Adult Call

He wanted to reduce me to himself
he thinks he equates to much
reduce me to him and reduce me to nothingness
bury my existence

Day and night he trod on my sacrifice
I am available
available for the insult,
to nurse his failed self
relieve him of his shadow, defeat
and his companion paranoia

Definitely my escape was offensive
my reputation he has turned into his play ground
But I say, the child must play until the adults call him in from the field
"Time to go home Child!"
and home he goes.
The adult call.

Blame Not Ambition

Blame not ambition
when your eyes brim with a longing
a strong yearning to ascend
that slays many in your wake
leaving you to the coddling of self gratification.

When you plunge headlong in to the undefined
only to discover your already moulded self in the slime of society
retreat you think you must, but will yourself repellant to such thought
and establish an acceptable existance.
The moulded decay to fit in the slime.

A glance in the past,
awashes you with a much despised nostalgia
that wisdom bids you to embrace.
You daren't.
Your mind perceives your filth and
your conscience is repulsed
your will in fright..
the blame ought to go somewhere.
Ambition!

Blame not ambition.

SunRise

I see the sun rise,
peeking through the clouds
like it cannot wait for its imminent birth to the earth.
Majestically emerging out of the heavens
a rich orange, yellow brilliance asserting domain over creation's sight
it seems to rise and rise..
and so do my hopes and dreams,

the sun rises and my hopes come to life
peeking through the clouds of confusion
embracing a birth to the present future
becoming substance
like the sun my dreams rise
and they rise beautifully.

when it sets, taking the reality with it into the unknown,
ushering in a darknes ,
my dreams cling to the skies
and they wait for it to rise again
it will always rise
and rise beautifully.

we chanted

Once we chanted,
No change! No change! Our man!
we needed it and indeed he was the harbinger- of a stifling immortal 'no change'
we chanted for democracy and peace
that glimpsed at us briefly before slowly slipping into the power hungry mouths and stomachs of a few.
The chant was derailed and  today,

Today every one chants
they chant for their insatiable humongous bellies
the old men chant for their mistresses
the young chant for the next upsurge into high society
every one chants for self.

Those, whose consciences are lucky to chant for even the flimsiest of democratic values, 
chant a massive halo of tear gas into their faces
but still we chant
and I say,
let's chant
One day, the chant will bring a clean wave of freedom, equality spiced air that will stay
and we'll chant no more
for now, until then,
Let's chant

My first post

battling with excitement,
crafting it to be perfect
needing it to sound right
knowing not what to expect
my first post,
of no great cost
save 4 my treasured time
in the dead of the night.