The crescent moon had a silvery glow
lowly set on the dark shielded horizon
upon the clouded patch of glowy stars
towards the vast fields where cattle gaze
each with a light on pitch-black alleyways
following the muddy patterned paths
in the countryside of Burstall, we hustle
rumbling in hay sheds, beside the puddle
where torrential rains settled in a wrestle

It's been a 100 years since the war erupted
trenches charged with championed fears
cannons eroded with plentiful hopeful tears
The vicar of Burstall collared and robed
in front of masses with declarations of peace
lease of the acquisition, long-live the empire
denoted by the pitched but fading trumpet
off -keyed to the shrine of the beaconing light
where a chair is set fire-up high, in a glorious chant......

"Anna, stop giggling...we shall remember them Anna"

I’ll lay here and let the sun make love
Penetrate the shielded part of my being
to bear the brightness of its warmth
right to the base of the unmoved core
and when hysteria sizzles time passes
right to the century of the ancient timeline
where women sadness was denied access
only to be healed by a scientific ***** massage
that gentle movement of finger in the pelvic
to bridge the eruption with the explosive paroxysms
where a woman would relive forgetting
all the unattention behaviour bore by their husband
women wombs would be removed so as not to feel
women ****** desire would be numbed so as not to feel
women would be sent into asylums so as not to feel
They are ****** women confiscicated to a domestic gloom
Let them tend to the men and gain no societical standing
until the doctors got tired of it all, with broken hands
those cramped fingers and supportive bandages
tired of motioning and fumigation of the libia
with sweet smelling and relaxing oily lotions
It was as simple as that...... the change of notions
and the innovation of the handheld vibrators
eradicated hysteria in mere 1952........

It took me a decade of toil
years of experience and expertise
to learn that men are happy scoring
ecstatic when he bags and trashes
that short win he has not earned
Sometimes as women we steam
trimmed with seams of emotion
awaiting to open hearts unreserved
Yet he don’t want this vulnerability
he wants to be ignored and uncared for
denied and kept at the deepest ledge
for when you give yourself easily
he will devalue your inner-self
blocking and tantalising from afar
Men are still immature within
afraid of closeness,scared of love
afraid of the emotions,scared to trust
and when he chases,he is fast as a cheetah
preying closer and closer to his price
and when he lies, he sugar coats the facts
so that he creates an illusionary promise
Yet deep within he is like a baby
strained with automatic reflexes
unable to make an emotional dialogue
on how to make the woman really happy....

The myriads of symbolic rhythms
sway along the narrow highway
as the speed of each engine races
whilst my heart traces in lost decades
worn out and torn in unjust voids
Yet the summer trails brought an adventure
crucified to a verge of eventual twists
pasted inside pain as never before
upon the thrones of the sacrifice
at the cross of want that never returns
where veins are palpitated and bled
and the volcano boils without a limit
at the heart of where a stormy story formed
by the alleyway where lavenders diffused
and the bees fed from pollen to pollen
upon the mouth of the energy giving nectar
where the summer fruits craved for that ray of light

He brought all the nuances of pain
those that scratch the bottomless pit
and I still love his vain coldness
one that unsettles and rumbles
with icicles that bursts to iced pebbles
and the space between the ridges
turned to hours, hours to days
and the silence became a punishment
as if banished to feel the pace of another
and how I saw his veins lay unsettled
splitting the tensions of the rotating clock
as if to utter some words and remedies
as if to narrate sonnets of the longing peace
but every warmness was ignored
and the tenderness was destroyed
until love became a wrestling field
of unjust manipulation and control
and the playfulness withered
right at the corner of where we played
making those magical connections
of the energetic pull and push
and his essence made me die again
lost in the woods of the sweet dreams
and now we bid,lonely and unwanted
growing yet another notch unknotted

