Isaac 'slimx' Poems
|1.||Run Mumbai Run||12/5/2008|
|2.||The Broken Wall Garden||12/5/2008|
|3.||The 'Me' And The 'I'||12/5/2008|
|4.||I Don'T Know Why||12/5/2008|
|5.||Up Is Down||12/8/2008|
|6.||A Dog Eat Dog World||12/11/2008|
|8.||The Face Of Happiness||1/1/2009|
|14.||Some Of Jesus Typical Friends||6/18/2009|
|17.||God Is Not Black||1/19/2010|
|18.||Dark And Black||1/19/2010|
|19.||This Is Why I Cry||1/19/2010|
|20.||The Lonely Heart||1/19/2010|
|22.||Dead Man's Shoe||1/27/2010|
|23.||The Multitude Creed||1/28/2010|
|24.||It's A Matter Of Time||1/25/2009|
|26.||Don'T Ask God||6/18/2009|
On a windy autumn evening, I wanted a walk,
to fill my soul with the pleasures of life,
to satisfy my passions and soul desires,
cos tomorrow I may die and will be no more.
I made the move and there I went,
at a corner in groove, I met a man,
a frail looking old man with fire in his eyes
who promise me some fun fill time with
stories from ancient times.
The old man’s stories were filled with fun,
it gripped my soul and took my breathe away,
I wanted more but had to leave,
cos darkness had come and the stars were rising.
Come to my ...
The Broken Wall Garden
I was a precious little garden, tender in his eyes,
my Keeper like a warrior worked in me day and night,
my ridges were well made, my furrows watered daily,
I was always green and desirable, confident in drought,
the precious little garden everyone talked about.
I was planted with the of the best seeds, seeds abundant,
my seeds where more precious than silver, costly as gold,
my manure was lasting and good, no weed was found in me,