Untiltled

Pleading with time again, Wishing to see clearly through these tears and not with such strain. Our mothers purposefully omitted the snakes and thorns from the grass in their stories Those situations not clean cut and from person to person varies Dependant only and exclusively on the amount of integrity each person carries. This meek attempt at rhyming and writing is to document the significance of this time If this wasn’t my way, my salvation I would turn my artistry to that of a mime. Let the tears fall down my cheeks very slow, burning holes on my cheeks and sides of my face If tears were sustenance, you would witness me wither away, perish with no trace. This scrapes the very depth of me. Everything on this earth is overrated, with 1 exception, 1 truest and most genuine and awaited The one that forgets and forgives past tenses, even yesterdays past seems so dated From the 1st time, 2nd time and the years that the universe keeps us mated This battle tank I am aboard, will go down with me in it, I will not tire or become jaded. Remain the captain of this ship, there were promises made, proclamations well and proudly stated Lost, ripped, broken and a little bit tainted, in your arms I remain and in your heart as a cooperative soul gated. This love here will remain the source, gift & curse. These tears its price. And I sure hope these attempts salvage me, in this lack of education, to better attack this current situation. Maybe until then I could try to find the perfect mime to portray this devastation.

Gino Obuseng

Kicking & Screaming

From within i look, still inside, i look beyond and feeling, beyond little butterflies swing & corroding the lining of my stomach. From within i stare, breathing, still, heaving, staring outward and reflecting only through vision what eyes can see, what eyes only look like. From within i dare myself, above and under. Limitless. Boardering compulsion to combust, round & round i go halting only when i hit these corners. I feel like a pinball game, praying this machine wont accept anymore quarters. Screaming & stomping to the ground, 'how could our fore fathers not warn us'? Spirals & curls, Spirals & curls. This is the sight from my minds eye as the dome of my being is BEAT, that drum loud like a smoke signal in despair shouting from the core of the crowd 'i'm here, i have always been here'! Someone took my spot. I fell asleep maybe, this queue cant possibly be 27 years long. Back & forth, back & forth. Sing the lyrics, forcing the tune to the wrong song. The pieces to my puzzle wont fit. I squint playing in the dark. Unlimited lives, but never hitting the mark. Howling & barking, howling & barking at the sun as it rises, at the full moon shining. I keep waving goodbye at the old day as it passes, biding farewell to yesterday. Not knowing that remnants and dust still linger like a stain. Climbing & tying, shaking & crying. This is my declaration to all wrong, all things not positive. I look up to the sky, 'Oh Lord, give me peace'. As i kick away the chair from under my feet. This is my goodbye to an aged Life, an expired sadness. I shall not be defeated. I stand in the frontline of MY house, my new lease. Unwelcome are burdens. Kicking & screaming. I will not go down without having declared war! Gino Obuseng