Do I even hate the voice inside of me, perhaps I do…It seems as though they are in love with a person that hates the dickens out of you. I call them Zeus. They are closer than we think. Right there in our faces. Peeping, jumping and showing off to humanly bodies and to the world…
All-day a man I call Zeus follows me, telling me I have no way to go besides you. Really, well I have decided from day two, you are not welcome on me anymore. Stop dreaming about me and stop thinking of touching my naked body.
Always a shame to expose my self knowing that this thing is not adhering to human beings’ rules. One man ticking and the other man humping imaging what to do with the sexual rules.
Enough that my uncle was accused of provocation and the victim roams around with the bundle
Zeus, it is, accusing everybody.
Someone tries to contact, my head freezes. Enough of this imaginary Zeus using that lighting finger to squeeze the zest from my skull. My pains are hard, I have to bear it.
Complains or complaints not, it confuses the thoughts.
I cannot help anybody as jealous rage lingers within. Pain blocks me as if my sinuses function at one. My relief comes from no drugs.
This is a hard one indeed, it hesitates to control me anymore. I am programmed with a silver spoon in my mouth. Happy I am to make it though.
I do not care about religiosity, they know it. Speaking to me was a sacred default. Messing up a friendship of all the loved one’s belief. The aftermath cannot be cleaned up.
Memories, so I delivered myself on this cold winter day. Follow us 🤭 Enjoy…
A new day has started
Hopefully it’s not like yesterday
Torturing us over and over again
It’s raining though, new worries are on its way
But thankfully, good memories has started today
Wicked witches you haven’t been wishing for that
Overcomers are what we are for promoting what we’ve got
It’s kind of like, I’m ignored
because of the unknown
I know that life wasn’t so good
for the last three years or so
It’s not my fault as far as I know
even though it seems that I am weary
of everything that life has thrown at us
Don’t get me wrong, I am not my own
life just happened to me this way
Just search your heart for all of my pains
and all of us will understand why I act this way
Oh how they laughed at my yay and nays,
my boys and girls, and all that I have to say
So yes am a bit weary after coming back from France
just because I’ve shared my joys from this wonderful
life I’ve had
So now I needed your charms, you hold it back from us
I suppose I needed to be touched for others to withdraw from me
Believe you me I am not my own, just wait and see what life
has had for thee Indeed because of us.
Interesting enough, these Guyanese people, they walk alone but yet they are free in their minds and the esprit
Their distinct ways for sure reflects their personality type
This can be misunderstood, but in reality they exemplify elegantly quiet ways
I walk in admiration for this land I’ve visited this summer with my daughter who encountered her foes
It changes the mindset of one nation when you get back into a land that’s full of abandance
don’t get me wrong they are full, but lack structure compare to us
On the other hand, I can see greatness coming from the younger generations
So, let’s beware they are not alone
Life seems all good, travelling, walking, talking and taking care of my goods
Then one day lightning strikes me and all hell comes sailing down on us
Taken into captive then locked up for a few
Strung out on this pill I had nothing else to lose
Oh my, its not fun for those who did me wrong
No more tears for us, life is just too confused
Talking to others just doesn’t make sense
They don’t quite understand me anymore
So, it’s time to leave this trud for good