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Oct 20 · 81
Qweyku Oct 20
wishes are wistful things
i speak truths
when i proclaim
i pray you the very best
all we need is little faith
Aug 31 · 756
August Sun
Qweyku Aug 31
An ancient river
an old London chapel
& our last summer rays
of such an august Sun
The promise of niceties...
laughter, drinks, ice cream
& perhaps a softly stolen kiss

Fill my hand with yours.

If you please;
a pleasant walk with you
up on Tower Hill

© Qwey.ku
Who knows?
Apr 18 · 529
Soul Lights
Qweyku Apr 18
our windows
to the soul

veils permitting
light within

darkness foe
& gifts
of Gods' giving

of the soul

© Qwey.ku
Mar 17 · 3.6k
Sun Children
Qweyku Mar 17
Sun Kisses
& melanin
a cocktail
made for

Radiant power
within brown skin

Witnessed by
heavens glory
white-lies & kin

Look yonder
troubled waters

...rays of hope
bask in futured
lumination of all
His Children

© Qwey.ku
Sun's Children
Oct 2018 · 684
Qweyku Oct 2018
in sleep i saw something
beautiful in your eyes

no doubt you have regenerated
my awakening

                    © Qwey.ku
Sometimes I write what I see within the night
Oct 2018 · 2.7k
Wounds Heal
Qweyku Oct 2018
YOU ARE so much more than your wounds,
but when you craft your signature,
your scars share the weight of your pen...

MORE than a conqueror

© Qwey.ku
Oct 2018 · 587
Broken Fragile
Qweyku Oct 2018
a   h e a r  t   m o u l d  o f   g l a s s

w h e n   p a s s i o n   b r o k e   f r e e

c  l e a  r  l y   my   s o u l   s h a t t e r e d

a s   l o v e s   s p e a r   t h r u s t

t h r o u g h   f i s s u r e s   q u a k e d

o n   t h e   i n s i d e s   o f   m e

© Qwey.ku
Sep 2018 · 873
Qweyku Sep 2018
My Heart is made of glass
in it, I have tried to keep love safe
© Qwey.ku
Sep 2018 · 410
Within Us
Qweyku Sep 2018
in time
our parents
will become
our ancestors

our children
their beautiful
willed inheritance

a well within us
sweet waters, but
bitter proof; sorrow
gives strength to joy

© Qwey.ku
Sep 2018 · 7.4k
In A Jiffy
Qweyku Sep 2018
Time is...
a gift, barely examined
a present, rarely opened
locked away in a strong box
its key cobwebbed under
the dust of procrastination.

In disbelief
we feign ignorance  
mentally banking cheques
signed:'all the time in the world'

Yet we drink reflectively
from warm comforting
fragile glazed cups
filled with the brazen solution:
'no time like the present'.

Perhaps we all 'need a break'...
'in a jiffy' may be too late.

© Qwey.ku
Aug 2018 · 12.4k
Oceans Speak
Qweyku Aug 2018
drenched in a sea of waveforms,
dancing on the ebb of a digital ocean
its crests crowned with sound

pitched upon amplitude tides      
their volume compressed;
reverberating through glass speakers
mere dots in the sands

i hear cadence...
within the music of your speech
how can it be,
such a many word
yet forgotten,
indelibly on your beach?

if we could interpret the oceans
what stories would its sea speak?
of its corruption?
treasures unreturned
to lost and found?
or of its time to give up the dead,
or of the angels that fell to its ground?

© Qwey.ku
Have I told you of how I love the sea?
A duplicitous temptress.
choosing to drown or carry you afloat.
Aug 2018 · 3.3k
Bright Apparitions
Qweyku Aug 2018
This world is full of dreams
many are lost, found
& salvaged by others.

Some fade, starved of thirst;
ghosts haunting minds’ mirage.

But, there are those rare sparks;
shorn flashes of brilliance,
blazing through self-existence.

Yes. Our world full of dreams.

