the five finger rumble

i swung my fingers to the calling,
that i forget i am slapping a heart.

my fingers fall into the rumble of hatred,
that it wildly made its way.

and it landed on the yearn of a lover,
such omen of ill fated truth.

this perception of life as it lingers,
this harbinger of a lesson told.

the forward march of the five fingers,
the silent rhythm of its fold.

and before i realized the dance is over,
the horror had the winning shot.

- benard the jerryboy

the glass candle

the swing was to sleep your soul in peace and tranquil.
the step forth was a plan to ruin your grace.

lose your god and seek revenge.
the sword has always been in your hands.
the hero you are rest dark beneath the smile in his face.
it is the only option you have, to cleanse disgrace.

i am there for you.
let me guide you through this blackened aura.
tattooed by our own sins.
a playground where we've always been.

redmption seeks those who find it.
understand this path is not a redemption.

you will slay your anger within.
you will come home clean.

your hatred and stupidity leads you to the visible stench of your own ego.
it is something i will never guide you or to tell you to let go.
you blood rages with the senseless pain that you crave for.
you know you can't live the day without it anymore.

i am here for you, to let you feel the pain of your ignorance.
i am here for you , to simmer guilt between your ears.
your existence is my freedom.
to let me guide you to his awaiting doom.

shiver, shiver, shiver.
to the illusion of winter your mind creates.
and cry so hard to his righteousness,
for he has abandoned all his hopes.

this life is too far from over,
understand this is a dream.

- fisa ka aiko the concubine

serenade 2.0

the sleep that does not depend, then day was not that it was spent.
so night then was the day of sleep, despite the hustle of the street.
i asked you once that you feel fine, and said yes because you were mine.
so we slept and dance the whole night through, and paint the colours of pink and blue.

until the fire in our hearts just fade, i woke up to find the open gate.
i was told that my love was fine, and not just that she was mine.
alas she left me by the bed, she left me nothing but what she said.
our dance was more than once, but i guess it was something she does not want.

and i asked myself do i feel fine, and not just that she was mine.
this music that our dreams had spun, so finally it fades out in the sun.

- munando the electric disbeliever