The almighty
preach from
a pulpit propped
by hypocrisy
Jubilant voices
of the choir
are heard across
nation's
with hashtags
and cancellations
Who gives these
preachers their titles ?
Who bows down to them?
One word, one syllable
and the choir follows
with two left feet
and a beehive of amorphous beliefs
The hopes of a new world
pervade their being
whilst the old world
is dragged by the chains
of their feet .
Who gives these
preachers their titles ?
Who bows down to them ?
The almighty
aren't so mighty
but big words
and loud voices
can be as deceiving
as the redundant
cries that wolves
exist where
there are none .
The choir sings
louder ,
their popularity
grows ,
hashtags
proliferate
and all that was
said to be love
ends up being …
Hate ...
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
The great bells of Saturn,
it cheers from all directions
Never speaking of any true path
but signifying one of many
Her rings, not safe to slide on
seem secure from my location
But I pause, unsure where to start,
doubting if I'm ready.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
I have visions of myself letting go,
dropping my persona, screaming
and unleashing thunder.
Then it rains from my eyes.
The storms of my insides explode,
a hurricane of emotions
unapologetically take control of me.
I am no longer suppressed by secrecy,
no longer forced to act based on duty.
No, in this vision, I allow for vulnerability.
I am an animal, a tired, so very tired animal,
tortured and tattooed by agony,
marred by melancholy.
This is me
Not my persona,
not the lies,
not the masks.
I am uncontrollable,
pent up frustration,
storms that rain dread,
an ominous loom
of darkness and gloom.
Nothing good escapes me
as I lose control of myself.
Tears and blood trail the
paths I have burnt to ashes.
Anger and sadness intermingle
as I begin my crooked dance.
My feet do not feel the ground
as I leap from my persona
and unleash my thunder.
My hands move erratically,
as if possessed with a sudden electricity.
I am no longer human.
But in this vision, so disturbing,
so grotesque,
there lies an unequivocal truth.
In this vision, so broken and dissonant,
that is where I can be found.
That is where all the honesty,
no longer drowns under an ugly
metal mask that I use,
parading as something contrary to
myself.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
Now, every time I think of you,
I remember our sinful encounter,
your lust filled gaze.
The whole affair should have never happened.
I didn’t recognize myself when I lay in your arms.
I became older, colder, more rebellious and utterly
open towards you.
We know every inch of each other.
I know you love that, you revel in it.
But I don’t. I feel exposed and completely confused.
I don’t know what came over me that day.
One moment I was a shy wallflower
in the midst of a sea of strangers.
I don’t know whose party it was or if I was even invited.
Then you spotted me in the crowd and came to talk to me.
Most of it is a blur in my head.
We hurriedly ran off together,
our clothes came off,
your lips trailed my neck.
You were huge and experienced,
We explored but didn't truly
discover each other.
After all was done,
There was just silence.
We were silent,
my thoughts were silent.
You tried to embrace me for some moments
but I pushed your arms away.
It was just a transaction.
Looking back, I don’t understand all of it.
I hope we never meet again.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
Solitude,
a gift,
a friend,
that which I thrive on.
He lulls me to sleep,
listens to my midnight thoughts,
caresses my body with his
wholesome embrace.
But I sometimes push him away,
ignore him,
replace him with trivial things,
empty conversations.
He, on the other hand,
whispers sad memories into my head,
reminds me of what I have lost,
how alone I get.
He forces me to vividly remember
memories I tried to forget.
Solitude creates an inner turbulence of
my ambivalence.
He relents and resents his replacements,
my so called "friends."
Yet, I am closer to solitude than anyone else.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
What am I ,to you ?
A puppet , to be displayed
and controlled?
A conformist who should
be forced into submission?
We have had our share of disagreements,
our share of unpleasant moments.
But, I chose to be the bigger person,
I chose to acknowledge my mistakes
and seek solutions.
You chose to become a ghost,
a nomad , absent from
all forms of responsibility.
You chose to hide behind your emotions
and left me alone to rebuild what we lost.
I cannot fix our past ,
I can only accept my mistakes
and move forward.
Life is not meant for us to stand back
and watch our mistakes and regrets control us.
I have done my part
and stand with certainty.
I am not proud of all the decisions that I made
but that does not mean that I should not move through the pain.
It is now your turn.
You can either turn your back on me and us
or return to me and work with me to create new paths
full of suns and rains,
laughs and pains.
What do you choose?
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
Silhouettes stood dark and tall,
I should have shut up once and for all.
My mouth was sealed,
no words were said.
When spoken, they were
empty words that went unheard.
Age divided us.
For this, I was mocked.
My tongue was sharp
so, I was flogged.
I saw you live your dream
all the time.
I saw the importance,
but what about mine?
I saw people,
I saw joy,
I saw children play with toys.
I wished for space,
far from there.
I wished for miles
as far as light years.
But I still asked myself,
"Why was I there?"
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
His hands linger,
caressing her thighs
and with hopeful eyes,
he recites Shakespearean rhymes.
What could have been more romantic?
What could have been more tragic?
His recital is like a symphony to a stoic audience.
Unfruitful is his performance,
unattainable is her heart.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Why are people afraid of me?
I am simply an ideology.
Why do people feel ashamed of me?
I am simply a human being.
We cannot all think the same,
yet people 'promote diversity'.
We cannot think the same,
so there lies the hypocrisy.
Amidst their disguises of compassion,
there is a dangerous distraction.
If they truly encouraged love,
then they would not promote destruction.
A looks different from b,
in todays world, that is an abomination.
B thinks differently from c,
in todays world, that is an invasion.
It is also as if people want to rewind time
and stop at segregation.
Like a pervasive virus,
there is more and more division.
We cannot rewrite history, but we relive it.
We can change the future by solving the present.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
How did you get here?
Where did you come from?
Questions plague your mind
as you try to disentangle weeds
and traverse through the forest.
Calmly, you travel ,
trying to unravel
this puzzle.
Something lurks in this
dark and eerie forest.
You can’t see it.
but you can feel it.
Out of the darkness,
beauty emerges.
A man of mystery
walks to you and
places your hands in his.
Instantly, you are pulled to him,
like a moth to a flame.
This man has aroused passion in you.
But who is he?
You have met him before.
Entranced by his presence,
you lean into him,
trying to cling to his essence.
But no matter how hard you cling,
there is a barrier.
There is a fire in you,
a fire to discover this mystery.
But the barrier persists.
he insists that there must be a barrier.
He holds on to you
in the darkness of the forest.
He is hidden by the shadows
but you still cling to his darkness.
Like an addict,
you depend on him,
on his darkness.
You wake up full of questions,
missing the being,
missing the connection.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC