In the morning –
The enemy advanced and
our shields were down
for our strength was divided –
As we sat down by the banks of the river, By Babylon, we drank mouth to the water diluted with the blood of our people –
we cried;
[Oh you left ‘us ugly, gallant men twiddling our thumps In outer space wriggling…]
our song was gone
and the grief was bitter,
an excruciating pain we suffered,
we prayed for an intervention
for the journey we had to endure,
the humiliation wasn’t diabolical;
the restrain on our psych was worst-
we were bulls that operates the plough the mole that pull the carts any resistances was rewarded;
deprived of food and water-
sleep deluded from our eyes
tears never came to their sockets-
day and night;
for the pleasure of our masterswelabored gruelingly through
the high mountains
down to the shallow valleys –
the storms came and the rains fell,
the sun rose radiating our skin complicating our plight.
Hearts became ******
for the hard times,
forceful than the logic of the mind,
for we wondered if we shall ever return…….
home.
Our home is become Rome
and we playing by their rules
W/ no course to own
The muscle of our voice impair’d
Our soul in perpetual despair Lashed with strikes of hardship
So we set the enterprise
Of digging holes in our hearts
An industry for pixie dust To ensure grandel dines w/ wine
As we labored to set
The wolfs off before dusk
Burning the candle of midnight
Until we sight the morning light
Hope; w/ ‘e bird took flight to…..
No where.
We were lost at sea ,
With wild whales with big bellies-
Petty are we finless fishes,y we wishutord;
Not that we couldn’t
But the bankruptcy of the trust we accord, The trustees of our wealth; Misjudge our worth,
Sold our oil to the pirates of the west-The custodian of our essence
Mistake our silence for sin
To bargain an endless spin
Nonetheless our green field….
foreseen……
(c) 2017-
Tj. Kwame Photo credit: LolitoCatahan@[pictify.saatchigallery.co
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
Our time was in Vain , it wasn't of this world, I could tell *** I was over the moon into him, however he was into the vanity. I could measure by the smile he didn't return, the emoji on his face that exposed he would rather be somewhere else; and by the constant staring on his phone, covertly I wish to be the nucleus of his attention.
I wasn't given credit either for a wack acting job, but he kept me in the books and he remained dear to my heart.
His words were mean but all I meant ws an impractical heart-to-heart.
Sometimes I wanted to scream but all I'd ws painful silence, I wish he'd seen my pitiful sobs and touch where its hurts? I prayed he looks up and see my tears buh all he did ws look down on my pride.
My sin w/ him was being excessively naive therefore he flawed me asinine. How could he be SO heartless?
I can't believe I didn't get cardiac arrested.
The chill of loss froze my skin,
my love went cold after the storm...
His fingers sends chills through my silver hair , least ws I bothered if he ws heir to the united world.
he ws warm and his smile ws alive buh the dead has no sense of humor,
He ws soft spoken and his temper breaks like the iceberg, my pride sinks when he first apologizes, I felt his loss coz I didn't look him in the eye... He kept pushing his luck while I kept starring at the missed calls from my phone,he ws reaching and he pays;attention, dinner, and the makeup-the distraction ws more satisfying.
His silence was so laud I could hear his heart screaming.
I ws an odd character but i bet he ws obtuse to process the odds against him...
-Tj.kwame
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
The dews of heaven
She downs like the morning
A mellifluous creature, surfed ashore
Myrtle amid thorns; Quiescent
Heart of a royal; highness
Resplendent in garment of sapphire; radiant
The lady gouldian finch
Melodies inspires ataraxia
Beautific as wysteria
It’s her loving heart beaming smiles
Stretches as thousand miles
Incandescent as candle on a hill
Beacon of hope
Oh hear
The susurrations of a Gold-Mantled Rosella .
Tj. kwame
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC