Think outside the Barrel

May the stars forever light our path to salvation.
May I some day survive this deprivation.
I’m but a metaphor wrapped in an analogy with no analogous belief,
No hope of accomplishing any subjunctive relief.
I just endure, persevere and survive.
Longing for the days when I felt so alive,
So I count down from five.
When it gets to one I’ll load my gun.
Spin the barrel, the fun’s begun.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Crux of my existence

I love you. forgive me if I’m a bit behind,
You’ve been running laps through my mind.
They’re so many things I wanted to say before I got there.
Things like, “I can get lost in your hair”
You look at me like…”why?”
But I look at you and melt in your eyes.
Smile makes my heart skip a beat,
Standing ovation of the mind, no seat.

And your lips?
The power source of my soul.
And those hips?
When you move them I lose control.
Those three words are not even the apex of my feelings for you,
Those three words need not be uttered for you to know it’s true.

Those three little words caressed my tongue as they left these lips.
Then the embarrassment set in and the rest was in clips.
But I guess there was nothing I could really do,
Except hang like an exclamation mark waiting for an I love you too.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Lost cause

Lost so much that I have nothing to find.
The world is anything but kind,
But I’ll be fine.
I don’t mind,
Lost so much I even lost my mind.
So it’s not that I don’t, I suppose
I can’t, but I propose,
To hold everything close to my heart.
To lose everything but the things you cherish is an art.
If you’re smart, I suppose you create a vault.
But when you’re hurt, I suppose you’ll burn it all down.
When you’re hurt, I supposed you’ll flood the gates until you drown.
But how much pressure can you take before the walls crack?
How much darkness does it take to turn even the purest soul black?

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Thoughts of the damned

Russian roulette with a loaded gun,
The epitome of destructive fun.
Mind lost in a world I hardly recognise,
Waterfalls for tears, but please don’t sympathise.
One person in the pits of hell is sufficient.
One paying for the sins of all is efficient.
Experienced in the art of self destruction,
So much so that I no longer need instruction.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

The Reply

People don’t want you to,
But my foot is bigger than yours so I don’t want your shoe.
My treasure is different to yours so I don’t want your clue.
I implore you,
Do not what you must, but what you want.
And not those whimsical destroy a generation wants,
But those empowered been trying for generation wants.
Nothing ever worth it comes easy,
But if it was easy you wouldn’t appreciate it.
Believe me.
And believe that you possess what it takes to reach the pinnacle,
But in the wrong shoes reaching the pinnacle is a miracle.
So lace up stretch your lungs and breathe.
Take one step in your own direction and believe.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

The Question

Many ask why do I do this?
Put my scars on the list
Of things I wear on my sleeve.
Why do I hope for things few believe?
Why is my heart so easy for the world to see?
Why is it so easy for me to be me?
My question to you is simply why not?
Why should I not give it all I’ve got?
Why should I not lay all my cards on the table?
And hope and love as though this were a fable ?
Why should I stop all the things that make me…Me?

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Words On Empty Ears

Your words don’t fall on empty ears,
Instead they fall on a lonely heart.
But maybe we were lonely from the start.
My word just looking for a place to belong.
I don’t want to be a verse but an entire song,
Though we all have our song that the fat lady sings.
We all soar high until like Icarus the sun burns our wings.
Yes it stings,
But it’s not the fall that matters but how you get back up.
Will you be a lone Wolf or one in a litter of pups?

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Blurred Lines

Trying not to cross that line between love and hate,
But I get lost on either side bet you can relate.
When the pain rises and you drown in uncertainty,
Certainly I cling to the last bit of oxygen holding me.
But you see the grip is weakening, asphyxiation taking over,
Time running out, last leaf on this four leaf clover.
Close my eyes and I succumb to fate.
Which one is it you wonder, is it love, is it hate?

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Reiteration For emphasis

What’s the point of tell people things they already know?
What’s the point of telling beautiful people they’re beautiful?
Some things are just so breath taking that you can’t help but state the obvious.
Can’t help but stare in blank awe, oblivious,
Not just to the fact that they know it too.
But that it’s real, the beauty right before you.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016