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Too Old.


“It’s been too long”, the old will say,

The steps of life, away they play,

They fought our wars, and died our deaths,

We play our phones, and curse their tones,

We disrespect these slow old men, that seem to think, inside we’re doomed,

We push them down, and make them wait,

They look so broken, with fragile weak eyes,

The youth show nothing, no matter their age, they rush and jump, no fear or pause, they talk of things, no root or cause, they worship their iPhone, Samsung and all,

This old man watches, and laughs at their ways, they are afraid, their courage is cowardly, their minds of technology, drives them towards insanity, broken and shameful, we fought for their freedom.

By Julius Fa,

©2020

Not The Same


You changed my nature, with all your crap. Each day a trail to cope and bear, no sanity in you. Just anger and bitterness, I don’t understand you, because all you do is strange to me.

You shout when talking and command when losing, afraid to moan I lower my voice and watch. You are apart from time and space, I know nothing you say.

You scheme like your name. I am not like you, and will never cave in my name. Let God decide, which date our fate presides.

By Julius Fa

© March 2020

Too Much Data


We live each day surrounded by data, we give our names and dates and all. Your happy Facebook and sweet Instagram profiles, unaware the dangers they pose. We absolve the many images and information they give, the sights and sounds of every bit around our world. The sad and twisted sights of hate, the dreamy lies of love, the dark side of desperation. Depression never too far behind, loneliness pulled over your eyes. We live each day with data, maybe time to turn that data away.

By Julius Fa

© February 2020

Smarter


You’re smarter than me, this much is true. You see things clearly and make answers easier to understand. The sky about the earth is round, the sun is a star, the moon a reflection. Such order out of complexity, so much beauty without the iPhone. Daily reminder than we are conquerors , capable of the greatest good, but also the darkest evil. If only we believe in ourselves and praise the stranger, feed the hungry, hug the lonely, visit the imprisoned, Free the slaves and simply Love.

By Julius Fa

© February 2020

The Other Woman!


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I love them both, it is my curse,
A separate heart, to hold two trust,
A man within, the heart of two,
It’s not for lust, I speak of just.
I shared my all, to make them smile,
Denied too much, afraid to fall,
What fate drew luck, towards my door,
I welcome both, to bold to fold.
A week apart, I kept their path,
Beyond this earth, a sense of love,
Blessed with hope, their joy in lope,
I need to change, this fate is mean.
I’m not that bright, I have no sight,
Is this a fling? I need to bring,
The need of two, my words now few,
They sense a change, my ways not same.
I broke two hearts, for life declares it,
I had to tell, them both of cheating,
I’m not the man, they see before them,
I need to fill, this hole inside me.

By Julius Fa

© 2015

Hidden Past.


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I have a past,  I hope will pass,
It’s full of pain, it’s just like rain,
You see my tears, within your hears,
But I didn’t cry, so do not try.

When I was young, and they were old,
No love was shown, just shame at home,
I tried to hide, my cuts from eyes,
They wondered how, this youth still lied.

They called me names, I can’t repaid,
It burnt my skin, because I  sinned,
Against their ways, my life no gain,
A slap at nine, my face still mine.

You read my words, but feel at odds,
Within you try, to hold your cry,
My life of wonder, you frown and ponder,
A youth gone mad, from a past so sad.

Julius Fa
©2015

Answer Me!


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I have a task, that I must ask,
If art was fast, why don’t we mask?
The faceless twin, a deed not sin,
I tried and failed, look up it’s hail.

The storm will pass, was I the ass?
I questioned once, with doubt in ounce,
Withdrawn within, how deep my past,
Surrendered to win, a gift to bin,

Still fishing for answers, respect for wishing,
The thought for more, in search of ore,
Is life the dream, or just man’s stream,
These clouds will cover, my pains in thunder.

I fear no man, just all that gather,
They look the same, with ears that beam,
No face with lace, just fakes that make,
My mind to question, was I that task?

By Julius Fa
©2015

My Becoming – My Right To Choose.


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I’ll take that door, before it’s late,
I made the choice, no room for nice,
To walk straight through, regret won’t hold,
My fearless fate, tested by hate.

You see the door, but can’t go on,
Because of fear, or lack of care,
The mass will frown, the bold went cold,
It’s just a step, to dreams untold.

I see the room, it’s bright with air,
The steps of four, I count ahead,
The walls of cream, could be my dream,
It’s filled with love, was that a dove?

But here and now, this beach I found,
The sight of night, the waves rush near,
The sun soon set, my stars burn bright,
What shall I do, to wait or go?

You see the door, before me stand,
You wonder why, it’s here for me,
Am no angel, just man inside,
I draw much closer, no choice is made.

By Julius Fa
©2015

The Voice Within Won’t Win.


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Can you hear me, my mind ask,
They don’t care about you, the noise inside screams,
My eyes searches for contact, or my missing sanity,
You need me, this demon controls my fears.

I feel trapped, inside myself,
Breaking out, an option now expired,
They won’t stop, the crowd walks on by,
Beneath their pace, I stop and bend.

No one saw the fall, strangers ignored my call,
The few turned in disgust, the many dared not stop,
My head knocked against the floor, the bang too intense to raw,
My rage grows with every breathe, denied by my sunken will.

My back feels cold, these pavements consume my soul,
Why don’t they help, a plague on these soul-less fouls,
My mind draws a smile, this battle I cannot win,
I close my eye, still to awake from this dream.

It took a scream, to crush this mind,
I committed one crime, to silence my fear,
Call it murder, I do not care,
My lungs burn with fury, my voice yells down my confusion.

By Julius Fa
© 2015

Your Bully.


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I am a bully, that face I wear,
It’s not so silly, prepare to hear,
I wear no label, just guns in cable,
I’ll tweet your case, to other’s dismay.

I have my terms, deep down am dump,
No school can teach, what fools won’t eat,
I fight with hands, my rage in cage,
You hate my fate, I hate your fakes.

Prepare to pay, my fee with cake,
I take no break, collecting my make,
You work for me, you turn and smile,
Your brain won’t ask, for truth can’t dance.

I seek man’s glory, denied heaven’s story,
Am from the streets, you sleep in heat,
I have no rules, just stones and tools,
I am your story, deep down your glory.

By Julius Fa
©2015