Dreamstate

My bed is an ocean of ideas

But my home kills my dreams

I lie awake for hours with my eyes closed

My sleep is in the future

My castles are yet unborn

I keep reaching for rainbows

But wait...

Why so thick the dark clouds that hold me back

My wealth is in religion 

My faith rises 

Manifested in insane crescendos of "amens" 

Are we blinded in belief 

Or irresponsible ignorance 

Sold down by generations of selected secrets 

Or intentional lies

Are we blinded by hope 

Or Because...

      Because too much blood has been lost in          the struggle already 

      Our seeds have been enriched by the tears        of widows and the blood of innocence.

      Power has drunk deep beyond the flesh to        the very souls of people it pledged to        

      protect

      While our dead decay by the second 

      We pray for a resurrection to pale faces     

      our ancestors didn't know

      The same faces who feel more        

      comfortable 

      With us limited or in chains.

My bed is wet with tears of realities dreamed 

But never lived. 

My home is a place where even I am not safe

Raped severally by my fathers 

Betrayed by my brothers 

Sold by my mothers into the mistakes they refuse to correct

Seduced by my sisters and broken by their absence 

A teachers knowledge is a thin line away from his corruption 

The healer's hands are shaky from guilt 

The preacher lifts his hands but even he loses faith

             My freedom is in my own hands

             I can live it in my dreams 

             Or bring my dreams to this life

             Against all odds 

             

The Future We Must Never See

Living but dead
Breathing on a time line
Free but in chains
Every face you see is a victim
Desperate for home again...
If there is a home left
You lie in a bed hungry
Yet you are lucky
Here we are chained to a cold floor
Belly down; naked
Our thorn flesh is not offencive to them
Male and female all get penetrated as pass time rituals
I saw a girl
With half a face
To me she said "I was once beautiful"
She begged our captors to tear off my face too
She could not stand what beauty was left of me
If there was any beauty left

We have been turned into animals
Feeding on eachothers pain and ignorance
Screaming for blood every now and then
Blinded to the realities that once bounded us
BROTHERHOOD
Same tongue
Same skin
Same blood... But we are all enemies
My daughter is 12
She doesn't know me anymore
She is a domestic slave
She holds a spoon or a penis
I watch her from this floor
As she performs her "duties" with no expression
There is no life in her eyes
No fear either for she has forgotten the value of life

We used to be beautiful 
We used to be happy
We would dance on the streets on new year's eve
Now you are lucky if you die
For only the dead are free from this war
That is if...
Usman isn't holding another chain
Waiting
For you on the other side
For this is not hell yet
Not yet...

HERE IS MY BACK

This is my back
Take your best shot
This is all I have left 

A NEW BEGINNING

And I walked awayHeart heavy...Be unmistakenWalked away from your warmth 

UNTAMED

Within the light

Within that morning smell

You are in my belly 

In my words in my thoughts

My being and soul interwoven with yours...

The distance can't break us 

I thirst for you always

My hunger can not be appeased

My heart is lost in a search for new ways to capture forever with us

We are one but not the same

Distant, different, but entangled and untamed 

©Kyng David 2016.

YOU CAN STOP THE RAIN

Am caught in the rain in the best place possible
Your arms shelter me from harm
It's a sudden calm
In your eyes i see a reflection of friendship
Love leads the pace
so i just follow like sheep

THE STRENGTH OF A WOMAN

A woman's strength is in her beauty.
A woman's beauty is in her grace...
Her silence,
her honesty,
her dignity,

LITE BY DARKNESS

Do not mock me because I have a need
I was once a Princess to an honorable man
Do not mistreat me because you do not know my worth

THE GATE

I stood still,
Wondering what life held for me beyond this point
My instinct was silent...
It held me no lamp to see the future

HOW COULD I NOT LOVE YOU

How could I not love you
My heart is in your hands and yours in mine

I NEED A PROOF LORD

She stands at the Conner
Half a fist of hope in her hand
Her heart whispers
Yesterday was better than this

DO NOT PASS ME BY GENTLE SAVIOR

Alone...
In a world filled with people, but I am alone
Unknown is my tomorrow
But my dreams burn like fire in my bones
My hands have toiled
My field is watered
I really could do with some oil
That mark of Your Spirit Lord to show that I am not alone
So I sing ...