Matters Of The Heart And Mind

My heart is a fight

Afraid to take this flight

It involves both mind and heart

But sometimes even the kind hurts

Though I'm falling and enjoying the swing

I'm afraid I could be just onother fling

I'm in love again,I can't help but laugh

But still,afraid it may end up rough

My heart thinks you're precious

But my mind warns to be cautious

I got you tapped in my blood

You even made my hemoglobin thicker

You are all over my mind like floods

Yet your sight makes my legs grow weaker

Please forgive my resilient

This is the result of Bad exprience

I have torn before,another tear I'll not survive

I have cried all this time,thank heavens I'm still alive

Please don't stop this fight,untill the war is over

Let's destroy all the walls and clear everything clear and plain

Let's ensure that no obstacle is left in the rear, that may bring on pain

So that When this fight is Over there will be no casualties but lovers and loyalties

I have learnt the Hard way You have to conquer the Lust in Order to Last, In These matters of Heart and Mind

(C) Poeticghibson 2014

I Think Am Loosing My Religion!

I Think Am loosing My Religion!

I'm on the verge of loosing my religion
Somebody must stop This madness
For what I see is the master Devil,Legion
But I will rest neither will I settle for less
These must come to an eternal halt

They are like different buses on transit to unkanown but common destination
Christianity,Islam,Hindu,Budhists all the same
To heaven To take they all claim
Somebody stop these, less I loose my Religion!

Oh Heavens I Beseech
Curl the blue sky and Rain me with ink that my pen won't drain
For I'll be Tempted to write with my own blood, Before I loose my religion And the will to live

And as You pour me with Rain InK
May You as well Shower Me with Wit
That I'll Know what not to write
That I Shed more Light

I think am loosing my religion for I pay for a miracle that will never Be
Churches are no longer Safe
Not even for the babyface
A bullet is lodged In baby CypriAn brain
That's why I demand rain

Mosques are no longer places of worship but classrooms For Murderers
Islam is no longer the religion of peace
In they Are carrying fire pieces
As Priest are busy selling Prayers to the poor
Sheikhs are all in delight for mass killings
Without a single shred of shame
They wine and dine as they claim Fame
No guilt will make them Quit
These Has To Stop Less I loose My RelIgion!!
[C]poetic ghibson.4th April 2014
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Is This The Change?!

IS THIS THE CHANGE?!

In arms our fore-fathers took to the forest with range
A time had come for freedom and change
With blood they sealed the change treaty
For their future grandChildren's treat
And now we're free I can't help but wonder
Is this the Change?
Through out their had and agonising fight
They had time for their loved one's plight
Children always looked forward to the evenings by the fire
For stories as the pot cooked
Now we're free I can't help bt wonder
Is this the Change?
Even after day's long work
Everything seems wrong
No one I eager to go home
I too want to stay a little longer
Tired to get home early only to languish in agony
Of seeing the dissapointed faces
Yet we're free ,I can't help but wonder
Is this the Change?
The touts tries in vain
To lure a group of uninterested home goers
I watch as he shouts hiked bus fares like a mad man
Its clear society has lost all welfare
And now we're free ,I can't help but wonder
Is this the Change?
And as it gets dark in the night
A beggar gives up and folds in his old mat
The streets are now in frenzy
And guards takes their position in the deserted alleys
Its no longer safe I conclude
And I too head home in the valleys
We 're free indeed but I can't help but wonder
Is this the change?
I leave behind a street crowded by hungry street urchins
For a Change I pass by the park And here anOther crowd is sitting watching the pigeons

Now I shake my head and wonder
Are free? Is this the change our fore-fathers ranged for

(C)poetic ghibson 17th March 2014

who cares for the ghetto?!

Who Cares For The Ghetto!!
Nobody cares for the ghetto
A place where only the unfortunate settle
Not Even the garbage collector
Nobody want to empty bins with no butter cans in the gutter
Who cares for the ghetto?
The home of pain and societal disdain
Nothing comes out plain
Onother look on the bills
And a mother pops onother pill
Not that she is ill
But end months brings no thrill
The voice of the landlady and fear shrills
Nothing seems sure
Anything can happen,especially the worst
Even the guards are afraid of their own shadows
Anxiety hangs in the air like disturbed cobwebs
Tension speak louder with the aid of irritating oduor
Does anybody care for the ghetto?

[C]gibsonthepoet 2014
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Death Wish!!

WHEN I DIE Don't Do THESE!
It's been a strife
Bt now it's over
Don't wish me luck
Mine was a life of lack
Don't make it big
I lived like a pig
Do not fake
Make it a piece of cake
Do not mourn
I spent mine mourning
Right frm the mornings
Do not cry over my death
Mine is a blessing in disguise
Don't put a watch on my wrists
It still hurts frm handcuffs injuries
Do not praise me I can't here
I'm dead and I won't raise
Don't bury me in gold
Mine was not the life for the bold
Don't bury me with a Budge
I didn't Dserve one when I was judged
On my burial do not slaughter Oxen
When I Lived I culdn't afford a Dime a Dozen
Don't make my final benefactors labor and
Strife to get to my fresh for their berries
I already did that in my life
So don't make my casket of hard wood
Make it soft for termites to reach with ease
their food
I'm sorry for my restrictions
Maybe if you did them I will still be living
Sad you didn't do now I'm leaving
To the world of non living my final
destination!
[ C] poeticghibson