Shush, stop replaying echos of the past
they have been blown by the east winds
right to the cliffs of the angelic twists
and I stare at the window, as everything moves
like the sun never rose
and the moon never shone
never surrender to their voices
as the hollowed beats of their soul
is an empty sack of sarcastic laughter
founded by the foundlings of St Elizabeth
who litter the Aspire asylum with loathe
and the troops of their dusty bags vent
to the charcoaled hues of the ceiling
Where the castaways truly hide inspired
as emptiness get inhaled in the alveoli
to the dense of the unpenetrated amoeba
and they all get sick, in a dread of a century
Let’s run.....It’s the borbounic plague taking its toil

Let’s dally in pain
coat ourselves in coal
as we await the apocalypse
when the diety will declare
death to the society
death to the communion
death to the society

Let’s the emotional turmoil
become the boil that bursts
all the unhappy drafted chants
when the diety will declare
death to the society
death to the communion
death to the society

All the clouds will burst
with chalks of clay
those chunks that mend
As we amend to a neutral
at the leyline of a sublime gift
where the interface of energy
draws attention to the waning moon
under the shear of unwanted hearsays
as such a time is drawing nigh
As their sacrifices drown the night
At the crossroads where ...... two wrongs never make a right

You came promising crystal pearls
the ones at the base of the deep waters
polished, untainted and in pure form
Yet the scent of the beauty disappears
in the most conventional raided mist
and all the words are mere words
and all the love is a mere love
for that one spark becomes a limited shine
one that goes up the skies but pours
hitting the grounds as torrential rain
and the eyes are founded by tears
and the mirror of the reflection dissipates
right to the pit of a haunted quarry
as the heart silent in an ailment
as the colour of the soul becomes knotted
locked never to utter lonesome memories

The sea whistles gently eastwards
right to the rocks of a promise
the in-between without a compromise
nor reasons of a just triumph

That sunset was so beautiful
with an glowing amber sheen
lowly reflected upon the waters
to the dense of the drowning pebbles

I stretched my arms and you was cold
distanced in treason confrontations
no permission to treasure my disposition
nor an intermission to give a position

I shall **** you, like I killed all the darlings
those that brought a fiery passion
and their heat transpired to a lustful tension
May the fiery seas draw to your conclusion

Sometimes I wish I could be a man
the sun will just make me move
dance like Finley Quaye
gathering rainbows
as the sun rays penetrates
deeply through the layers
of the spinning dreidel

Sometimes I wish I could be a man
may be the girls will stare and think
wink and weakly muse
gathering rainbows
as the winter sacrifices it’s cold spell
over the mast of a mountain peak
past the cold freeze of the snowy frost

......If I were a man, I would lay her reign by the summerly graffiti trail. Then, sing her lullabies made of rubies and red roses........

The handheld ticket of the worldly escape
takes its turn as moments take a cease
the time has ripened in season
where all erodes and is left behind
as I dream of a place far away
that empty castle waiting to be filled
decorated with stars and special furs
overlooking the meadows on the lake
where their reflection says more than words
where their straws and reeds sway and raise
Upon valleys of truth, by the grooves
where my heart will cruise and parade
The song is perfused in the air
showing the other part of me on a distance land
without a care, impermeable and floating
as I feel the change, by the touch of the roses
and how the petals drool to testify the variance

The runaway husbands have no tales to tell
before long their roses dry and the love die
as they tie in strokes of un-diffused confusion
watching the time decay as the tempest night cries

When the morning comes you die again
like that rug that was left for mere disuse
in a field of the undefined and defiled
dancing salutes with an invisible Sultan

Sometimes the questions are unanswerable
and clusters of closure are permissible
as the dim shine glosses to a smooth polish
the suffered broken parts of the strolls unashamed

It all takes times to feel a whole again
and the beat of the drum arise in fiery fumes
Streaming, a-coursing deep in the veins
searching for a surrender to that serene direction

