When I’m alone I pen poems.
It’s food for my soul. A road I travel on, cos it leads wherever I want to go.
DESTINATION UNKNOWN.
this road is weary,
so it can’t be controlled.
its story a heavy load,only sheer faith could offload.
But I’m bold,
so I dare to tread on these heavy stones,
hoping that this road will show me what secrets I hold inside
and each stride will symbolize
a destiny to follow.
So I pick up pace,
Moving through the pages.
Sifting through the ages.
Stages of staying awake under the million eyes of the almighty with no face, penning crazies.
(Whatever takes me.)
Cos my soul is free and my feet walk breezy,
Easy like Sunday morning.
(Easy though,)
‘Cos I know about those lone cold moments that bring universal forces unknown.
Willing to come and slip me off my lonely road.
To slow my roll till I roll in slow.
Sole soldier strolling in, trudging tracks in shitty snow..
‘Ce la vie’ so the saying goes.
So each step will leave my mark in the mould. For what sets me apart from the fold,
Just WHO I BE?
or do I call me ‘Soldier’
Because I seek ‘Jah in my soul?’
Then I wonder where I’m going?
What keeps me rolling lonely?
Sole soldier stroll the sweet unknown no seeming goals to guide me. Breeze by so free of strife, my life seems set to take life lightly,
and rightly! ‘
Cos nightly..
I pen my soul on scrolls,
Scribbling my woes, like stories told
In Ann franks diary.
In my own little world
I swirl curves,
merge verbs,
murdered ink now churned into absurd words flowing with intensity..
(Shh, divinity’s occurring.)
all my worries go blurry,
As my rapid Biro scrawling calms my spirits restless stirring..
This world is full of pain and hurt,
So the only way to find peace
Is to release a piece of my mind here to ease the burden.
Worse case scenario,
This here could be my final curtain.
I don’t know much about life,
but I know this much:
“life’s uncertain”
So each word emerging burns with a certainty that
the spirit beyond my human will guide me,
till i reach the end of my Journey.
Knomad24 