Feeling of displacement aside
Out of place, dis-appreciation all dim lights
I need something that’ll shine
A sign to show I’m welcome
Part n’ parcel of the gang
But everything is so distant
In one place I was guaranteed and belonged
Where the drums beat loudest
And my heart comes in whole
Where the smiles are abundant
And everything breathes hope
Recognition doesn’t matter
The only place my name n’ fame doesn’t count
Safe abode where my mind is in peace
And my body comes in handy
But …
I look forward, I see blank faces
Full with disappointment, disgust and pity
I wasn’t part of them, that, not a doubt
I wasn’t even like them, can’t be figured out
Where could I possibly fit
A place where I wouldn’t be a misfit
Somewhere I was calm
Not dense n’ damp
The sound of music, the feel of innocence
My daily constant dose of heroine
Every sniff sends me flying
Pass everything n’ I’ll do it good
As long as it’s a note with a tune
A lyric like do-re-mi-the chords
They look corny while they’re at it
But the way they’ll pull it off is just MAGIC
Head : Side to Side , Waist : Likewise
Beauty in the making, utterly breathtaking
But all I wanna do is sing
Whether it’s Pink or Elvis Presley
The beats of the track slowly on crazing
When I say B.N.P
I don’t mean … Before Nubian Prince
I mean … Bra, Knickers n’ Pants! LOL
♥ Rockphile
Yeah, that’s poetry by my baby sister. She’s a rock fanatic, as you can see it in her “name”. I discovered she does poetry because she would take my incomplete journals or get us to buy her journals every other month. Not that I’m snoopy *in my defence* … lol, but I happened to land on one or two of her poems and I thought WOW. So I asked her if I can do a guest poem on my blog. I love how she writes. Here’s another one she’s done here before (You Are Special).
QUOTE OF THE DAY
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.” ~ Joan Didion
Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*