The Alchemist

The alchemist

He turn sweat into soil
Although his blood boils
Due to all of life’s toils
His powers, society seeks to foil
But his true extent, only he can foil

He turns hours into powers
Dust into towers
The secret of his Alchemy
is hidden in the tapestry
Of life!!!

Untamed soul in the womb
To broken bowls in the tomb
The beginning and end matter less
But what comes out of stress
Is the determinant of the Alchemist’s success

The Alchemist, who acknowledges the need for effort
Makes mistakes, looses hope but remembers purpose
Turns means into ends
Stone into gold
Honesty, hardwork, values he befriends
As he seeks membership in the accomplished fold

Tuff Assassin

The Third Sea

[Asa || Baby Gone]

The things that bring us joy cause us soo much pain
We expect comfort but our hearts are shamed
Like the Atlantic, a splendid sight To grace the eye
It washes my trouble whenever I’m nigh
It soothes my soul to listen to her thunderous whispers
Her infinite beauty and accommodation, limitless

My comforter, my trouble
The way her waves do wobble
And smash through my heart like a train, full throttle
The breeze from her cold heart has turned mine to stone
And has led me to this lonely, desolate road

I pray my weary feet walk me out of cold night at see
To a Shangri La, where I’ll lay my head to sleep

Tuff Assassin

Saxophone Soliloquy

(Sade || The Sweetest taboo)

Failed attempts at conversations

Blamed on the work of Satan

The soul constantly craves attention

ying yang the heart extends a hand

she bend over to see the “desperate” attempt and cannot

But to ignore the hopeless

With his witty statements among many other antics

Resilient warrior he takes another shot,

Optimism never lacking his estranged heart seeks a spot

In the warm embrace of This near heavenly god

Her bossom filled with raged for no apparent reason

she read the text but cannot make meaning

Of why he’ll want to form part of the vicious cycle

the heart that chooses to be unaffected in a field of emotions is damaged goods

The heart that opens too wide is trampled on and taken for a fool

Frenzy of emotion

the answer lies with the chosen

Tuff assassin