Writing Blog

When we live in a world Surrounded by the infinite and the unknown There’s no need to endure in the binary We cannot be captured in ones and zeroes And boxes demanding to be ticked  Our presence is much more Than what the world presumes

Look up at the sky See the birds circling above? One day, it’ll be me up there Reveling in the wings that set me free

But even then Will you still be the rhyme to my rhythm? For as we conquer streets, cities and kingdoms I’d still want to keep your words close to my beats

Spray cans fly, leaving tracks in their wake Art that is scorned  Even though we say Creativity comes in all forms

Masterpieces that forced Behind white paint Even when those colours  Brighten streets otherwise grey

The works from the Bronx Have just as much culture  As the renaissance, so why Why do we relegate the movement to the gutter?

So take a step back Revel in the colours  And watch as the love in your heart Plants seeds, grows and flowers

There’s a tranquility in hip hop A culture carving a path  Through words that flow like water And a syncopated rhythm that forces It way into my heart beat These aren’t just words They’re rhymes with power Chosen to change To shape this unforgiving world To give freedom and wings For the desperate who still believe

She was an architect Creating skyscrapers filled with dreams Their silhouettes touched the skies As they made their way To the stars

Can you still call yourself An artist If your pen lays gathering dust Forgotten Abandoned Disregarded? Can you still call yourself  An artist If the paintings in your mind Remain a figment of your imagination Creating worlds of colour That die in your dreams?

Love It’s heralded as a gift When in reality It’s the nature of our existence For even the smallest of creatures Needs love For its not a sacred sentient But another memory to live on

Even on a stormy night You were there A soft white light dropped Into the darkness Clearing the path for a new day

Something that has been written Over a million times throughout history Can still feel new In the hands  Of a poet in love

I wish I knew  How to deal with loss Without having to carve out A part of my heart

I chained myself to the earth Metal weighing down my feet And dreamed of open skies Instead of reaching out And unlocking the prison I’d built

I never believed  That life could fall apart  In moments Never believed Until it was me Who was surrounded by carnage

I stood still through fire And storm A second  Enduring the gods’ wrath And another Dealing with my own 

He was the soldier  Who left his war For me

The angel Who turned against heaven For me

The one who raised me From perdition Without a second thought

And in turn All I could do  Was teach him the ways  Of humans and hunters And call him family As I held on to him Knowing in the depths of my heart He would stay by my side Even after the world ends

She was home When we had none A quiet love Unconditional And eternal Never leaving me alone She kept me warm With the sweet weight of memories We Winchesters had built within her

Thank you, Baby