              © Qwey.ku
May 2018 · 559
Bl* *k B* * * *rd
Qweyku May 2018
I can only infer you
speak of my skin
this beautiful brown
this lovely melanin

Yes. Father’s no more,
now long gone, but before
he departed he worked
himself to the bone
straying not a day
from home

As for my colour
you must be blind
the contorted
black darkness
you perceive
has never been mine

Why is this hue such
an affront to you?
policemen, judge, jury
school teachers too?

tis said we’re good
actors; for we play
many a part
but you pay no mind
to such sentiment nor
proverbial heart-to-heart

No sah! Mistake not my
composure for failed
advance, blink once
& I’ll lick you down
given half the chance!

But then you, your ilk
and your briers sown
would just rise again
with sated verbal abuse
& agenda obtuse

Lawd O’ Mercy
I want off this
deadly semantic

Go home!! N * * * * r!!!
Seething; they scream!

...there goes another
coloured criminal
for being created
a shade of Eden's
dust of the ground
melanite brown
Jan 2018 · 401
Black Ugly
Qweyku Jan 2018
I wonder if pictured opinion is found
in the sight of the visually impaired?
& if they might be inclined to share
views meaning behind Beauty Is Blind?

Have they too been sold a melanated lie?
That hue-man shades of brown
ought to be blackened with a frown?
& whitewashed with a lighter sense
of melanted pride?

I ponder,
eyes closed.

Do minds,
deeper see, outside?

**© Qwey.ku
On Jan 14, 2018, an ABC online article under the heading: 'UK party suspends leader's girlfriend over Markle remarks' ABC reported on a story being carried by several UK publications discussing private texts sent by UK model;
Jo Marney, girlfriend of the suspended UKIP party leader.
Where she referred to so called 'Black people' as "ugly" adding other disparaging comment and opinion on the intellect and ethnicity of British Royal Prince Harry's fiance Meghan Markle.
Dec 2017 · 758
Qweyku Dec 2017


T r  e a s u r e


m o m e n t s

soon will be

m  e m o r i e s


© Qwey.ku
"...wherever your treasure is there your heart is also" ~ Matityahu 6:21
Nov 2017 · 217
Qweyku Nov 2017
infected by your
contagious smiles

for this the heart
has no antidote*

© Qwey.ku
Nov 2017 · 1.4k
Qweyku Nov 2017
An aged woman her sight waxing dim
Waits at the gate called patience
A stalwart near the inner court;
Whose walls are named deliverance
Bolted by a door of praise.

She watches at the gate intently
Though many hurriedly egress
& fewer enter by it.

She tells those who will listen:
I look for the one coming from Edom
The one dressed in red
The wearer of the royal turban
The giver of the eternal ring.

So old
She is rumoured to be immortal
Her name is Kheftsivah
Though some call her Beulah
But I prefer her sacred name; Wisdom
& the secret one not yet given.

She is there still, they say
Ancient yet standing
Watching & waiting

           © Qwey.ku
Oct 2017 · 336
laughter lines
Qweyku Oct 2017
wrinkles in time
etch the pillars
of the lights to my soul

lines of laughter
take residence upon my brow;

[these furrows] the collagen
masking the prayer of sorrows
that draw deeper than skin

© Qwey.ku
Sep 2017 · 288
Little One
Qweyku Sep 2017
Before you see it
Before you realise
Before you know
& comprehend

A glass sits before you
Measured above 'a little late'
Brimful at the line;

"No time like the present"

A gift given all,
Barely examined & rarely opened
Save with warm sorrow & sober reflection
Ever thankful of past occasion...

Drunk on youth!
Grasp & be enlightened;

The future is indeed an education.

© Qwey.ku
Epiphany: My Heart is made of glass and in it I have tried to keep love safe

For Raphaela
Jul 2017 · 486
Qweyku Jul 2017
I heard the dawn whisper

"Hope is on the horizon"

Just as her Sun rose
clothed in copper orange
eclipsing the shimmer
of earths waters
with soul piercing rays

Illuminating the day forwards
like flames winged with healing
engulfing paths with the brightness
found in the joy of wisdom

Imparting strength
in the sure vision
of understanding...

