Written on 19th B'day

19 years ago

.

in my ma's womb i lay

the darkness suffocating me

its walls seem to say

you are a prisoner

.

i kicked and i pushed

and struggled in vain

with her each moan of pain

i smiled

.

i came out at last

covered with bloody waste

.

but

.

only the cage is bigger

am still a prisoner

.

and

.

the first breath

of life

was a cry

of anguish

.

echo-ing still

all over

.

poverty & richness

poverty

when the layers and layers

i wrap myself around with

rob the richness buried inside

from sharing, expressing

touching the world

outside

.

richness

when the desolate

barren poverty outside

cant seep inside

but

change to something beautiful

touched by that

faint little glow

deep inside

.

your words--2

your words

incessant rain drops

making wet translucent patches

on the veil

.

glimpses of

beautiful shadows

of hidden silence

waiting for the waltz

.

rain drops turn midnight mist

as music plays

still wraping the silence

buried deep within

.

mushroom at a cemetery

childhood

safely buried

6 feet under

drugs, abuse and sex

.

some little softness

burnt to ashes

on which dogs roll

around funeral pyres

.

naked innocence

freshly bathed

left for vultures

on the mute towers

of indefference

.

as

.

sparkling eyes

hold back

hungry hands

reaching for

the spat chewing gum

.

only

the red flowers

in the hand

wither in shame

.