Trials and Tribulations

Life is full of trying trials and tribulations I say,
Trials and tribulations that task a still budding young man’s endurance to the full,
That force potentially valuable souls to attempt suicide as a gateway to a better life,
That allow dark forces to shadow, and eventually smother any last wisp of hopeful light,
That render all but the mightiest down to their very knees, leaving them weeping and begging for mercy while retaining knowledge of their inevitable doom,

Life is full of trying trials and tribulations I say,
Trials and tribulations that bring clear, heavy and salty tears from a mother’s eyes whose wails of sorrow are worse than the sound of the dooms day clock screaming out the end of existence,
That bring dark, painful reality into the field of innocent young eyes whose reflections show nothing but the deep, agonizing hurt that this world of ours has bestowed upon them,
That slash and reap all that’s good from a person after having provided them with just enough of a taste of sweet, beautiful life to make them feel the devastating loss,

Life is full of trying trials and tribulations I say, a never-ending crescendo of trials and tribulations.

(Maliq Walter Muro©)

The Vision Through My Two Windows To The Outside World

What do I see through my two windows to the outside world?
I see the creation of a stagnating policy,
The formation of a superficial democracy,
The breeding of a new faced anarchy,
The suffering of my people through absolute autocracy,
The eight year old adults of tomorrow bathed in complacency,
A steady deterioration of honesty.

What do I see through my two windows to the outside world?
I see the reality of our dying world as a harsh fact,
The failures of our leaders to stand up and act,
The self induced fear forcing us not to react,
The sealing of selfish agreements in the guise of a peaceful pact,
The dwindling doorways to the divine realm which no longer have the power to attract,
An attempt to bring back the child of peace that I fail to resurrect.

What do I see through my two windows to the outside world?
I see our world, surrounded with the utmost of evil in its epitome, heading in a state of utter delusion, towards the impending realm of chaos it once arose from.

(Maliq Walter Muro©)

The effect you have on me

A swing of your curvaceous hip induces a tremble on my lower lip.
The sexy pout you make, never fails to capture my eyes in a double take.
The way you utter the language of love makes me thank the heavens for your creation up above.
The way you move with such fluidity makes you my number one priority.
If I continue speaking, I would surely become the author of a never ending story.
For you, I would do anything and everything to please…
May the effects you have on me never cease.

(Maliq Walter Muro©)

E 500

A stance portraying strength,
A poise that steals breaths,
Lines which reinvent the word ‘beauty’,
It brings a new meaning to quality,
20-inch rims lined with silver,
Beautifully flared headlamps which glimmer,
A V-8 roar symbolizing raw power,
Classic, yet modern, sweet, yet sour,
AGM, EDB, TPS, ESP,
Safety is not an issue it over-sees,
This is something which seduces,
One that impresses,
The new distinguished Mercedes-Benz R-500,
A pure expression of excellence!

(Maliq Walter Muro©)

Something sweet!

Cling cling clang cling cling,
Ching ching $!,
Rustle, tear, struggle…Ahhhhh!
Bite, munch, chomp…mmmmmh!
The sweet, delicious taste that assaults your unsuspecting taste buds,
The closest one comes to actually tasting love,
The sensation designed specially to please,
Ladies, gentlemen! This ‘is’ the closest one comes to perfection,
It is, but a simple thing…Chocolate!

(Maliq Walter Muro©)

Slow Jam

Live life like a slow jam I say,
Be on the low, take it slow, one step at a time.

Live life like a slow jam I say,
No tripping, take your time to rhyme, enjoy the finer things in life.

Live life like a slow jam I say,
Decelerate, be smooth, sensual, no rush.

Live life like a slow jam I say,
Breathe in the sweet air and tell your woman you really do care.

Live life like a slow jam I say,
Taste her soft, luscious lips, let her remember that you made it last.

Live life to the full, live life like a slow jam!

