Serendipity

Her name was serendipity,

she was a thrill seeker, feel seeker; and she found me when i was in seek for her.

Deep in her i felt real again,

Until she vanished where i couldn't aim.

There i was, in seek again to feel real again.

long was my search for the man she made me feel worth,

and all i wanted was to breathe again,

that air of walking like a real man again.

I need her, she completes me,

and completed i needed to be.

my need is not a commodity nor a necessity,

it's vitality to my soul kept in captivity;

captivity i was in for way too long,

and deliverance i needed from my cell of torments

and all i could hear in my everlasting agony was her name,

serendipity.

by

Gael K.Somayire

Street dreams

Blood, bullets and greed thats the formula to succeed;
So I was told by a nigga from the streets.
Dope selling, cash flowing and groupies fondness is every street nigga dream.
A life of thug ruling, living like a king...shit thats more like it.

How about a life of peace and serenity?
Nigga please...I want that street dream!

How about school and academic achievements?
Nigga please...I want that street dream!

I want that street dream,
my gun will be the pen I write my every script in each corner of the streets,
and I will put my all in it to own these streets.

Is that how it's gonna be?
Maybe it will be blood, pain and jail as the aftermath for a dream?
Nigga please...my gun will anchor my street dreams.

What if life is taken from you, how is it gonna be?
Nigga please.....believe in not forgetting those who took a bullet while dealing, in chase of a dream.

What a price to pay to be a street king.
Is that my beast in the belly, my aspiration, my dream?
Nigga please...forget that street dream.

by

Gael K. Somayire.

My truth

Will my truth save me from hell? 

Maybe it's the idea of a clean mind that triggers my hope?

Hope to live my afterlife in a world of perfect bliss.

Loneliness was my misery and the outcome of my honesty,

but i heard that the truth would deliver me from lies and infamy, but still I would face misery.

Is that how it's supposed to be?
If so, i am willing to be miserable for my truthfulness,
and be true to the truth of my honest being.

The truth of my honest being... maybe thats the key to redemption
and an afterlife in a world of perfect bliss.

By

Gael K.Somayire.