HEY

I hope this finds you smiling,

I love how your dimples form when you smile,

I hope this finds you basking in the sun

The lord did let the sun shine on this day

A day many await to be showed what love is

To some its a day of roses,

To some its a day of bkankets and sheets,

To some its a day of worship

To me its a day of confession,

To me its a day of open hearts,

Hey love,

I come to you today , lips cracking and tongue blistered with words,

Words i wish to let sink into your ears

Confession i wish to let free from my heart

Today i do ask for your light

Light the candle in me

I wish to spring to life once more,

Its you I need ,nothing more

Let me be your rose

Lets dine at the shade,

Let me nurse your worries today.

I do love you dear one

Like the nose ,may we get closer n closer till we age.

 

©Ghostartdom-2018

Blind eye

 

www.ghostartdom.co.ke

LOVE A BALOON

Flowers make me feel like puking,

Love quotes and texts give my heart a sandpaper feel,

Couples around me make me curse the Garden of Eden

Red color reminds me of death,

With the red color,my heart goes numb,

With the red colormy lips goes numb,

Aint letting a word out,

Aint letting a feel out,

Eyes have intm them a blue,the color of the sky,

My veins are white like those of a corpse,

I did fill my baloon of love with my life,

Then i did let go of the rope holding it

I was filling the sky with my life

Hoping the sun would strike it with its ray

Yes ,i need to see it burst

To see it spill its contents

I need no comments about this,

Its my life ,the only thing i did wife

Today I do let go.

©Ghostartdom-2018

Blind eye 👁

www.ghostartdom.co.ke

HAPPY ONE

Shine a light on this day dear one

Help me see the light within me dear one

Dear one be my rose today,

May your heart let out its fragrance

May I breathe by your heart Today,

Let me hold you by the waist

Rest your head on my chest, thats my West

Rest your hand on my shoulder,thats my East

Yes ,East or West We building a home

A home of love,where we share the love we have.

 

Stroke my ribcage,

Play with my novel,

I need to get aroused n laugh myself out too,

Tuck in your arm into mine,

Lets walk looking for the chill spots,

For I need you to be happy whole day

It aint only today

Today i set aside to thank you,

To remind us of the hills we did crawl from th bottom to the top together

To review the promises I once made

To remove the chaff off our love life

To heal any wound we nursing

To keep us strong for the everlasting trek together

I “wife you” dear one.

©Ghostartdom.co.ke

Blind eye👁-2018

 

www.ghostartdom.co.ke

HEART THOUGHTS

[Him]

He felt cold the other day

I think she didn’t answer his text,

Maybe she did insult him,

Maybe she did turn him down.

[Her]

Wait a minute ,

She did freak out

Your sweet words kept her gazing at the phone, emptied her mind

All she had to do was stare blankly

She did wish to send her pic instead,

To let you see the love within her eyes,

What if you were just pulling her leg?

This i heard her ask so silently

Hey mr. i got to go, it aint fair trading her secrets

(Him)

Please dont hang up on me,

Tell me more, do tell me she loves as much as I do

Tell me she got her mind full of me

A heart full of memories,memories that we did build together,

Hey!

Hello!

Hi!

Please tell me.

Let me into her.

Er…er..er

Tell her I do love her.

©Ghostartdom.co.ke

Blind eye👁-2018

www.ghostartdom.co.ke

DARK DAYS.

Nights spent on the tavern,

Sipping to drown my thoughts,

Trying to seal the door to my memories,

Thickening the rust within me,

I didn’t care losing myself,

Like a twig I let myself fall from the tree of hope, to let the wind take me anywhere,

The wind now doesn’t calm me,

The coins she left me keeps my table full

I had to drink till my throat caouldn’t take it anymore

I wanted to be no more.

 

There goes the say,”One for the road”

To me ,one wasn’t just enough

I needed enough to face the eyes of the devil

Let him hold me by the collars of my shirt,

Look into his eyes ,

Let him take me to his home,

Maybe he had work for those who had hope in them erased,

Every night, drinks were my demi god,

Singing praises to the waiter,

Yes, he did serve me well,

He did reserve a table for me,

I broke several glasses but he never let hell on me,

These dark days did seem not to end, my life did take a bend.

__(everyone out there is fighting something)

Alcohol is symbolic

 

©blind eye-2018

GhostArtdom™

LOST IN LOVE.

I did lose myself to her,

Like a fly in a spider’s trap ,that was me in her embrace,

Her mistakes ,were mine, she was right always, i was forever wrong

But why?

She had my time, my hour’s hand i made the minute hand ,the minute hand i made second’s hand for her,

She had my time, i did lean my clock to her

I was lost in love, like a dove who had forgotten its way home

 

How to get my head back, i did wonder,

Was I to open my love grave, to perform incense and pour wine on my ex-girlfriends memories?

Was I to keep walking with the chain around my neck?

So many questions ,i was running a questionnaire on myself with a blank mind

What was i to leave behind?

 

I wish her heart was a tape,

Then i would get myself a Large screen ,

Wash my room clean,

Let my eyes fill the screen,

To watch all her moves,

To watch her love for me,

Yes, maybe i will know if she really loves.

To watch her dark secrets,

For she never says about herself,

She lets her body help her skip my questions,

She makes me feel alone in this relationship,

Loving her is like a trek in the desert with no compass.

