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59. Spreading Love


Love you hair, love to stare. Love the way, we talk of love. Love to feel, love to see. Love around the world and me. Love is safe, love can’t fake. Love brings joy, love is hope. Love sings sweetly, love heals gently. Love can swim, love holds on. Love brings strength and love don’t hurt. Keep love running, love don’t sleep. Love speaks truth, only love bears fruit. Love my soul, be that bold. Love is young, and love is old. Love the case, love can mold. Love can shape, love is peace. Take away, love will stay.

By Julius Fa

©Jan2023

44. The Space I Dreamt.


I had a dream about this place. It didn’t feel so real to me, the sounds or rush filled every space. The rocks and water, seems rushed and bothered. I see the stars that line the sky, the hint of pink so bright and mint. No reason for panic, just feeling for meaning. To look around, not much is found. I think to cross onto that rock, but must admit can’t see my luck. If I should fall, what chance at all. Will I survive, if dragged away. The current looks strong but sounds so still. My eyes decieved and ears receive, the hush and calm around this cove. I do not know, if I am bold. I see the trees that island holds, I need to move towards that load. Before a step, a snap is heard. Behind my back, I do not track. I see me moving, at pace like ace. I jump each rock, avoid the drop. It sounds like thunder, behind I wonder. I slipped and fell, toward the lake. Then up I woke, back in the world. My racing heart and sweaty palms. Was it a nightmare? My mind decry. It’s way to strange to feel in range.

By Julius Fa

©Jan2023

So Alone


Walking solo

I’m so alone, this Earth needs something more, or is it my life yawning for something more.

Each day feels strange each night looks doll, no time to reason, too much time thinking.

Why do I waste and struggle so much, why do I pretend that it’s all good when really am on fire inside.

Society only takes more advantage and the pride, greed and envy of so many now darken the modern age. Sanity is frail and weak, the era of strength now replaced by out own incapabilities.

What has gone wrong and what part did you play in this sunken future, where dreams die and love fades. On I walk this night, alone and full of fear and doubt.

By Julius Fa

© March 2020

Depressed.


It’s hard to say, that word that states,

My mind so clear, no chain of fear,

I lived life fast, afraid to stop,

In search of comfort, I moved to Suffolk.

Each day was bright, no thoughts too bad,

I ate and drank, within my rank,

My friends of few, no match for Grace,

I am renewed, pressed jeans my style.

To those around, no tears was found,

Just life lived well, my sanity so swell,

I did my job, a roof well kept,

No sign of doubt, men’s work is hard.

My mental state, was like a child,

I didn’t see the hurt within,

Each day so fast, inside am blast,

No strength was mine, just shame all round.

To make it stop, I drew a blade,

Each cut relief, more proof I bleed,

At night I’ll cry, because am scared,

My mind is haunted, the insanity of one.

So into the system, they sectioned my freedom,

Into this cage, my days now rage,

Protected from society, depression they said,

Doctors of wickedness, angered my norm.

By Julius Fa

©2018

A Beautiful Planet. 


Just close your eyes, and take a minute, 

Time won’t mind, a break you need it, 

A deep breath, to relax your muscles, 

Slow your heart beat, no need for rushing. 
Raise your eyes, and see the light, 

Dim your mind, no need for explaining, 

See true beauty, each sight a blessing, 

Allow a smile, no need for faking. 

We often think, our world is darker, 

We criticize each place, that bleeds, 

We forget the nature, now lost in war, 

We change the channel, our peace disturbed. 

We must surrender, the daily tenders, 

The need for more, regrets on call, 

We can not see, the riches at sea, 

We killed the land, despair our fun. 

I chose to change, this year won’t run, 

Ahead of me, the sights and sounds, 

A wonderful planet, prepared for all, 

Let’s take care of it, appreciate it more. 
By Julius Fa, 
©2017 

Cry in your own time! 


I’ve had enough, of you it seems, 

You cry a lot, the sound obscene, 

Of what and how, I dare not think, 

Just shout your mouth, or feel my chin. 
I tried so hard, to keep my hands, 

Between my legs, but you won’t stop, 

You shout at me, I know not why, 

I boil inside, my temper will rise. 
It came one day, when out the box, 

You threw cruel words, about my socks, 

I had enough, I slapped you hard, 

I couldn’t stop, I’ve lost control. 
They smashed the door, I smashed your face, 

Five pulled me off, your broken frame, 

They cuffed my hands, It’s filled with blood, 

I hear a cry, this time it’s mine. 
By Julius Fa,

©2016

Behind the Face! 


Behind the face, lies the truth,
It’s buried deep, no signs of where,
Each eye looks on, no sight of right,
A smile uneven, am filled with rage.

He leads the few, his name in papers,
Each day he lies, each hour he devours,
We rise and sink, he’s rich from sin,
We are his votes, his job’s no joke.

He started a fight, we gave him green light,
In thousands they matched, their homes now destroyed,
He bombed them for us. We watched in disgust,
For war was their blight, new refugees be our gain.

Each protect was loud, Ten thousand feet stood,
The public unite, their leader to oust,
His face now with tears, our ears stopped to hear,
No sound from his lips, just truth lock inside.

By Julius Fa
©2016