Fountains past a milky one
blinded spots of spoilt stones
darkened pebbles of loath
turned to a necrotic lesion
tensions of unmentioned
tractions of the substitute
for the light I saw dimmed
Such a rapid trim discarded
as if it never breathed or existed
Such a polish of luminance
evaporated over the unseen clouds
and all the edges are now scratched
summed in all the misspoken words
Why did you even want to play?
with a mass as big as whale
a sail of the disproportionate
abstracted dissonance as accorded
too quick to run away from the red flags
footsteps of the unmarked foot steps
in filtered tracks of a chauvinist prokaryote

Lets fall under the leaves
as we dream of the green feathers
strokes of heart-shaken ooze
erupting a canvas in brightness

We loved from the first
as our hands stroked on a subway
a sweep, that grab of disbelief
the brush of the beginning

The train engaged the rails
as tails of wagons disjointed
in a somber summery promise
at the foot of dreary station

Would you like to know me?
in the beat of the slow pawns
drowned inside the silky satin
as the cocoon of love emerges

Society has a way of incriminating
blocking phases to known expectactions
Just because you don’t get attention
doesn’t mean that you are a shallow being

Never try to change your uniqueness
or fit in with what is superficial
just because you can’t gain the scores
doesn’t mean that you cannot be popular

Never question your lonely hearted self
or unfix your oneness and imperfections
Just because you are an instigator
doesn’t mean that you are a **** loser

Society has a way of discriminating
Cascading one to a caskets of scenes
Just because you are single and alone
doesn’t mean that you are unattractive

The dawn shines on me
as the sun stands *****
my soul revolves to a light
a tender touch of the day

Yet the other night
I saw the hag of misery
it paced upon my heart
constrained and suffocated

The spirit of darkness
malleable and impermeable
a contrasted attribute
tried to ****** in the dark

Never seen my anger flashback
in a fight of the lost minds
where ghosts and spirits wander
Looking for preys to feed from

There is no where to go anymore
insanity is just a predicament
guarded and alert to attack
as I move in forward leaps

The dusk sees troubles
setting at the start of the moonlight
formed from a fertile egg
trying to break free in the world

Darling you are a marvel
even we haven’t met
I get to my bed once again
where I roll from corner to corner
unfounded, formed and failed
It’s been a long tiring day
hoping planes, halting parades
scanned, stretched, stitched

One day as we hide
we’ll gaze on each others eyes
and if it’s never guaranteed
we shall love desperately
unsaid, sang and sunk
separate as we are, aiming hands
admiring the threads of our veins
declared, undivided and direct

Lost deep in that smile of yours
that one that tell mysteries
at the depth of my third eye
even in my profound shyness
I have seen you so many times before
Zooming in and out, as if near
like a beat that is serrated
cutting deep the resonance

Dig deep, foot and foot
until the water leaks into a spring
as the ***** of the soil crumble
to particles that disperse

Sometimes a fierce passion awash
merged in an unending desire
a fervour of words and moments
as the time passes tick after tick

Sometimes melodies are wept and warped
weaved within the seams of the unforgotten
until they burst to shatters of glass
to the point of no reverse and return

Dig deep, foot after foot
and this pen always enlivens me
Refixing all the torn pieces
Sorting and blending all the scenes

Teach me to be human
to shake and take stakes
to be vulnerable and regenerative
to stay calm as the sun sets

Is human living just vanity?
a trespass of mindless thoughts
colluded in a pathway of the burnt
enlivened by the patterns of the world

Bring me to a beautiful shore
where I boil before the simmer
crawling to the rise of existence
hurt and disapproved by meaning

Teach me to be human
as the soul unveils the way
responding to a youthful mind
where right and wrong is an illusion

You always talk about how you conquer
lay women of all types and credentials
figure it out that you are a ***** of a man
and pieces you have shattered along
promising empty and delayed dreams
get your sick **** to sleep for a while
and treat your girlfriend right and good
because she is a queen and deserves love
Don’t fool yourself in this age dear friend
As your flag posts don’t really matter
because you still remain so cold and lonely
shallow and always disrupted to grow
as your oats floats with the melting snow
watching all your friends leave you behind
wanting, groaning, moaning and frowning
It’s like some sort of a Piscean crises
crushes of addiction and utter mind games
When will it stop, come to a halt dear friend