Hope IS on the horizon

                    © Qwey.ku
Jun 2017 · 640
Qweyku Jun 2017
hopeless grief

waves of emotion trigger
compassion of comradery
displayed in nothing but
the simplicity of love.


what dawn of terror
May 2017 · 490
Sleeping Giant
Qweyku May 2017
A son of Africa
but your sons will remember you
as their father
your daughters too
and childrens' mother
as that one talk-dark-suave
African brother
her friend and her lover
surpassed only by your faith
in a higher other...
the eternal soul lover

G-d! (Ewruade!!!)

How quickly you returned
from “where you came…
...Chaley” a type of original journalism
May G-d permit my spirit to do the same

Go rest.

We’ll see you when we’ve done our time
when we’re old and journaled grey
In glory crowned as such
reflecting His brilliance bronzed
In faith
we'll keep the watch.

Rest now
African Sun


We'll keep the watch
Jan 2017 · 2.4k
Fallen Words
Qweyku Jan 2017
Despair unrequited asked of me;

where do proverbs, poems...
such wisdom's go to die?

do they expire with the ink of thought
penning themselves out of imagination?
or, simply tire of expectation?

tell me
i would scourge
that unenlightened grave-site,
guillotine its immoral keeper,
decapitate him upon
a writer’s block!

show me
i will breach earths bowels
wrenching words from darkness' depths
with the light verse of celebration
a calligrapher’s paragraph of praise.

only then should i rest in piece
from wordy passion
scribed with its, novel pleasures

when spent, 
upon my epitaph do write;

'she was consumed,
birthing words to life'

© Qwey.ku
Nov 2016 · 1.4k
Qweyku Nov 2016
Spirit of pleasant memory told me;
(to) keep writing
sweetly fell her words
to the crests of my shoulders
she lifted me with a breath...
"the world was waiting".

Selfishly I seek that soul of a day,
such that creation no longer tarries
save at least one precious moment,
sooner, than what was writ afore.
Thank you
Nov 2016 · 14.0k
Rain Music
Qweyku Nov 2016
Sometimes the rain falls
as if its penning poetry
to the rhythm of its own music;
a sonic tune of liquid tapestry.

Cleft from a sky immersed
in the scene of a tragedy.
It's tears,
the pitter-patter;
a solemn dance
for all humanity.

An ancient jig this fluid frolic
never tiring of its endless cycle
vesting and revisiting this terra firma
like a lover emasculating the earth
of its desert state,
or adding to its oceans
in a bid to be free.

But you’re here again, I’ve noticed
for even through windows
your music plays a clamorous
and rather brazen beat.

Take my hand, why don’t you?


Dance with me.

**© Qwey.ku
Nov 2016 · 790
Qweyku Nov 2016
my lips parted
humbled by your resplendence
enchanted by the mystery of your beauty

so i spoke the words of promise
forged on an anvil of insanity
fashioned by a trembling tongue
the fire of fearful fidelity

a passion extinguished by acceptance
reborn from the sated ashes of embrace
reignited with the kindle of emotion
the inferno in the flame of your breath

                  **© Qwey.ku
Nov 2016 · 548
Perfect Day
Qweyku Nov 2016
If I could undo the hands of time
There would be no tomorrow.
For yesterday would ever remain,
One perfect day with you again

                      © Qwey.ku
For Jim
Nov 2016 · 4.7k
Love Transcends
Qweyku Nov 2016
I speak of love
when I compare you to
sweet summers day
or a rose of its garden

I speak of passage in the sea of time
when I say
forever or always
whichever tide ebbs first.

I speak of knowledge
when I say
the body of a young lady is heavenly
but a womans' decidedly divine

I speak of faith
when I say
nothing good
ever became
without an
inject of pain

I speak of fear
when I used to say
you'd be gone some day
but now I know,
love transcends the grave

© Qwey.ku
Oct 2016 · 10.2k
Bitter Sweet
Qweyku Oct 2016
strange things:
the same hands we raise
in victory are those we
lift in surrender, just as
joy is known because
we've tasted the fruit
that sadness yields.

