i could write about a thousand things that mean the same.

say and stay the same.

keeping my words ever so tame.

like compare this rain to the nights of loneliness, reverted and disguised as pain. 

i could stare out this window, & pretend that you don't know 

as i put on this show of screaming and howling like you done stepped on my toe.

but as long as the clouds & sky stretch for miles.

this will always come simply to me as are my smiles.

Gino Obuseng

Angel's Tears

The rain has me on some trip,

its breeze taking my hand & drifting me away slowly into a sweet-scented cool mist of memories...

Memories of you, of me, of him, of her and plenty of them many of those forgotten only to be remembered by the rains pure smell.

The grey sky is tainted with red, some say gloomy, and truly maybe it should sit heavy on my head, but as it seems like the radio volume dial turned clockwise, 

the pitter-patter of the drops increase. 

my mind starts screaming words at my pen.

increasing is the electricity in my brain inspired completely by this rain. 

Gino Obuseng

think about it

so in my attempt to try, my attempt to lose, control, to shed, this attempt

to hold on, the many sour attempts to love, someone, failed. not so much in myself but 

the strength to continuously attempt to puncture beliefs set before even my fore-mothers of stereotypical bullshit that has kept many souls imprisoned, captivated almost always capsizing the minds over their weak souls.

i wonder how much strength they "think" they have in their domes when death can stop them mid thought and still their spirit lives on, think about it!

Gino Obuseng

hold her

maybe in that access love she doesn't know where to put her misplaced feelings.

so she runs to the unfamiliar, the shaken like her soul, the desperate to hold on...

and so intensely lost loves, paternal, she cries so loudly!

Gino Obuseng