To Kill the Killer

If there is a killer on the loose,
everybody is wondering whose gonna die next.
But you are different, you are the killer that possesses the mind of a victim.

Why pick that knife up? Why slit your own wrists?
Why count those many pills? Why take that overdose?
Why find that rope? Why tie it round yo kneck?
Why go to that river? Why drown yourself in?
Why give up your hope? Why refuse to take those pills.

If there is a killer on the loose,
he has your picture and it might be X'ed.
But I am different, I am the killer that kills the mind of the victim

I will take the knife and cut the rope from the hanging man
I will take the rope and throw it to the drowning man
I will take the pills from the overdosing man
I will give the pills to the sick and hopeless man.

If there is a killer on the loose,
he wont kill you unless he is.....YOU!!

A Life In Many Lives

A dancer hidden behind the sounding drums.
An apocalypse dawning before the end of time.
Too sudden for all like a thief in the night,
She was born into the world and was scornfully bred.

Her innocence lost within the sting of a life
that engraved its insignia underneath her skin.
For once she was, fresh as cherry blossoms,
now lays cocooned in her own shrine of bitterness.

She is...
A soul desperate for notice among thousands.
A soft wind whistling through an empty chasm.
A girl loathed and betrothed to a dying hope.
A life that lost its own and now lives in many lives.

Inspired by Nambula Nyambe's eponymous quote; ''A life in many lives''.

My Happy Birthday

Ever needed a hug on a cold and restless night?

Ever wanted a kiss in the deaming moonlight?

Even scarecrows get scared sometimes

and they hide behind the stacks of corn.

Ever hoped for peace in the middle of a fierce fight?

Ever wished you'd paint the skies with a thousand kites?

Even angels walk on the ground sometimes

and they rest their wings perfectly untorn.

Ever felt that the world was as cold as a frostbite?

Ever dreamt of love that warms you up like a farenheit?

Even heroes have wounds that bleed sometimes

and they softly cry from the prick of a thorn.

Ever needed a friend when perils are on first-sight?

Ever prayed a thief to never steal your birthright?

Even I have thoughts like these sometimes

But I wish to thank God for the day I was born.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY To Me !!!!!