©PmcCoywrites 2018


When I thought my day dire.
When nothing good at sight to stare.
I forced my body to free my mind,
So I do nothing but wind;
down the furnace burning me out.


The moment I saw her,
The very minute she shook my hand.
As a clairvoyant I could read her;
mind and every strand;
of hair swirling on her body.


I deliberately destroyed her doting;
when I stayed out of sight.
It became even more glorious I was floating.
'cause I don't want to fly kite.
Like kids trying out paper invention.


I knew I wasn't done cooking;
the *** of beans I have on fire.
Why should I **** a goat for feasting?
When I no longer have the desire,
To live like the boy I was.


For, I was once weak at heart matters.
My holy heart wrecked and left like tatters.
Now no longer emotionally hijacked,
Or be gullible to give myself to her to attract,
By the bountifulness of a woman’s beauty.


I can no longer be a Savage.
Not in my age.
I’ll leave my mouth to eat cake.
And have a bath in a lake,
Spiced with the reddest red wine.


When she was asked her name,
She absentmindedly mentioned my name.
'Tis funny how I got into her head.
Like a disease, I watched its widespread.
                                                                     I left her sick on love bed.


'Tis true I’m not emotionally hijacked,
Like I use to be.
Let me eat my *** of beans in peace.
When the time comes to **** a goat,
I will give a feast to man and beast.

©PmcCoywrites 2018

Moments metamorphose into mere memories.
What was sweet can be sour.
Friend today,
Foe in the future.
‘cause patience vexed charity.
If the heart bleeds,
‘Tis because of attachment.
You were once whole.
Weren’t you whole before?
Stop building a monument.
Don’t dismantle an anthill;
that will bite your foot.
Charity will find you.
Decline unwholesomeness when it finds you.

©PmcCoywrites 2018


When emotions run hot.
The heart becomes hurt.
The moment patience vexed charity.
What was webbed in the west,
Falls apart at the east.
Breaking what was built.
Ranting ****** sayings.
Hurting self and acting unhurt.
Forfeiting the once beautiful memories shared.

©PmcCoywrites 2019

Happiness they say is free.
I started my year grabbing the hands of happiness.
And, I won't let go.
I feel fire in my being when you kiss me.
The rhythm of your body resonates with mine.
I feel like an Egyptian god.
You remind me of queen Nefertiti of Egypt.
I'll ride your bike till I faint.
Like a boy rides a new bicycle.
I'll fly your kite into sky's highway.
Let your cloud swallow my sight.
I'll still own my vision.
Let me kiss all your bad memories away.
Let's linger longer,
Abandoning the whole world.
Let your water ***;
fall into irreparable pieces.
Let's let this moment matter.
I'll buy new pots but lets seize the moment.
By morning I'll bring the stream to your house.

©PmcCoywrites 2019

That long I was attached to you;
is how long I detached myself.
To avoid being hurt in the long run.
I’ve always allowed my emotions hurt;
when I get too close.
Now, I have decided to be whole,
and happy without anyone's help.
You proved to be smart.
You felt cool with the art.
Until God opened your ****.
You forgot nothing is new,
Or hidden under the sun.
You labeled me a friend.
Being a cheat you created your white lies.
I chose to be perturbed.
I chose my fate.
And who says I wasn’t glad;
how God helped me expose you!
I wonder what saving power saves me.
I only scribble my thoughts.
I have long forgiven all your wrongs.
But, I don’t think I can cease to forget them.
I learnt all the lessons.
They have become the blessings.
I will live with all my life feeling unattached.

©PmcCoywrites 2019

One year old Vase
Thrown and smashed.
The sweet was swift.
The times swift and sweet
All to pieces and nonsense.
What I remember,
Is I was more of a fixer,
Than I'd be a lover.
Long should this end come.
As the sweet was swift.
I knew this is what is coming.
For this, a part of me prayed daily.

©PmcCoywrites 2019

I don’t need a bed to drift off;
these days to have a nightmare.
I no longer fear the dark.
What terrifies me is the future.
And what it holds in its belly.

Take me aback to the ancient times.
I’m choking with this novel occult;
we all unknowingly belong to.
Where kids are taught evil as good.
And they paint good as evil.

I’m so tired of staying woke.
Let me sleep and be peaceful.
We’ve embraced what will make;
us less human and be super-human.
I’m losing my mind at these thoughts.

They create distractions for innocent children.
Their grips on us so strong.
Yet, the people sing their praises.
While they wallow more in unrecognizable *******.
‘Cause they present their tricks seemingly harmless.

We’re indoctrinated daily.
With their many charming channels;
with which they chain us.
We sell ourselves into slavery.
Even while we live like Freeborn.

The thought of tomorrow;
puts me off the purest ecstasy.
And I sometimes wish I was long gone.
‘Cause there are a million things;
I know I can never change.