Reaching Out

Reaching Out

 

The halls are filled
With so much clutter,
Just thinking of it
Makes me shutter.
Their’s so many things we wish
We could stop, 

The shoutings and crime,
But we need to remember
We are running out of time.
We need to hurry we,
Cannot wait,
For soon it could be,
To late.
Reach out a hand and
Lead them to Allah,
For the creater above thats watching
Can see us.

To Be Manic

To Be Manic

Infused with Fire
Licking my brain
Unrelenting and fierce,

What passionate flame
Is this;
 As Irony’s Child–

Was I
Created for Life,
Or born to die?
My hunger creates
To tame this Fire
Keeping my pain
From climbing higher
Spewing my Madness

On paper, 

On keys

A needle thrust in
The pressure to ease
So if my creation
Moves you in part,
Don’t burn yourself
On my Fire in Heart