Tee2emm

Be proud enough to dance in your grave, Our mother still cherish the cloth you brought her. To the right you stood bold and brave While her shattered soul you bound together Having you, she has lost count of what she used to have. Your mind has left and indelible footprint, Goliad's foot may not even fit. To our foul breaths you brought mint. Try as many times as you breathe, dead will make you quit So the books of tomorrow will elaborate your hint. If Messiahs don't come from Judah alone, Africa has surely seen one. You may be gone but our thoughts will keep your clone Burning, white and pure like a baby swan The yield of your labour we now own. Be proud enough to dance in your grave, Like the feet of a freed slave. Be proud enough to dance in your grave For what you fought for, we now have. Thomas Tee2emm Bot

Now I know, for the sun to rise and set, it is tidious, More tidious is, what it takes for it to conquer the night. Things that used to sly easy are now serious, I used to be in the dark but distance has walked me into light. I've never underestimated what you mean to me But now I see it more clearly and vividly. You are the broom that used to sweep this house But loneliness has come to litter my heart What is the use of a cat without its mouse. I could master any other art But this loneliness runs a realm of its own, Though without a gold plated crown nor throne. I have survived one more day But now I tick and tock with the Midnight's clock. I have learnt what the whining mosquitoes say This heart is like a broken door without a lock. This Good-by was way easy to say But now my calendar seems to count skipping a day. These days I just starve and pray But I'm sure, soon, the winds will blow you back this way. Thomas Tee2emm Bot

Pitching tents in wrong places, We become the odd faces. Odd as we're, we're the face lift, Clouds to darkness. We've dared to stray from the norm, Where the said we must conform We chose the backdoor instead, We were wrongly bred. Be the skewed that becomes cute; The new song on an old flute. Walk away from blues into bliss. Quiet doesn't mean peace. Thomas Tee2emm Bot

I may not believe in things you believe Should that be the yardstick on which we live? I may lust after waters in a bowl But you prefer yours in a slim bottle The choices we make must be our choosing We make our beds, but others make our graves A man is entitled to what he craves I may be straight where you have dents and flaws That will never mend my own broken wing Who's decision is what is right and wrong? Defiance to biology and norms We are eaten by evolution's worms Should this be considered another phase? Man lusting man, Bree yearns to feel Pam's curves Singing same song, just in different words What if we all pleasure in our make up? Man would've found a lid for his big cup If the maker made us with chance to choose That same chance to choose we must never lose The future shouldn't be fed to swine of wimps

Dreamy days covered in childish fog Even nightmares were awesome How was I to know life is gruesome? I wouldn't have craved to grow in such a gog Should I run backwards down this tunnel of time I'll climb trees and bruise my knees Play with the hive in grandma's farm and get stung by bees Loath a little more in ignorance and excuse from crime If I could be a child again I'll insist for a picture with you dad Watch and smile how my misdemeanor drives you mad Being a child again is a leave of absence from anger, hurt, hate and pain . If i could be the young me again I'll be a child fully There will come a time when childhood's sun will wane Then the rise of adulthood's cruelty.

Trade hate, hurt and blame for love Break bars, sacrifice a dove Sow seeds of tolerance and peace Let guns go and bombs too please Dig deep graves for past grudges Make molds to mend burnt bridges Wrongs written in sand wipe with ease

Step after step further into the dark Wolves hauling, it must be my demon's park Atychiphobia fastened heartbeat Too fast it slows the feet A wilting and waning faith Calling for a baptismal bath Smiles don't heal the hurt inside Still I strode with a loath ful stride One last try, one last try, cried a faint will

Back at this old train station again The bench here still has your buttocks' stain The air here still wears the words you said The ground of our separation was laid I hear the honk in the distant The memories flood in in an instant Lovers scampering to board this train I can see their impending pain It wasn't supposed to be goodbye goodbye Yet the date's date came but sadly went by This station was to be the rendezvous I've been here countlessly, still can't find you Was it something I said or did wrong? This train station has become my old sad song

Dark days Little by little light drains Emotions burn and passion wanes Blanket of clouds over the sun Froze bitten, all feels numb Dark days Time slips yet nothing matters Flood of tears, no kerchief can stop Heart drained of blood, all goes spinning All roads lead to the same dead end Dawn of dark days, wake of abyss.

Sometimes men wear wings Thus, soaring beyond human imaginings. Sometimes we sit and watch time fly by And nothing seems bright hard as we try. Other times we kiss the sun And the moon jealously burns. Sometimes, a second's effort is all it takes, And we are there with our multi-coloured cakes. Read more and pray even more For success awaits by your door. Wishing a lovely lady success.

I know this lady She has the smile of a daisy The heart of a pearl One that makes you homely like you're where angels dwell Then Sun soars in spite the blanketing clouds Of her inward and outward beauty, she must be proud In her never-waning smile, she must pride Beauty is not only reserved for those with sight If it were, what would be said of the night? I don't see you, yet I see your beauty I've not touched you, yet I know your gentleness Be beautiful, So you were crafted to be. Be nice, As though you don't have a choice. Be kind, Therein, your peace you shall find. I love you and always will my friend Smile cos I'm smiling. Laugh cos it will brighten my darkened night. Spread your arms cos I want to hug you. Listen cos I want to whisper gently in your ears. Stretch your feet cos you don't need to get up. Talk cos I want to hear your sweet reassuring voice. Choose a place cos I want to take a walk with you. Jettison the thou

I do love the sweet songs this silence sings In time it sets my soul free, soaring high Chains and binds broken, my hands sting, quills bleed Poems are my sight, for they bring me to light. Bit the quiet nights bye , ring of stars await Swine's feet with a ring, I must now awake Now set to swing and sway, find my heart beat A new wing, flip-flop, tick-tock time won't stop Whistling while I dawdle down this life's wild Bing! The dawn of life comes with wings to fly .

Her Sun rose on the east today with a new hue Walking with majestic strides of a royalty Obviously now something awesome is a-brew Watching quietly, patience running out slowly It is time the February sweet song starts playing The dumbfounding live orchestra that the wild plays It’s the month lovers sit and watch Cupid slaying Hearts and thoughts, who knows the right time or what it says Let its Sun set on the barren hearts that have frowned Let its beautiful rays burn the hate we now bear Let it bring back those days only love ever owned When red clothes, depicting our bleeding hearts, we wear Here is where we stand on the drowning shores of love Letting our lazy hearts flaunt themselves  like a dove