How can Belfast be so cold?
a breeze in a summer front
the unpredictable British weather
Of intermittent warmth and dull
drizzles of a torrential fizzle

The titanic stands erected
stilled by the western winds
In stiles as robust as steel
as shadowy silverly specks
reflect on the unused puddles

Southwards to the coastal shores
where green shimmers magnify
and blue waters justly testifies
of the beauty of the north-eastern waters
flowing from one glen to another

You said it,how you broke my heart
every time we talk I break and cry
I stop as I was so crazy to love
To give all there is unconditionally
burnt shatters and pieces evoke
Now sat here at the cross legged bench
this country oak that soothed misery
the one with antique aesthetic split
Overlooking the misused McDonald’s
where ducks prey, play and swivel  
by the bus stop where people load
carrying suitcases to a distant destination
Yet, never had I been broken in my life
with lack of direction and unknown trauma
lost 10 feet under the revolting grounds
no apologies, no goodbye ,no explanation
not another chance,nor another beat
not a fiery fire, decrepit with the low blows  
Now solitude is a glove that fits me
It has justly put the pieces back together
Washed the foolishness and carelessness
For we are not made of bricks and blocks

The night calms down
As the traffic lights die
the flashes deafens
threats of the unjust

Here we are again
holding hand
reaching terms
exchanging hearts

Sorry my sweet darling
for killing you
even when suffering
sacrificed our pure love

The night calms down
and I will make you up
in astral zones were we met
cruising above the thunder and storms

Time collapses and all I hear
are melodies ranting, miming
awaiting to be opened , to fly
above the skies and the unseen clouds
far beyond what is reachable
amongst the attainable and the elusive
one day follows the other
in sequences spirals of joy and laughter
cycles of suspicion and suspension
the dreams that are I dreamt
cannot be touched by bare hands
they escape rolling in a downward valleys
straight to the bends of the meandering rivers
sometimes the day may seem empty
and others it radiates with a shimmering warmth
caressing the tight niche of the weary bones
where the day makes loves to my heart
kissing, biting, taunting and tantalizing
singing, prying, timing and priming
all the love within that I have for this being
rolled in a cotton bed to rest just for a day

Sikiliza kinda zikitoa wimbo
maneno yanao tendeleza
kwa kiloho and pia dhamila

Mpenzi tazama hapo tulisimama
kumbuka upendo ulioshangaza
hapakuwa na mipaka yoyote

Nakuamkia tena mpenzi
kati ya mawe ya sali
tena asubuhi na mapema

Sikiliza mawimbi yakituliza
yakisema maneno matamu
yanao tembeza na amusha

                  Translation
Ohh hear the chick sing a melody
tuned with tender words
those that soothe the heart and mind

At the ledge where we stand
remember the magical remnants
without a face or a boundary

I wake up to you my love
in the midst of an unknown matrix
as the early sun rises

Ohh hear the waves calm the day
saying sweet and lovely words
of tales that stares and awakens

The dusk sets its hasty way
On the bricks and alleyways
where gypsies are endowed
smoking, trashing and fly tipping
Cursing, gossiping and fighting
and it all passes like an oasis
as a monster evades time
as the scorched leaves greet
after all those year and seasons
The tree by the window has grown
having seen misery and laughter
drunken nights and loving days
****** dates and eventual transitions
The burden of truth, it caught my eyes
Captured the barrenness of my soul
it thirsts for a far away distance
those reachable mountains of fortune
It hungers for an embrace full of life
outgrowing the space by the window
tearing the netted curtained screen
Every time I see the that tree
I giggle and then smile a little bit more
as if captured by an angelic love

