you and I
and this calm before the storm
The passion in your eyes
dark clouds storming over starry skies
streaks of lightning in your smile
raindrops washing tearful nights
showering love, souls walking hand in hand
frozen, as time comes to a stand
you and I
and this calm before the storm
wearing our masks again
its just another day
no more drinking , lies or drugs
need your love need your hugs.
trying to get your love back like it was before.
had enough of living bad, don’t want that no more.
no more running the streets
no more promisses I can’t keep.
When I left you I had a sinful mind,
Oh, God…I was so blind.
I left your loving me behind.
I’ve done a lot of thinking, realizing I was wrong.
I wish I had’nt stayed away so long.
You were good to me but I let you down.
It was me doing all the messing around.
Ineed your love to comfort me.
I hope once more for me you will believe.
I prayed so many times…asking God to
guide me away from a life of crime.
my prayers were answered and I’m alive today.
I have learnd to live a better way.
I dont want to live in sin.
I’ll be greatful to have your love again.
I can say I’ve seen the light!
Its time to start livin right.
Yes people are human and they
do make mistakes.
to overcome that you need faith,
understanding and love…thats what
it takes..
I know if I had you, I’d live my life
as if it was new.
I want to be with you for eternity , can you
forgive me for what I’ve done?
lets love together as one.
let this love be reunited by
allowing that old flame to be ignighted.
this is where my journey starts too…
I want you to know….I really do love you…
It smells like piss.
the cave-paintings of tags
discarded butts, discarded men
women
children
wait.
he starts to cry,
the littlest one
in his pram,
his mother says,
‘are you bleeding? did someone hit you? no?
you’re all right then.
you’re not playing with the boys enough. hang around girls and
see what happens.
you’ll turn into a bitch, girls are bitches.’
she plays a game of ‘goodbye’,
walking away and coming back,
until he is crying again,
she is preparing him and herself,
she knows that she is near to losing him.
a man with a golden halo of hatred passes through,
the weight of knowing bending his frame
driven to tell a story, his and not his own,
i watch his face, his movements, his sorrow
he declares that he will destroy what is in his way that
he doesn’t like
tells me about nano-technology applied to the Bomb,
tells me about the broken promises of politicians
and then i see through it
and i say, ‘you feel betrayed’.
he looks at me for a moment
shakes his head, ‘that’s something else you’re picking up on.’
but he gives me back my lighter,
softer…
but anyway,
there we all were,
a family group of sorts,
but i’m the only white one
i feel out of place, and
they know i’m not there
for anything
but that
and neither are they
funny how lack,
how desire,
brings us together
at a place like glue bag bench
we see each other’s faces
eyes
hands
those things we never would
just passing by, barely a glance,
forgotten.
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Stephen Tee c 2008
Waiting patiently,
Thunder is powerful.
Its teaming a stream of rain,
I sit under cover smoking a cigarette.
Flashs of thunder light my skin.
Its almost time to go.
The target should be ready.
I have the tools to do the job.
I self-talk the plan,
I must go straight in and straight out,
Cant get caught, remember the gloves.
An instrument of death I have learnt to be.
One two three time to go time to speed
I walk straight up Queen st with my head facing the ground on the right hand side
I turn left into Fort st and pace to the bottom of the stairs I got followed from one summers night.
I stand straight facing the street and raise my arm diagonally right
Pistol in hand I scan from right to left
“Thump Thump” target hit twice!
I turn to my left and walk further down Fort st
I light a cigarette as I am walking
I turn and stare into the camera and as I flick the cigarette I give “the Bird”.
That’s the signature, I turn and walk the rest of Fort st with my head facing the ground
There is a taxi waiting for me its time to go home.
Like a lovers quarrel
That never gets settled
Steam suppressed
It’s the lover’s bequest
Our fires entwine
Just like blood red wine
I am the panther and I wait
You are the flower
A gorgeous stake
Like a magnificent country
In your majestic garden
You are queen of this nation
I trust your decision
I don’t understand why
Still seems to bring a tear though
Sometimes to my eye
A breath is all it takes
Time ticks by
And I forget the mistakes
Your still not here
What would it take?
If there’s union
May our heads never hit the pillow
Without resolved words of love and hate
I think you’re beautiful
How about being my mate
12:23am 20/10/2007