Tears II

Tears are the words falling that we just can't speak Tears are only for the strong and not for the weak Tears clean out the emotional painsThey are the deep seeded thorns that stick in our brains Tears are the hurtful memories falling down in watery piecesmaking room for lifes new moments and the lessons it teaches AndFor each salty stain left upon your cheek remember why you cried and begin to dig deep Start your journey to reach your peakThe people you meet along the path you beat will have positive and negative fruit to eat as you rummage in the field of emotional cleansing only your tears can wash your buildingOnly you control the interior design of your mindonly you can shift the furniture to make you shine Don't compare your building with anyone else because everyones cards have been dealt from a different deck yet by the same dealer So consult GOD for he is the ultimate healer The Creater knows from whence those tears came and HE knew when they would fall HE is just waiting for you to make that call to gently ask for what you want HE will repair that esteem that always seems to haunt HE will dry those tears erase the stains and pains but be mindful not to use HIM in vain In order to eat the fruit along your travels you must work and put away your gaveldo not judge your self or judge others cry these tears and use your mothers andall otherswho are quietly waiting for you to ask for what you emotionally needdo it now so you can be freed.
o.n.e.i. 2009

Barracks Playground

Running thru the fields I see daisy weeds
Lost beads and broken swings, abandoned dreams
arguments between dope feigns,
Dirty kids pickin' teams, playin' tag dancin' to sirens.

I see broken glass of long nights passed,
dead birds and cats, street dogs and trash,
hustlers mingling to protect their stash,
prostitutes strutting in my path.
Rimless back boards and ball-less courts,
graffiti on walls, empty packs of Newport's.

I see monkey bars, hot sliding boards,
kids jumping rope with old extension cords.
Bathrooms locked shut, water fountain pressure low,
faded hop-scotch lines which way to go?

I see merry-go-rounds that don't spin around,
see-saws that just go down.
Baseball cages dying of rust, night lights on half them bust.
Grass real high needs to be cut,
running thru the fields I see daises and such.

Police lockin' up the neighborhood drunk,
young boys learning how to dunk.
Girls keepin' rhythm jumping double-dutch,
pig-tails boucin' from a mothers touch.

Running in the field I hear radios blare,
with forties on the curb that cool boys share.
I see the window woman with a cold hard stare.
I see two men walking that look like a pair.
Hormonal teens playin' truth or dare,
one year olds walking with feet thats bare

Running thru the fields I see my whole life,
so I keep on running right towards THE LIGHT

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001