Indeed her beauty did kill all my senses, only my eyes can set me free.

 

Lost in love,

Eyes on her, she got my love,

I did light a candle for us but she took it for her self,

She did light it when she felt cold,

She did light it when she needed to read from my mind,

Still she never answered

Dear eyes, help me see a way, the only way to lure her to tell me about us,

Am dying cold hearted,

Am dying in love with one aint sure of her feel.

©blindeye

PERFECT LOVE STORY.

A story of Romeo and Juliet still clings in my mind as i note this to you,

How i wish ours would also live to speak for us.

The sun has been kind to us, its rays soothing our hard times to sleep.

I hold my cup of ink close to my heart,

Wishing to spice this note to you

Wishing the ink would put my heart beats on paper

Wishing the ink would be warm to light some feelings on paper

Yes how i wish,

I got so many wishes i know.

 

May my ink kill the distance between you and me,

May your heart hold a conversation with your legs, telling your legs to carry you my way.

By the bridge i stand like a “love craw”,yes

I want to scare the love out of you,

Then bottle it ,to have it in my place

For i wish to listen to what the two hearts need

In a bottle,they will be all alone, to settle their differences and embrace their similarities.

Hail ink, guide me on writing the perfect love story,

A story of two who wished to live their lives together,

A story of a lover who would take a ring for her,

A story of a lover who would make his ribs seven on both sides,

A story that had two lovers grow greener hearts,

A story of a lover who cried any minute her love went missing,

A story that would live to be others dream

A story that people would not be sorry to read or hear

That story ought to be our story.

 

©Ghostartdom™

Blind eye-2018

DOWN HERE.

I love it down here,

The cheering of maggots calms me

The shuffling of ant’s feet on my bones freshens me

Tell me of a place nice than here,

My room is rectangular n just enough for me,

I have a window right above my head

The walls of my room have metallic slim pillows on each side

My room is carpeted white ,i feel at peace with my room

I dont need to go to church to repent for my sins, this i do right in here,

I have a cross right above my room, i have a rosary ,i can recite the Apostles creed by heart,

 

The nights are so nice to me

I feel my spirits leave me to sleep ,

I wonder what it goes searching for, it brings me nothing before the sun rises,

Does it guard the flowers above me,

Does it bring some bees to pollinate my flowers,

Does he paint my cross to keep off the rust,

Does it re write my initials on top of my room,on this heavy sky above me

I wonder what it does, maybe i will ask when its back

Dear spirit dont be mad,please do tell me or promise to take me along with you tonight

 

 

I love this place,

I dont feel dead as people say iam, am just tired to roam around like my spirit

My suit is torn, i cant walk around naked,

My cheek bones are so sharp i dont want to cut anyone while hugging them

I dont want to go back to the streets where i had house,

Now ,here i have a window and a roof above me,

Keep your voices low when you come visiting,

Keep your tears in yout tummies, its time to merry bring me a bottke of wine,

Join me down here n it will be your last day up there,

Its the best place

Where you rest n be friendly to the tiny animals,

© blind eye

GROWING UP.

I loved how the rain made love to earth,

The smell of soil after rain racing up my lungs,

I loved to see the water droplets clinging on the grass and leaves,

When rain made love ,

Sun would show up at times,

To bless the rain’s love,

To cloth it with life

Then there would be lines,

Seven lines on the sky,

Red, orange,yellow,green,blue,indigo and violet,

On the sky the rainbow would appear,

Why did we call it rain bow

Did it have a head that longed for the tail,

That the head wished to surface with the tail?

This i never knew till now as am growing up

 

Growing up,

Growing up seeing the seven colors made seven my lucky number,

I craved for a rainbow in my life,

I did love the language of my heart,

It did crave for voice,

It wished to be heard,

Only my mouth would grant its wish.

I did love the itch in my fingers,

Holding a pencil it would not let go as long as my sharpener lived,

Growing up with a pencil in my hand ,I had to roll a book close

From the trees that droplets collected,

From the rainbow that i did see,

For my time ,a present i did collect,

For the love of art ,finally i did get to see

 

©Blind eye

LIPPY.

She did wish to turn him on,
She did wish to shoot at the stars by his side,
She wanted to fit a “them” in the love frame,
Their eyes did lock leavin her lifeless,
His scent kept her nose yearning for more, to sip in air from his nose
So she did wish to coat what comes from her mouth
She did wish to coat his heart and ears with the best feel

She did seat by the mirror for seven days,each day full of frustrations,
Each day with its color,
She did learn the art of painting her lips,
On the first day,
Blue on her lips,
She couldn’t soar to his limits.
On the second day,
Red on her lips,
His lips did go blunt trying cut a kiss.
On the third day,
Black on her lips,
His lips didn’t have a flash light, he did miss.
On the fourth day,
Green on her lips,
His lips did feel like sodom apple leaves.
On the fifth day,
Purple on her lips,
His lips did taste acidic .
On the sixth day,
White on her lips,
He did get afraid ,his lips would go dead.
On the seventh day,
He did bring her mirror down ,
Let her lips feel free to be kissed by the sun,
Then did let gloss flood her lips,
This, did warm his lips, slid his tongue into her mouth
Gloss did wake his dull art
And on the last day ,the seventh day, she did find love.

© blind eYe -2018
Art n chill