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 'Me' And The 'I'
In the beginning of times, I mean in the days of my infant,
the ‘Me’ was the ‘I’ and the ‘I’ was the ‘Me’, through thin and thick
the ‘Me’ didn’t hide from the ‘I’, or vice versa cos I was indivisible,
now the ‘Me’ is not the ‘I’ and the ‘I’ not the ‘Me’, deathly divided.
The ‘Me’ you see is good, lowly, worriless and passionate,
one that is nice, gentle, lovely, openminded and accomplished,
lover of people, sweet, graceful, adorned with a charming smile,
yet the ‘I’ you don’t see