 The following works available on this page are copyrighted property of BioArt. Legal action could be taken against unauthorized use of any of these works. MY TEARS RACE ALL ALONE GENESIS A WELL SPENT DAY GUARDIAN ANGEL AUSTERITY(2) THIS WORLD COULD BE BETTER EVERYDAY MASKED TENDER HEARTS |
MY TEARS I’ll
take a mirror when next I cry And
count the tears that fall From
these eyes Cos
I keep on calling When
I’m not heard The
stars are fading When
you’re in deep sleep My
strained voice Force
out my tears And
all that happens Behind
these doors You
don’t get to see Only
the walls will explain When
they learn to speak ________________________________________________________________ RACE Who are you
that I may know who I am. Why do you conclude that you are the only one in the world. You have told tales of monsters so
big in the sea. But please take your boat and
go for a tour and see for yourself and
discover the world hidden in nature. Did you are a Caucasian and you only.
How mistaken you are, why not go out and see the Negroid,
the mongoloids and the autacoids and
the trees themselves. Why do you group
yourselves into races. Well, to me, the world
consist of one race which was brought about
by a man and a woman bounded in love. THE HUMAN RACE __________________________________________________________________________ ALL ALONE Seconds
to minutes, minutes to hours hours
days. Since the last time I saw you. How
you feel, I don't know neither do I where
you are. Days come on too long and empty but
full of thoughts. Thoughts of reality. How I
wish night could come and take away the hollowness
of day. But night comes on with past memories
which flash back as I on the corner of
my bed floating in imaginations of sad memories
wrapped in pictures of good memories that
both injures and heals my heart. Oh, that hollowness
of day might come and fill my heart with
thoughts of love and happiness that pushes on
life. And thus in the loneliest feelings time keeps
ticking away... _________________________________________________________________ GENESIS She brought me forth with birth pains and joy after.I came into this world of life with the words utteredby those who came to visit me. ’Welcome to the world.’ I never knew what it meant, for in my childish thought it was just a sound of voices. I developed with reasoning which made her proud of me. I crept on into the days which are fulfilling now. I never knew love but I was thought. I met you and you did likewise. We looked on each other with smiles and gestures depicting love. I thought I was the only one who was once a baby. Until you told me stories of your childish adventures. Now we are trying to groom that love that bonds us for the ultimate use in future. That I may testify to the love within my heart for you. Until my mother calls to mind the day that I was forth... ______________________________________________________________ A WELL SPENT DAY Morning rise I saw by chance Woke up and took a glance Gave all their due respect Never knew the day’s aspect Didn’t know what to do then So I went back to bed To catch dreams Of fearful streams Take a pen and start to write About the wrongs I tend to right Gave God his due respect Try mend life’s defects Thought of mights I’ll get through fights I never knew I’ll see this day But this is how I spent my day. ______________________________________________________________ GUARDIAN ANGEL Stay by me guardian angel Keep me fit when fight arise All my secrets please don’t tell Stretch my feet and make me wise Stay by me guardian angel Keep my eyes away from bad Always keep me far from hell Even if I’ve never heard Stay by me guardian angel Always make me white as snow Keep me always in your shell Things I don’t please let me know Stay by me guardian angel So that you can give account Of all the things in which I dwell And to God my deeds recount Stay by me guardian angel Always warn me of coming evil My trees of life please do not fell Guardian angel never leave _______________________________________________________________ AUSTERITY [II] A language reminiscent of wastage Stressing out the beginning of poetry The rulers eat on without stopping With an absence of consideration The wicked wealthies and unfriendly men Fearful and with many words We in our power try hard to eat a meal Others full of wealth eat and Give the remains to the dogs The dogs give the remains to the dust ______________________________________________________________ THIS WORLD COULD BE BETTER If only there was peace If only there was kindness If only there was goodness If only there was affection If only there was reasoning If only there was only there was
self-denial If only there was brotherliness If only we could plan good for others And while you are yet planning good Another is planning good for you If only there was understanding If only there was organization If only we could reach our hearts If only I could read your mind This world could be better. _____________________________________________________________ EVERYDAY Every day I wake up is a blessing A blessing much to be cherished Every day I live teaches me something Something that prepares me for tomorrow Every day has a lesson Easy or hard to learn Every day I do a thing It is for a purpose A purpose to be achieved that day or the
other Everyday has a purpose Which helps me face life If only I could remember all the days I have lived on the surface of the earth Or if I could repeat today Or buy yesterday Everyday has a message… …A
story to tell ______________________________________________________________ MASKED You
are so real So
blunt but very sharp I
see you in my dreams Talk
to you but never felt you A
voice in my head A
picture in my eye You
are screaming so loud Yet
you make no sound They
can’t hear you I
hear your voice, I see your face Yet
they see no image Stop,
listen Listen
good… Can
you hear me? Can
you see me? Can
you feel me? Can
you hear me? Can
you hear me now? _______________________________________________________________ TENDER HEARTS Hearts full of innocence Feeling sorry for every wrong Done out of ignorance Babes young in heart Thinking of nothing bad Hearts of inexperience Which cannot be questioned Nor blamed for the existence of bad Tender hearts of raw innocence These are the hearts of babes ______________________________________________________________  |
