The call centre chap calls
day in and out finding
that soonest excuse
to hold on the day
and sail some greetings

He would ask about my day
and if I am feeling okay
the most strange fleeting
of flatter and flirtatious hills
It’s an absurd daunted mill

His voice I would hear in the morn
and just before the dusk settles
Ohh how he said he loves my voice
and my existence is his concern
with withheld numbers and utters

Yet, I never ever ask anything
I show no concern or interest
that sort of art is a moment away
like a moody absent rose I appear
Not guessing, dreaming or wanting

As dreams of another slips away
I remain the centre of my games
As preys approach erected fences
The blinded windows become unspoken
Soon he will give way and walk away

Lay as the rain tears it’s way
In trenches drenched eternally
As the waters draw sequences
Pat the dreams of April showers
Gently mesh on the downing dew
Resting on the daring ventures
Textures of the enduring greys
eyes patched with persistent blues
Let the fire burn to a summer day
Simmering it’s light on a bloom
A blossom of the drooling *****
Leading to the winter starry lens
Black towers of the night draw close
Flickering with a drowsy tamed sheen
Reflecting the loony daring moon
Water remains a confession eye
A mirror that stays and revises

There was a time that I was unfilled
searched and dropped in an ocean*
in the deep water the last hope lost
bombs exploded and shells bursted
the whole of me was decanted
a remnant that seems muted
but one that's alive and lasting

There was a time that I was waiting
to be seen, loved, deserved and adored
like the lentil sat in the water to sprout
and the state withered, lowly swallowed
the brokenness of it ached, stakes gone
the bets were a loss drained on the grounds
as the escalator crept it's way up

There is moment in the present day
where the awoken me is a desire
a goal to believe within my depths
touching the instincts and procures
not hurt and not wanting to believe
neither relying on the adoration to sate
*as the state of lone licked all the tears

Savasana is a calm state
in the midst of quietness
all passes away always
like a forever in reverse
Its a state of a corpse
where body meets earth
shoulder kiss the ground
and breath rises above all
Its a reward to the motor
tendering and weeding
giving growth an embrace
It's a handshake I long for
after the crafting and trying
the twisted boats, aeroplanes
lizards, cobras and sphinx
a remedy from warrior stances
and the table tops and doggies
to the wonderful cats and cows
It's a gateway to Pratyahara
the very bridge that connects
the fibres of inside and outside

Dicky dicky dicky
Licky licky licky
Tick tick tick

I stumbled on you behind the zipper
It’s not a tripper but a ripper
Looking through your eyes can you see me peep
Looking through the veil can you hear me lick
Looking from above can you hear me sip
On the golden lips can you hear that teach
On the frozen tip can you taste the heat

Dicky dicky dicky
Licky licky licky
Tick tick tick

(Swahili)
Ni mwangaza unawika
Ni mawimbi yanatunza
Munda huyu umefika
Ni mapenzi yanawika
Na mvua umepita
Na kutunza haya matunda
Kuyaweka kwa tumaini

(English translation)
The bright light is burning
The storms are mesmerising
Now the time has come
And love is calling out loud
The rain is passed and gone
And the seeds are to be sowed
feverently placed in peace

Dicky dicky dicky
Licky licky licky
Tick tick tick

I stumbled on you behind the zipper
It’s not a tripper but a ripper
Looking through your eyes can you see me peep
Looking through the veil can you hear me lick
Looking from above can you hear me sip
On the golden lips can you hear that teach
On the frozen tip can you taste the heat

Dicky dicky dicky
Licky licky licky
Tick tick tick

Audio can be accessed on
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I want to tell you a story of the rainbow
that faded on the rays of the sun stroke
ohh the ground that I walked all the way
torrential rains on the side of the river bed
eroding all there is over all that is ever was

They see, see numbers sinking  
inside the tray of the memory
fixtures of the broken marbles
overshadowed by the cardinal

I want to walk you in the green forest range
that ever rising vocal lullaby mileage
of love and true redemption certainly
the harvest a triage of unlost path
eroding all there is over all that is ever was

They see, see numbers sinking  
inside the tray of the memory
fixtures of the broken marbles
overshadowed by the cardinal

Somedays I wrote words
but letters slipped away
lost beyond my grip
reaching and fetching

Somedays I wrote words
then shoved them away
uncased under the bed
searching and vexing

Somedays I wrote words
letting emotions prevail
as the cord strangled  
levelling and curling

Somedays I wrote words
presented with numbers
joints of joy and peace
trespassing and pleading

Somedays I wrote words
as a moniker hiding phases
a face on my lost arms
materialising, internalising

Somedays I wrote words
of a deep reflective past
and a sickening existence
passing days, pressing mazes

Today I don't want to hide
neither compartmentalise
nor capitalise the future
It's all the now, the me