The Bleeding Ray of Sun - By Phil Poho

 

With every walking day, I offered myself up to you.

And with every offering, I burned to shade you.

With every new dawn, I now realise that I gave you my salvation in exchange for your incarceration,

I opened a door to a new world for you,

I met you at the threshing floor where we crossed one another,

I went into your blame, pain and shame as you went into my light, my rest and my glory!

I LOVED YOU!

I DEFENDED YOU!

I desired you, hoped for you,

I kept you.

Now, you are able to knock on doors and hear ripping sound of crying babes,

Now, you urn in illusions of your liberation. You are more exposed to your darkened soul than to steel bars,

You are nire appreciative of my unsullied existance. Now you look at your shoulder and feel the sorching heat,

The burning ray of sun offers you no light nor salvation.

It opens your wounds up to dissapointment, time which can never be regained,

A love which was never lived!

Keepbleeding and I will keep livin for I have returned to my former glory.

I have retired from all desires for you,

for my salvation has returned to me!

Today was the day he brought his gun home,

He held it with pride and a smile on his face,

Like all happiness he ever knew was behind every bullet count the gun carried,

He even forgot of the life he took from me with every slash to my body,

He held it with pride as though he was carrying a wedding ring for me,

The very one I never got for the past 15 years he said he'd bring me,

Like I was not the wife character building him up when he fell,

The pride and joy I wish he would glance me once to remind me of the love we only reconsiled, 

Behind a prostrate of him and his family, he hid it well,

Kept it a secret as well as the beatings, 

Maintaining the image of a good wife while I had no proof to his official ownership, or sense of secrecy,

I was just a tool, like the many others he forgot about since he brought his gun home, 

Having a heated, cold argument, 

He went to the very secrecy he kept his toy, 

The one today I can't talk about because now I bear a bullet in my skull, 

He took life from me and now I'm the very life I felt taken away, 

As I lay here cold and alone, 

I wanna talk to you my sister, full of life and joy, 

Should you ever feel the need for help, reach out and let the world know, 

Leave the very indicencies of a man or woman who knows no love or care, 

Tomorrow it WILL BE YOU LEFT COLD AND ALONE!

I remember a man once,
A man with thoughts much like God,
Hope to love like darkness crawling along death's presence,
A man adored by millions, loved by none,

He, this man of immeasurable worth and stealth,
Shark to a pool filled with fish and many more sharks,
Silence winning him over like sealed packages,
Watching him fade away like he never had a chance,

Gazing upon this soul, pure enough to change any stone to pure gold,
Taken deeper into the depths of hell,
Paralyzed by this anger I feel, the world destroying him deeper inside,
Numbing for a soul understanding that there's no light in his tunnel,
Am I the bridge to his world and happiness
The very same demons that haunt him...? 

What I call Mother!

There is nothing my heart knows than the love you taught me,

From the very day my heart started beating for the first time on its own,

The day you told me you loved me while holding on to me like I was your golden ring,

The day my heart was cut off from yours, 

The day the word 'day' made sense to me like the very milk I drank in you,

You were nothing but the joy my tears told how happy I was,

Beauty in all the pain you felt while giving me this gift of what might feel like an eternity to me,
You were my God, the breathe of life I needed to balance who I was,
My siamese twin bound not by head but by the love you so explicitly give to me,

You bring out the best in me like you're a hero in costume,
Costume only your heart can reveal your truest identity,
You heal my wounds while wiping away my tears,
Promising that the sun shall rise in my face, the sun you were bred out to me,

My wish upon a star shall never grant me what I have found in you,
You are the love beyond the shadows this world offers,
You are just how I never imaged you to be, you are perfect!
You are what I and many more of my age call mother,
You are the lessons I have been taught, my hope!
My Everything!

Heal the world

Heal the world,

Make a better place for the future and all that inhabit it to live in,

Make a yesterday that has no pain or sorrow,

Heal this mother that has been nothing but good to all who live her,

The very womb we are all made from,

Heal the world,

From gun shots piercing its very soul like thunder during a sunny day,

Protect it from the devils that do nothing but harm thy divine beauty,

Be not like those who live in isolation among together-ful nations,

Do that not for me or you, but for us and our children,

Heal the world,

From  tears shed after endless wars and takings of our children beyond their will,

The very world Micheal Jackson shed for, the world that gave us Gods,

A single God we all call in different names,

Heal the world,

From those who plant bombs instead of trees, source to our healthy oxygen,

Be the hero the world needs, among the heroes who have been already passed,

You are the beginning of that change we need,

The very hero that lives in all of us, the love we know quite well!

HEAL THE WORLD!

Not sorry loving you!

I will love you when it suits me right, 
Sacrifice my being for you when I remember to, 
Give you love, the same Jesus gave to His disciples, 
Care enough for you, like you're one with my womb,

I will heal every scar you carry underneath all your burdens,

Call you a million times eventually till you decide to take it,

Allow you to use me like one of your tools your car so amazingly dismangled,

Apologize for every fight you shower my soul and still end up right,

I will shed tears for you and your messed up childhood,

Love you the way your mother did before giving up her last breath,

I will try, build patience the way you ordered me to,

Look at you in the face and spit on it, the typical me so much desires to,

I feel bad it took a thousand years to realize we are no more,

But I know the problem is with me because I tried this hard,

Hard to love you and fix you the way I did with my LEGO toys,

I have tried enough, but I am not sorry loving you!

My curse... My light

I feel numb on occasions that whisper a summer breeze.

Empty with a cup half full of emotions, and sorrow,

Without a song, I am nothing among the many,

Many to those of hearts that beat like drums that hurt,

Hurt the current person I am,

In a war nobody is able to see or sense,

I drown in a river of no sharks silently-senseless,

In search of the melodies that play all around my universe,

Ended in pieces only to be scattered around the globe,

I feel torn in the physical, emotion and the spiritual,

Maybe Mother Mary and I have one thing in common,

The curse that hunt us is the very gift we were bestowed,

No matter how low my faith can be,

One thing, and one thing alone reminds me... I AM HUMAN!

He wakes me with a smile that flashes at me like heavenly delight,

Lifts my spirit as if it was a feather from a dove of pure stainless-ness,

He worries of every pain my body covers, delights in my bundles of joy and happiness,

He overseas my flaws like a prisoner with every care in the world,

And most importantly... He loves me like his Juliet

As he is my Romeo!