At first, it was a pleasant adventure
but the trainer is not that easy on me
I swear I must be some kind of a ******
who is proportionally unfocussed
and over-processing unidirectionally
should I just stand like a marching frog?
and leap where the primal instinct leads me
or punch like a perfectionist in a constant orbit

At last, it is something that I need to stick to
but the trainer is not that easy on me
I swear  the strength within will gather
and awake the deadened practical sense
to some Phoenix that cyclically degenerates  
punching those pads in a total disarray
with strength, persistence and sleek control
until it all sets in my mind, soul and body

I took an oath to be a celibate
Lost in the freedom of oneself
brimmed within my own flutes
to the outliers of an invisible world
the mornings were an easy breeze
the nights were a liberating ease
but my feelings played in the fields
twisted in the stillness of loss
and I can’t love or feel another
it’s a den of escape tensions
the heart beat of loneliness taunted
but I killed it and escaped torture  
the ******* of drought evaporated
to a simmer stop of token lows
Is it sitting on an edge of illusion?
To forget how to kiss another
To forgo the recognition of a reflection
Pushed too far along a incline
Hoping to find words to capture love

He is like those grains in the sand
those that disperse and get blown away
in unsteady stances, unfair hunches
and the point is.... "you don't turn my mind"
in the caskets of your stored emotional
where a connection is jarred and jammed
such a physical distaste and stirred responses
and besides that, the gods must be in the know
ohh...may be the wind that turn into the spring
will turn me on to a mountain of dreams
then the rains will wash and touch me deep
until my feelings tickle me to the flow
that’s the time I would be free to make love
holding hands by the dimmed candle lights
kissing under the bloom of the weeping willow tree
beside other lovers who will be mesmerized
by the flight of the need, the fight as agreed
and the season will capture the realness of love

Whimsical roses and uttered rhetorics
spare the disgrace of the grieved afflictions
pebbled roads of restraints and constraints
laughter and compressed redundancy
the tone changes and emptiness nest
the tongue races and eventuality sets
such a season of unknown unrest
undresses one to a bare *****
where the ****** peaks, unsure of the leak
offended in the reign of unnamed seeds
with evocative sprouts that germinate
to the unlocked mysteries of happenstance
such a season of bearable tests
caress one to a bare bottom
where even shame never turn or press
oppressed in the fields of unmarked borders
with seductive crowns that culminates
to the unlocked mysteries of happenstance

The world revolves and I can't hold it’s pace
neither roll around the unending cycles
may be it is the grey hues polluting my growth
or this age that is fiercely catching up with me

The sun rises and there I lay watching it rays
numbed, unwanted, determined and yet focused
such days I just wish for a lover's touch
I long for that unending lullaby uncorrupt

Sometimes the silence in the pain cascades
It trickles in droplets settling on the morning dew
and I wish to follow its pace, lay in the calm want
be carefree and unrestrained from emotions

I wish I could feel the rhythm of another heart
declare the green sheen of the unfolding leaves
as we lay counting the stars and making starts
laughing aimlessly as the joy surfaces unearthed

But all I see is the hurt of what love bears
the ones who held my soul close are strangers
unable to feel my innate palpable rhythms
fading on and on to a distanced and unmerged shore

The screeching noise on the pouch
marked with evil twisted eyes
pawns so dark and painful
watching on, phasing on
trying to deliver depressive storms
turns torn with thorns
others taken off from the throne
for his nerves never ever rests
and his mind a clogged drainage
for there is always time to stop
to give it up and let life live
for there is always time to slide
to leave all the burdens on a bridge
for there is always time to grow
to sink in the ever glowing circles
the doves have a disturbing coo
as their coldness distributes
the celestial night gets kidnapped
his footsteps stride in a torment bang
crashing the black box in pieces
punching for a breath as pressure rises
until the dawn brings the sunrise
wiping all the daunting scares
erasing all of the vengeful tears
Celebrating life as it should be

