it can create sound,
Crude!

Tempted to touch,
Exempted from rush,
There is a solution,
Release of convolution,
Artificial satisfaction,
Authentic submergence needed, even if only a fraction,
“Just the tip”,
Better to drink your sin than to sip,
Why is it so hard?
Find resolution rather than reason,
We are animals – IT happens without meaning.

He’s Gone

No way!

Can’t be..

How Long?

My don!!

He’s gone



Primary perplexity,

Trying to understand why would you play such a perverse joke?

Verified but vexing me,

Not possessing the permeating polyester to allow this in to soak,

Metaphorically..

Metaphysically?

No Science or linguistics can explain this state,

Just like I cannot love THEIR hate,

I do not understand this to be true,

Or more I cannot stand to lose you,

My friend, my support, my source of removal from any stress I'm suffering,

Quick with a title for me to search and laugh at; to get buffering,

But it was more than just that,

You had my back,

And understood the depth that many lack,

BUT

So many just didn't know..

They just didn't know!

Understanding is sometimes like vegetation that we sow,

Until you spend time to unearth it, you never know the beauty it could grow,

Such was the soul of my late, great friend,

Can we have just 1 more debating moment to spend?

Can I ‘Trap’ his soul with just 1 more song?

He’s Gone



Why is it that the kindest get taken?

The most genuine suffer an early cycle breaking,

Why didn't he pedal rather than run?

Why didn't he run rather than pedal?

Since he left without saying bye, my spirit won’t settle,

I still look to his messages,

Helpless as a pessimist,

Attempt to reply back,

But stop and blame myself for this messiness,

I didn't check on why he didn't reply,

I text 4 times thinking “where the hell is Si?”

We don’t expect the worst,

And we don’t respect the hearse,

That could await us all defenceless - as there is no weapon, 

When time calls your name, you are gone in a quick second, 

Just like my friend, 

Fist fight to the end, 

In your name and for your honour, 

I will strive & dedicate all I do to you my brother.


Love Glitz..