Philosopher's Pen

If tomorrow is painted by the stars It is bright Though our exsistance is a night Tomorrow has some light Enjoy!! I WILL BE WAITING IN TOMORROW

Vera made him feel a butterfly What she did not tell him was that the love she gave him was but a fly So elusive and would die after seven days Like one Simon Makonde Every time he met his old friends They asked him how his love life was The love that he had convinced them had nine lives Nine times he had fallen in love Eight times the love had died tragic deaths And this is the ninth eulogy he made me to write for one same love On whose epitaph was but one word Vera With nothing in the space he once called heart He became a dangerous vacuum Sucking in everything that called its self a sweetheart And killed all the nine lives of love in them in one snap So they became as he What can be best called ghost lovers

I am walking home This walk is in the dark I need to find some light To brighten the night inside I seek knowledge to light a fire for my soul For if the inside is dark Of what use is light of day? My God light my inside For night and day will come But of what use are they if I am lost in the inside? My God; light my inside So I can see my way home in my inside For if I am lost outside I can make a home But lost inside It is terrible CHECK THIS OUT FOR FREE I WILL BE WAITING IN TOMORROW FREE ON  iTunes