Authoritarian control; manipulated religion
masked in a subtle political ideology
Commonly those who don’t exalt or lift high
thy name- but are so good at tell an enchanting story
To store up their pockets with the
materials of your lonely pocket
10% of a dollar, is more 100% of what you owe
to receive a prophet word

Welcome to the modern world, with all these
mega corporations; oops,
I mistook them for megachurches

“Do not commit ****** sin,” still there’s the
modern churches more interested on body counts
I have horrific flashbacks of feeling claustrophobia
in the arousing curiosity of people being drawn
by an attractive conference poster
Places well establishment, to establish the
dangers of following the words of false prophets

a sky made of perfect diamonds
i cut my eyes trying to dream of being high
-so above in momentary bliss, that i forgot i
was actually afraid of heights
perhaps hovering over the bottom lost in my past;
knowing not all things have a time to last
lost in the past, yet, not stranded
i landed on the runaway of the lovers above me
chasing after that familiar phantom of love, to keep
me company

a lot of the times it’s an unattained aspiration
a cup of tea to spill the drink, that leaves a sweet
taste of one last kiss- listening, with the deaf ear
sacrificing everything, but in the end the tea party
of love, would never really invite this coffee head

There’s a hole in a heart; like a chasm yawning
its someone so tired of filling themselves up
on pleasures- a walking cane of illusions- guided
by life’s many misapprehensions

Delusions of a mind’s coy mistress, engulfing me
with distress; you refuse to die, even in my heart’s
relapsed silence
a fathomless ocean of solitude

The magnitude of which is me, being tired of
loving with no results- living in the livelihood
that certain people you care for will leave stains
in your recently organized house
Still let me move onto another place, like the old
blossom in the breeze
Even as that yawning chasm starts to squeeze;
I won’t feel it up with things not received from the prayers
on my tired knees

Cheers to the mute tear on a cheek;
pass around that bitter sweet drink
That hits you hard right after the first sip
-the best flavour of it, is the odour of your past,
Fill up a heavy glass; get lost in the vestige of its spell
you’re high on most of your regrets, can’t you tell?

With a smile and delight, I swallow the poison
with such quick and heightened joy for the night
A bottle full of clear white, to erase all fears on the dot,
like a brand new pen, my first tip does leave a spot
I tipped the top, to embrace me as someone successful
just for those fleeting years- and now after in fame’s fall
I have all but a glass full of my tears.

The memory of so many pretty faces;
The forgetfulness of most of their names is my
Responsibility to claim. And the world is truly small
Whenever those stranger’s faces, once again come my way

The older woman is, “aunty,” the wiser man has to be everyone’s
“Good uncle.” “Sir or Madam,” to politely and professionally say,
I wasn’t paying much attention the first time you gave your name

Peers are referred to as, “bra.” “My brother,” to fellow church goers,
To faithfully say we’re all children of the Lord- why do we need to use
These earthly names at all. “My beautiful sister,” just to avoid any
Confrontation- then leave me to go online to do my research, when
I finally get home

These feelings are like a credit card---
sliding in and out the machine of a man’s heart

Please enter your code:
to withdraw the worth of love, but I’m really not someone
To bank on all of your love- it’s a result of nothing;
sometimes feeling so fake, with this plastic debit card

INSUFFICIENT FUNDS not all of us can afford
the worth to love; so insecure much, not one to close
the deal; don’t come too close, don’t give me a long hug
Just like my card, I might loudly decline your very love…

Hiding the pin to my very heart- four digit requirements;
four reasons you need to give me, to be revealing ****
Or did I mean to say sheet; either way, its all a cover to
cover around the fact I have a ****** mindset about love

A love I never bought, but I did buy a bunch of its dreams
-it must explain why I’m feeling so broke nowadays