**© Qwey.ku
Oct 2016 · 342
Qweyku Oct 2016
the turmoil of the universe
was carved of a canvass
of black so its stars would
shine ever brightly.

our celestial picture is heaven
astrologically saying;

"the darkness of your troubles
simply serves to luminate
the brilliance of beauty
in all your battles of victory...

for even death is undone
with the last flicker of breath
like falling stars leave
a glorious trail of descent"

**© Qwey.ku
Sep 2016 · 278
Qweyku Sep 2016
ancient shades of brown
defiantly labelled black
deeper semantic collusion
perpetuating tall tales;
a mass hypnosis of the
emperors new clothes            
                                                       hue man
                                                       colour blind
           not seeing
           i am because
           i was taught so

                                                   **© Qwey.ku
Sep 2016 · 351
Qweyku Sep 2016
Finding oneself is painful.

Its simile is precious gold
never  exorcised with ease.

Only at an arduous end
is carat (er) considered Golden.

“Dig Deep” when life troubles
for Wisdom says you are;
”A Hidden Gem”.

© Qwey.ku
Find Wisdom
Sep 2016 · 4.6k
Qweyku Sep 2016
Character is an island
Where men fear to sail

It's waters too deep a reflection

© Qwey-ku
Sep 2016 · 357
Last Night
Qweyku Sep 2016
I dreamt of father,
He confided, he was dying.
Mother Mercy watched on,
All knowing,
As he & I embraced...

Through a whisper,
I cried
“I love you”...

Never have I held one so tightly,
As I did last night.

**© Qwey.ku
Aug 2016 · 1.6k
Qweyku Aug 2016
Take heed, falter not
Your time is currency,
Tied ineffaceably
To the heart rate of
Your Fiscal Policy.

Spent but once,

“Spend your time wisely"
Advised are we
But time invested
Face-value perceived,
Too steep a price paid

Such an idea of a lie,
So psyche ingrained.
Dire submission
of modern humanity
Ever so
Intrinsically sealed
We even

“These moments are stolen”
our time considered;

“...too precious”

**© Qwey.ku
Aug 2016 · 1.1k
Emotion Home
Qweyku Aug 2016
Hope's expectation is
Carried by the wind,
A turbulent sky's ocean,
A heaven of jetted wings.

**© Qwey.ku
Jul 2016 · 2.5k
My book ends
Qweyku Jul 2016
That familiar,
Wicked whisper


Dreams destruction.
Especially when it screams...

"You'll never achieve!"



Is quantified as the


Weighed as a tiny
Mustard seed.

Ending with...


~ QB
be an inspiration first to yourself and then to others
Jul 2016 · 259
Qweyku Jul 2016
We write our history with footsteps.

We rarely read in between the lines.
Hope is there,
Indelibly, invisibly, inked;
Blood red,
Between every page
pain & glory.

~ QB
Lev 17:11
Col 1:27
Jun 2016 · 3.1k
Qweyku Jun 2016
Why do the tongues of little birds
converse with the morning?
And their hearts stanza their beaks
to parley each dawn?

Have men lost their voice?

That creatures so small;
Should be the guardians of days night.

**© Qwey.ku
Qweyku May 2016
I held a Mother in my arms,
With love
tears of mournful abandon,
Watching as she passed to paradise.
In time,
I heard a Father’s breath of silence;
His silver cord too, shredded.

Oh my soul!

We have been force fed a lie;
That real men don’t cry?
for it is written;
“and Jesus wept.”

A son shouldn’t search such unsearchable sorrow...
But it's right that children bury their parents,
Not the other way around, a painful truth;
our caretaker's are now in the ground.

How long before sunshine’s healing rays
Dissipate this institute of grief?
When will the Son rise?

(G-d have mercy on us all.)

~  © Qwey.ku
Mar 2016 · 620
Qweyku Mar 2016
Sorrow is too painful a Master;
I must resign his employment.

*© Qwey.ku
Mar 2016 · 529
Abraham's Bosom
Qweyku Mar 2016
Yesterday a Father died,
He journeyed far from a village called No. 1
He gave his life.


I hope you've found peace;

                                                         ­           the ***** of Abraham.