Sparking glancing hints
reaped day after day
I forgot all moments
they don’t rest on my mind
nor do I find darker places
to rest my wandering mind
I can’t  race to forever hide
Many years we were absent
you held pinning the dolls
till the emotional wheel raptured
capturing all the traces of pain
as the torrential rain fully cascaded
into a stormy sorrowful existence
Yet this was love as I knew it
forever lost in an evil tribe
turned and tossed, run and mashed
crushed until the bones mill to dust
Love tells a lot of lonely tales
turning taps of unruly submission
and my soul was suctioned into a vacuum
one truly mistaken for enlightenment
and life became like a fainted bloom
one of despair and irreparable
My blood knew it and it rejected
every trace of corrupted selfishness
My skin knew it and it was tormented
in every path it lay to rest

I though he carried the light
where words would illuminate
driving me to a euphoric ******
a man without a face or a trace
unhindered in a double live and lies
a bubble of psychotic psychic surety
his passion was an addiction
my reservations moved a notch
addicted to a body of ideology
the stances of philosophical terms
uncovering ancient possibilities
the unfelt mysteries of history
veiled in icicles of pretence and lies
as if a Marxist, a closet bourgeoise
The stoicism of present bargains
questioning Socrates and morality reasons
a fatal dose ,examining the unexamined
as colourful as his mind blew my inner glow
he was lost in sad and low dialogues
afraid to face the earthly shallow shadows
yet his spirits moved deep within mine
and it paralysed and fed on my energy
and his delusion became my seduction
but he woke my inner poetic tongue
letting it caress all his inner wounds
A shadow hiding behind Frankenstein’s
a sly monster who lied to my eyes
ghosting in with the a pen that weakens
romancing with letters of a fiery doom
a penpal whom I met within my lowest
but whose words lay in a deep unending quarry
his warmth I could never ever tell
his kiss only a draft on the dewy grass

He topped coffee with melanin
as if there wasn’t even blackness
set in rigid processes and routines
days in and out of smoking
numbed his brain to senseless cells
and he dreamt of dreams I never hold
poetry was just pretentious to him
a narration of my soul and heart
every word I wrote to him was a spell
the curse of his native Englishness
every adjective was a clocked tense
and he never understood my words
nor heard my melodies and rhythms
and as he rode, sure it was like a dog
lost in sense, an escapism of reality
the puffs turned to paranoid tales
those sudden withdrawal and panics
drove me away to the deepest forest  
and my very bones felt his distaste
collapsed in manipulation and new age
his push always became my push
and the pulls up became my polar
Such a little boy with no ultimate direction
Locked in the abyss of the faded memories

There are men who are boys
they dally about in their passiveness
waiting to be showered and flowered
with no sense of a loved one
they blossom in selfishness
awaiting for the plans to be drafted
and nights to be illuminated and crafted

There are men who are players
whisking games on the preys
as their charisma prevails
and their prominence remains
they tick all the possible boxes
dining with winning romance
Clocking whilst shooting

There are confused men
they are loyal but not committed
never aspiring a family or title
they are emotionally repulsive
present but absolutely absent
Living for today without a future
enjoying a nest whilst single

There are many good men
once the fog clears there they stand
Past the boys, the players and confusion
they will cater and give their all
loving their woman unconditionally
they brace and embrace love gracefully
putting to sleep all the pain and misery

I gave up on love
even before I touched its feathers
shatters of the aftermath
and overblown rejections

The short lived passes
undoubted crises
the give ups with no returns
Shutting unopened doors

I gave up on love
and my heart turned cold
As if broken and beat
Invested in solo affairs

Love never caressed
Or invested it’s time
and the fire ceased
as redemption erased

Yet I dreamt of him
that unknown shadow
a light to my morning
the other part that wins me

Someday a step away
he might be a stranger
another decade,miles apart
he will be a soul mate

