THE SOUND OF UKULELE

The struggle is real when The
strings shackles, the world is
Shadowy proclaiming the so
Innocence of men with the
silent heart.

I know the way, the truth and
The light says the master,
indebted with worship in the
Realm of the spirit.

I see a generation of no hope,
I see the culture fading, respect
is declining, destiny is delaying,
time is passing.
I hear a shabby sound of the
Ukulele chords, fear for the
Future is all I care.

We need the emergence of Hero's
who will see through the lens
of wisdom, who will dance the
rightful tone of Ukulele, we need
people who can play the magic,
People who can see the line that
separates Justice from Injustice.

©VanWest 2019

THE GENTLE BUT CRUEL HASSAN

It's no longer a news that
the sky has paved the way
for men to showcase their
will on nature exposing their
flaming emotions on the pace
of time.

Hassan the erudite of his field
endowed with thoughts
overflowing and spilling, anxiety
outflows his doings.

The genesis of his flabby personality
inches with time. Flamboyantly I
speaks behind the cotton of my
Knowing.

Truth is truth even at the edge
of a knife. The echo of freedom
Lies with the truth. Indeed the fear
behind the scenes could be captured
in his actions blindly aggrieved
by the source of his temperament

I know Hassan with a bleeding
heart, like the mirror of my
sight, like the titanic of my
days, like the flock of the west
Hidden motive, cruel in action,
Sound in arguments and
silently in love.

The world is tentatively singing
a song of courage, mindset and
heart grooming, this will enable
the butterfly bears a direction for
his heart.

©VanWest 2019

THE BLEEDING PEN.

Judgement count when the moon shines with no apology, when the chicken nuggets the morning inspiration with a single sound.

My Pen glide across the empty lines, the heart flows out the feelings of ponderous turning the hope of men in asunder. The magic behind a broken pond with an empty frame is a clueless effort ascending.

My pen is bleeding the anguish of men, the sorrows of the gentle, the cry of the mean, the actions of the victim and the story of the faded attitude calling in the midst of the braves.

Yes it began with a chant of truth, morals and sincerity but time flies when only the good keeps pursuing and the bad keeps reign in a territory of vanquish.