~ QB
Jan 2016 · 1.3k
Qweyku Jan 2016
The shortest distance
between pain and peace,
[between what is
the fruitfulness of the morrow]

is a hell of a shortcut;
an unattractive narrow path
gated small,
travail  &  obedience.

A steep elevation,
hewn of solid rock;
an ancient roman road,
travelled few.

Pay mind to where you tread.
Be walked conditioned fit.
relinquish all your baggage.

**© Qwey.ku
The distance between pain & peace,
Is the light at the end of your tunnel.


~ QB
Dec 2015 · 362
Qweyku Dec 2015
There is a reason why
never friend...

They try to visit on force of occasion,
but blindly
like lone
in the stiff dead of night.


a haunting divide;

an ebb


of salty foam.

An eerie vacuum...

a sense & state of pregnant airs' taste

...a forever's of fleeting tranquility.

**© Qwey.ku
Oct 2015 · 6.1k
Qweyku Oct 2015
             leaves open
     the door of uncertainty,
             Just enough for

the breeze of possibility

© Qwey.ku
breeze or draft which one's cool?
Jul 2015 · 1.2k
A Luta Continua
Qweyku Jul 2015
Anathema's flag
flies no more?
Save at half-mast
in the hearts of diehard's;
forever, 'general-ly'. (lee)

Will Kromantse (Cromatin) blood rise
to salute this gesture?
Will it change our children's future?

Waged (media) war,
whitewashing the *****:
a creed
of socio-economic

**© Qwey.ku
Jul 2015 · 409
Qweyku Jul 2015
Have you ever seen the pages of a story unfold
in the single movement of a moment?
These are stolen.

                 **© Qwey.ku
Have you ever seen the pages of a story unfold in a single movement of a moment; these are stolen.
Jul 2015 · 566
Qweyku Jul 2015
My chest has been waiting,
Waiting awhile for your hands.
For I have cuddled you in the still,
Willing your arms to wake,
Embracing sentiments favour.

I have prayed your dreams
Would speak of this longing,
But ageless nocturnal gates
kept desire at bay,
All but until;
Epiphany's day.

Acutely aware & awake.
This promise I have forged:

Tonight my sweet,
Shall blissfully
find solace
in sleep.

                                              **© Qwey.ku
Jun 2015 · 3.2k
Ms. Concept
Qweyku Jun 2015
There is a woman I oft meet
On my journey here to home

Hey Lady!
I feign to shout.
My complexion's dark
But not my Soul.
So when you fright
On my approach
There is no need
To cross the road.

I'll feel that for a millennia,
My kin

You so rudely
Robbing me,
Of the
To politely
Commune with you...
“good morning”

Then again,
You could be applying,
Learned street smarts?
Changing lanes,
Avoiding crossing paths.

Pretending not to see me,
Hiding under your
Skull candy.

What sweet music
are you channeling?
Tunes contrary to Art?
Catchy wicked things
Said twice?
High definition

Shall we dance from a distance
Again tomorrow?

Yes of course!
For I believe,
You too have been deceived.

Hey! Ms. Concept,
The beauty found in this deep Brown,
Predetermines fact that
I'm called

**© Qwey.ku
I wonder...
what does this say about you & me?

The dictionary's definition of Black:

lacking hue and brightness;
absorbing light without reflecting any of the rays composing it.
characterized by absence of light; enveloped in darkness
soiled or stained with dirt
gloomy; pessimistic; dismal
deliberately; harmful; inexcusable
boding ill; sullen or hostile; threatening

pertaining or belonging to any of the various populations characterized by dark skin pigmentation, specifically the dark-skinned peoples of Africa, Oceania, and Australia.
African American.
Jun 2015 · 609
Qweyku Jun 2015
Sometimes I pick up the phone
About to call,
Then I remember...
I can't.

Why is your number
Still live in my contacts?
I know you're no longer party to life,
not here to take my call,
but my dreams
tell otherwise;
they keep telling me lies.

You should stop visiting my sleep.

Real life - is just too real.
I feel it when I wake,
so too the saline behind these eyes,
crippling my thoughts,
yet they say;
makes one wise.

I've seen too much.
I've missed your calls.
Do you know
I barely remember your voice?


**© Qwey.ku
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