The sun is so bright it blinds
at the hold of the sparks
spirals of unhindered rays
an approach from a distance
as the silence strikes and deafen
flames twists around the fire
tales sinks above the sails
the nature of elusive days
dances inside timid rhythms
at the heart of platformed frills
where the waters remained untouched
and the waves melodiously escape
as if nothing ever exists and persists
inside reformed crumbles of progress
and linear patterns of everyday living
where babies are born every hour
and at the same time a soul escapes
Such a world of the lost and found
the disused  stones of misused digress
As the sun brightens and enlivens

The silent strike of a summer breeze
escapes the night of corrupt signage
Supine modes of concrete repose
as men of ages corrupt and distract
Upon the mist of the morning dew
where a new day contrasts another
and the meaning to all of this uncovers
On blocks of melodies, locks of promises
as memory mocks and knocks maximises
Life takes turn on the unseen bends
and the obstacles become comforts
like dreams so attainable but deniable
like a river stream with a peaceful flow
cleared of storms and eventful rage
holding on the beauty of this life
where skies light and sparkle existence
and the true love within sing melodies
filled with laughter and abundance
of the unseen mystery in the human form

(Excited and inspired by existence, self love and all the beauty that humanity shines through)

It was sad to say goodbye
Once more, once again
as year lapses and memories tap
tear drops erodes but it’s not all sad
It’s not forever mad, the feverish traps
the ceased rants and patrolled turns
circular motions of building monsters
matting uneven walls of un-triumph

There are times where socks don’t fit
when words fizzle the contextual riddles
when the bricked walls takes a collapse
when time is all there is to unending motion
when fears whispers of all the world gone
phasing all the hold ups and yearly turns
those are the time where chances erupts
and paths meanders to a subsequent merge

It was sad to say goodbye
coupled with construed mishaps
held in a submerged cliffy edge
awaiting a victory, or a ledge of sacrifice
upon miles where hurt is erased
Pottering around the patchy tracks
I wish we could fight as people do
or fought the trodden thousand miles

There are times when I need you
as the skies slip on wanted dreams
and all the lively laughter and love
coupled with all the delightful passions
In stormy clouds lost in torrential rain
deep within I know you still love my all
and all the let downs and angry quarrels
appear as faded mist of unplayed harps

Sometimes people will come into your life
you shed yourself and overcome limits
shelter their fears and unleash your tenders
they will still put you in a deep fire
then simmer your spirit in unjust tears
coming back to and fro with destruction
for their unwise words are not  entitled
neither reserved in their sweetened terms
the days where beguiled cages trapped are gone
so far away on the concealed shores of the untold
upon the seams of the dainty sandy grains
carried by the western eroding wind
one that weeds and seeds the self-love
I have no time for wasters and losers
for it is best to be alone and enjoy life
embrace its glories and foretold chances

I have been to the highest edges
swept and covered by terrains
heavy rocks that pressed
pushing further as I uncovered
met robbers who seized my soul
as they promised a destroyed love
conceived of dark entities
cornered in the depths of the sea
frozen as the sun thaws the facets
one by one slept with restlessness
until I met an amazing powerful God
he set mine soul from the mire
he became the light of my darks
he searched and loved my depths
he gave me joy as no other did
he teaches me and holds my heart
he fills me with love like no other
One by one filled with utter joy
indescribable peace and freedom  
a cater to the veins of my roots
wiping all traumatic afflictions
the warrior of my worldly battles
to him this soul shall serve..... always