(Maliq Walter Muro©)

Power

Might, strength, control, autocracy.
All these things come under that word.
It is a two faced collection of letters,
A corruptor of minds which brings pain and suffering when abused,
A bringer of discipline, love, and happiness when treated with care.
It is a craving every man endures,
One our dreams never fail to conjure.
Its capture is the mission of so many,
Yet the accomplishment of so few.
Its control has brought tyranny,
But also enough good worthy of review.
This is, but a simple word, ‘Power’.

(Maliq Walter Muro©)

Poetry

Poetry is the manifestation of one’s own innermost feelings on paper…paper that contains human encoded symbols that preserve meaning for us…that is, if we relate to that language.
Poetry is beyond being simply ink on paper, encryptions in books, or the spoken word…indeed poetry is more…much much more.
Poetry is that experience of subtle euphoria when one feels the sun’s first warm rays on them in a chilly winter morning.
Poetry is that, that long awaited but yet unexpected spontaneous first kiss that two lovers share in a moment all their own.
Poetry is meeting a long forgotten friend once again, sampling the sweet fragrance of a sensual perfume, hearing a song you will come to love for the first time, feeling the smooth, luxurious texture of silk upon first wearing it.
Poetry is in giving a dollar to that poor beggar instead of buying a quart of beer, passing a cigarette on after a wonderful but guilty drag, stroking your girl’s cheek while kissing away the sorrow of her tears when she cries, finding the courage and strength to forgive and forget…
However, more so than not, poetry is an art…’the’ art of learning not to try define poetry in the first place, a feat which only the heavens could ever hope to accomplish…
That is poetry

(Maliq Walter Muro©)

Save me from me!

The anger, pain, hurt…
The fear… the sharp, biting fear that envelops all…
Startling, brutal…final in its relentless drive to grip and grab all…to own my whole being!

I feel it, but cannot fight it…the ultimate torture!
Slowly it starts…at the edges, the farthest frontiers of my being.
It creeps up, a tiger on the prowl…silent. A killer …a confident one at that!

I feel the darkness…darker than the most remote voids of space.
The helplessness closes in…no hope, no escaping it…surrounded.
The feeling of pain…confusion…I don’t know where the pain comes from, why I feel it…don’t even know whether I should be feeling it at all!

It comes in waves…tide in, tide out…tears almost running loose but never falling!
The delicate seedlings of trust…weak bonds of trust smothered in a single spring from the predator that stalks me…
Never able to trust fully…not ever!

There’s nothing left for me…nothing but an all-consuming anger, an explosive chain reaction that starts with fear and ends with a blood thirst…a call for revenge on anything…anyone!
The devil in me cries out, roars against this darkness…I have to break free, I have to break free!

…I need help…but who can save me from myself? Who can save me from a heart that cannot be possessed, cries out for love, but can never trust as love demands…help me, someone, anyone…Save me from me!

(Maliq Walter Muro ©)

Identity

Words don’t console me! I hate them. Despise them!
A need to be free…run, jump, dive…ride hard…anything but this!
No! Get away fro me, save me the sympathies!
I don’t need you, you, OR you! Leave me! Let me be…
I am hurt, wounded…I want to lash out, hurt back, wound back, strike at anyone and everyone!

I need to breathe, calm down…think straight!
I need time…ME time!
I need me…I need me to console me!
I need to calm the bloodlust! The mad, senseless thrumming in my head that threatens to take over…
Is this really me? Is this really a part of me?

The darkness…the mad glee at the prospect of striking out!
The sadistic pleasure of the pain…Is this really me?
I want out! But how do I escape myself…How do I escape me?

Tears in my eyes…murder in those same eyes…how can I be both at the same time?
I fear for the world, I fear for my friends, for my enemies…I fear for I! I fear for me!
I need to know me, the real me…the complete me…the me that threatens me!
I need to know what I am, who I am…the truth!
How do I face me…can I face me…am I one me, two me’s…who the hell am I?
…my head hurts…thrums incessantly…Insanity calls…Am I crazy?…Am I crazy?

Silence…heavy, sticky, smothering silence! An echo…an echo of the me inside me.
Unpredictable…I come, I go…me comes, me goes…maybe I…
Maybe demons do walk this earth after all…

(Maliq Walter Muro)