BEYOND STANDARDS

A vow never to be broken
the rock never to be shaken
the agony never to be felt
and the way...never to be lost

This is the cry of a rebel
this is the town the path led to
this is the torture the eagle undergoes
this is the guilt of a prisoner
the rage of a terrorist...
this is the pain of going beyond standards

In search of life all your life
in search of a smile yet a frown
in search of white not black
in search of pride yet deep inside lies he humility
in search of trust,honesty and humanity
in search of the none existing
facing the fears,taking the risks,playing the game
yet,avoiding the repercussions
this is the struggle of going beyond standards

The good gone bad,the bad get ugly and the ugly lose humanity
you either are in the game or hustle till the end of he road
the struggle among the four chambers of you heart
the east,west,south,north forces pulling you
you lose your balance and you are reaped off
but... no!

we cant allow to be torn into pieces
we hibernate and when the coast is clear
we paint the mail black and sweep the road clear
we take on the Russian roulette
this is the risk of going beyond standards

until when,no one knows
will the stained get bleached?
still no concrete answer
we reach the hype and never get full
we reach the cross road and get confused....
we play our roles perfectly to keep surviving
we hope hat there is light at the end of the road
or at least there is an end to this road
because the journey back home is double the journey to the unknown

the lies get thicker, the story gets longer
behind the mirror of the smile, the laugh
the ecstasy ,the pride
the class, the dollars
the attitude and the swagger...

lies the fear the humility
the agony.the pain
the disappointment, the guilt
the trauma, the stigma
and the unexplained innocence

The vow is broken,the stone is unturned
the rock is shaken,the tear is shed
the agony is felt.......but the way,, the way is not lost
for this is only the cry of going beyond standards
this is the making of  a story about the twisted direction
to slip but never to fall...

DECEPTION

Raise your glass in a half toast if you have no idea,
but then you can knock yourself out and face your fears,
this is no hate rediscovered,its the culminating point,
for every ice melted away every wood burnt to ash,
don't say it just hash coz all my beliefs are now trash.

for too long av buried my head in the sand,
kept singing along with the music of your band,
and just look,my name encrypted on your hand,
but me,look where unsolicited advice got me,
pushed to the edge of majesty ,
got tangled up,got my circuits crossed by the enemy,
the enemy you created in honesty.

and you gave me something to worry about,
something i shouldn't be so sorry about,
that now everywhere i turn, am met with eyes that burn
eyes that compel me to a destiny ,
my deceptive destiny.

you made me a detour that i may drown with you in this ship,
a ship that is sinking in deep with every manifestation of deceit,
you made me recite a lie and to trust i bid goodbye,
and now all i do is keep asking is everyone is a stranger or a ranger,
if am in danger,
and look where this fear has driven me to,
it built me a booth,and in it are shreds of truth,
you lied to me scattered every piece you had of me.

see all i have left is a question and as good an answer for it,
ask if you know truth,ama give you truth,
truth is redemption from falsity,
truth,is a depiction of fidelity,
truth,is the conformity to reality,

and reality is that you were my idea of cohesion,
relation,formation,until you became that of deception,
and you just had to throw it all in my face,
tremble my base and hasten my pace,
my pace that only led to a dead end,

defying description of a promise,
all i found were ravages of reality,
and yes,i know say this with finality,
if truth exists then its the game you created,
and the only way to beat it,
is simply not to play it.

am not demented but i stand corrected,
your world is no place to raise a hero,
its the place you raise a people,
and those people are the connection to your location,
the inception to deception.......

I'LL WAIT

I shed a tear,but then i smile
this is weird,cant tell why
but i know its clear,coz i cant lie
its all in my face,in my voice and in my eyes
am in love why lie
and for my love i will wait till i die

maybe i havent found you,
only dream about you,
create a picture in my mind,
and if its cute i say rewind,
when fate will have its way,i long for the day
to finally meet you,know you,love you and have you
i'll be in love, why lie
and so for my love i will wait, till i die

this diamond ring on my finger, 
for the alter am so eager
as magnificent as silver,
the message it delivers
i've known you,loved you,and that's why i wanna own you
as lovely as it looks,says the words i do
makes me fall in love,
and thats why for my love i wii wait,till i die
I'm on my own coz your not at home
on a business trip, all the way to rome,
the bed feels cold,and the room is like a hole
am sitted next to the phone,hoping and waiting that you'll call
i've fallen in love why lie,
and so for you my love i'll wait,till i die

it's not alright,coz we had a fight
this night is too long,and i wanna find light
dont leave me crying,i aint that deserving
i wanna say sorry,then call you honey
coz i fell in love,i cant lie
and just for you my love i will wait,till i die

gone are the days,and now its too late
this is fate and man,its too lame
to take my love and leave me crying
you break my heart and leave me dying
we move on in different worlds,
but to my love i still have the words
i fell in love,it was never a lie
and forever my love i will wait,till i die...

CHOSEN FEW

pen and paper is every writers restoration,a philosophers redemption
a readers oasis in this desert of vast scarcity of letters
letters that add up to create nourishment for those those yearn
for words that make them,that remain proof of literacy existence that protect the beliefs of
the no ignorant,no oblivious...that maintain the creativity of the chosen few
they keep the balance of nature....
balance between reality and fantasy
between facevalue and root deep
between you and me...
me that is you,you that is not me
you that has to seek to find me,find us
the chosen few