Writing is a gesture that ties my pleasure
As people walk in and out after a search
For the luminescent touch of knowledge
And the manipulation they wear dares
To become the only monster they treasure
Myriads of erudition and contemplations
Of the human mind, of the human kind
Is it not the wisdom bestowed by academia?
The biased subjective assessments
The reduced objective indoctrination
The social constructions of the reality itself
Is it not the wisdom bestowed by academia?
Such a relative weighted in apollonian seams  
That makes doctors to treat ailments
That makes a judge to rule a deluded justice
That makes a teacher drill a curriculum
Is it not the wisdom bestowed by academia?
Which make us question creation
Which reduces the metaphysics to nothing
Which validates the seen and not unseen
They offered us schools, those glass rules
That brings scholars to warm the benches
Such cruel rues, after years of toil
And there is neither guarantee for jobs
Such a robbery, a dare of mere mockery
So watch those children, as they wear bags
And trek to school everyday, another dystopia
So watch those children, paraded and uniformed
And as their eyes are matted with a bright future
The reality of the future they hold is contrary
For loans will bear the apex of their ribcage
For jobs will become a rare commodity
Artificial robots and self-driven cars
Automated rackets and self-serving checkouts
The obsolete conquest of human labor
Shall time be the only resource we bear?
It’s eventual but ever so inevitable

Alters laid broken on trodden roads
as if breadcrumbs left for nothing
unreconcilable yesterdays parted
and the unreachable roads recharged
breaking all the chains that bond
but there were others that stayed
itching, screeching and reaching
for hope that never shook hands
for faith that embraced and decayed
and their entry points hallowed
swallowing their souls in an abyss
inside the dark zones, unlighted ozone
deep in the waters where fish swam
as they licked with fins undisguised
those alone inside a cage under the waters
strayed in the depths, left for decay

She was dragged in a world unknown to her
a cold state of affairs, where raids faired
as the sails scattered her into deep seas
where her scarred elbows remain affixed
giving way to her erratic misunderstood tongue

She was drugged in a demonic contoured pond
pinned and trodden on hills vast
by and by, she pulled from the mire
unclouded and in great disbelief
as she sat on the wealth of found hope

She is cautious but yet open and forgiving
as she watches the world become a jungle
a playfield of where the good balances bad
such a tainted state of existence irrefutable
such a fainted slate of being inexcusable

The skin matted on ebony surfaces
with exotic sleek and silk
slowed with gestures of pleasure
as it's summoned with prejudice
as if a sermon  for the caviler
her taste of melanin
uncovers the beauty beneath
as the rise of her sound is silenced
she fights and redeems her ivory
her womb of linoleum complex
as if a puzzle delicate and challenging
yet in her eyes has seen it all
and her ears blabbered with insults
vile terms, expectations and consideration
unappreciated by its own seed
and then placed in a corner
ohh that palace of malice unconquered
exploited, discriminated and disused  
watch her rise in the lens of her mind
as she bears the weight of the world

Life is beyond love
unexplainable and precious
It reels and teaches to reach
beyond the ventured places
within unreachable words
created deeply within
rooted and seeded without

Love is beyond life
a melt of you, me and the us
built as a new blessed being
as secure magnets assured
traced with a repainted wind
one swift and brand new
as it delivers from the pains

The greater meaningfulness
of mere faith in the universe
and a greater zeal of admiration
created with seasons of plentiful
living in seams of appreciation
catered within the newness
truly leased to leashed wheels

Poetry is my best friend
the rainbow that spins
words that raise and mend
It’s my life story retold
a lover that caresses
a primer to the dents

Well... it’s always been
as mama talks and shows
the depths of my child journal
were memories are a star
a companion to a recluse
a whisper that sustains

Poetry has fixed a soul
one that was locked in rocks
restless and manipulated
courageous and guided
‘tis now it ignites reverently
leading me to places unknown

You bring a fire unexplainable
in burning words that blow
the inextinguishable simmers
and as I lay on my childhood bed
dallying the unexpected tunes
tones that can never set me free
neither radiate the hope to have

You make me watch the shadows
follow their mellow patterned vibes
as the sky shelters in its light
rightly when loves zooms in and out
so untouchable and unreachable
blinded as the judges disagree
numbed by the passing wind

Goodbye all my past lovers
few to count in fainted dreams
as the hymns lay forgotten in graves
no more nights or treason to vision
neither times of love to harvest
as thunders and currents of pain
dissipate and are drawn to a close