124. That Friend.

Ever had that friend, that knew you best,
Knew your secrets, knew it all,
Saw you broken, helped you up,
Kept you focused, playful too.

So supportive, we talk all day,
Meeting often, shared it all,
Always with me, never too far,
Knew my family, saw my worst.

She’s too smart, sees right through me,
Knew my signals, knew my lies,
She’s my plus one, to every party,
I’m her shoulder, to every tear.

Knew the heart, I locked away,
Knew the mind, that will not stay,
Knew the goodness, within my skin,
Felt disappointed, when I did sin.

On that day, I got arrested,
Came at once and freed me twice,
Showed true love, I am to blame,
Took me home, within her arms.

We sat in silence, on this bus,
Our spirits spoke, in the quietness,
I smiled at her, she gave that look,
My heart is yours, only Heaven knows.

I couldn’t look, at those green eyes,
I am a fool, oh this she knows,
For many years, you held my soul,
I don’t deserve you, but love you so.

By Julius Fa
©May2024

82. Future Neighbors.

There is a time, beyond our years,
Where all is well and life is swell,
No bitter pain or endless tears,
Just happy hearts and happy faces.

There is no law, for us to break,
We live by love and rule like doves,
No need for cash, there all is shared,
No difference in cast, just peace that last.

Here hope is all, the youth play ball,
They set the rules, the old in school,
No need for cops, no one will flop,
Have faith and settle, no need for petals.

Can such a place, ever come to pass,
Where life and love, make peace and more,
Here kids are heard, their world repaired,
We must try harder, to be good neighbors.

By Julius Fa
©April2023

8. It’s Got To Stop.

My early years, were full of time. Time to sit and time to stand. Time to eat and time to dance. Time to mourn and time to heal. Time with friends and time we parted. Time I lost and time I find. Much to give and ways I’ve sinned. Miss those early years, when life without care, purpose or chance. Playing and living each moment was fun. No stressing or pacing, just planning the next laugh. Now am thirty and wishing to restore those years I loved. Only to hear mum say, “it’s got to stop.”

By Julius Fa

© Nov2022

Just Saying.

It’s good to question and ask the few,

Each word you use, reflects your thoughts,

What wisdom you draw, sends hints of your kingdom,

You express and demand, no answer will you command,

Human nature isn’t a game, human minds aren’t your fame,

Stay close and watch, no peace on earth.

Just gravity and fragility, just saying you are not smart.

By Julius Fa

©2020

Just Saying

What’s It Like?

What’s it like, on the other side?

Didn’t you hurt, when doves dies, 

Couldn’t you lie, when ears stood, 

Ringing my phone, when nightfalls. 
Never the pain, always the same, 

Hitting my veins, healing your pride, 

Longing for calm, inside your head, 

Drawing my blood, silencing my screams. 
Wasn’t the first, never the last, 

Laying your hands, under my skin, 

Throwing my heart, into the sun, 

Burning our love, pretending we’re swell. 
Another day, another beating, 

Never crying, now planning, 

Under my hands, holding the knife, 

Into his heart, ending his life. 
Inside my cell, writing my notes, 

Thinking of him, ending our love, 

Violence our norm, broken our part, 

Questions arise, what’s it like on the other side? 
By Julius Fa 

©2017

Regrets!

I have regrets, of things long done, 

I said and did, the things I hid, 

Without much fear, or guilt in tears, 

I hurt myself, was I at fault? 
I made this bed, and here I lie, 

Afraid to risk, my pride is fixed, 

Beneath these sheets, the weight of sin, 

I close my eyes, and hear the rain. 
It’s cold outside, my youth returned, 

I’m now a boy, no stress but play, 

Each days a gift, more time well spent, 

Without a care, my joy complete. 
A simple mind, I have when young, 

No nine to five, no burden to bear, 

A friend or two, each laughter was bliss, 

But now alive, more time to reflect. 
By Julius Fa, 

©2017 

What Am I Really!

What am I? This world seems lost, 

Opinions fly and people talk, 

But that’s all they do, talk! 

Thousands die each day, but no one mentions them. 

Journalists rave about the developed world, no care for the undeveloped plenty. 

It cost too much to care and act, better to silence their cries and let them die. 

Governments change daily but American’s all the world focused on. 

What good did Obama do? What dreams will Trump fulfill? 

Questions fill the air, answers buried in disguise. 

Ever wonder what the future holds? Nothing much cause your present being bold. 

From youth I’ve searched the skies, looking for a better tomorrow. Seems like today’s worth taking a chance on. 

Still questioning what am I truly, think better left to the faceless monsters to decide. 
Am still me my beloved few, but wait a second, who are you again? 

By Julius Fa, 

©2017 

Myself Esteem!

Stop Hurting Me.

Bringing Light.

Bring me your masses, frightened with cases,
Hungry and bold, wondering in cold,
Walking for miles, searching for peace,
Weary and heavy, dangers await them.

Hundreds have crossed, thousands have died,
Children of light, playing with dice,
Prayers unite, darkness their sight,
Crowded in boats, where is their rights?

They couldn’t predict, waves that dip,
Under the boat, hundreds unfold,
Into the sea, sinking with ease,
Screams for help, linger then silent.

I won’t forget, the visions of horror,
Bodies amassed, floating like rice,
Death delights, hundreds denied,
Freedom from wars, peaceful at last.

By Julius Fa,
©2015