A costume that glitters with coal , and darkened by gold .
But who is he , that bestows peace to the devil and vows to wreck folks ?
Who’s he that sees sunshine at 3am and says the moon shines at 12pm ?
How sinister it is ?

Can you say a paradox maybe incoherent OR
it’s incoherent?
Who brings forth a dysfunctioning element to emancipate humanity ?
And claim that a paradoxical element maybe INCOHERENT
But has the capability to set free the folks ?

How dare can one perceptions death as a means to life ?
A daring elite club that cares not but themselves
Playing God because their pockets are 9 months pregnant with deodecaplets

Who’s he that’s going to destroy the club,
Before the club destroys the nations ?

A cloudless sky but it drizzles love and cries
Calm storms , silent thunder and deemed lightning could be heard and seen by just a heart
It’s sunny but give me a jacket with fur

I busk in the sunshine of your love
You give me purpose to trim these rays ,
Or make them charge in different ways
I tell you no lies like NASA ,
I have been to the moon but unnoticeable like the shaved eyebrows of MONALISA

I will keep you just like Leonardo Da Vinci kept the portrait…..
But surreptitiously because they won’t approve of your knockout
My world was once like Dubai in 1970
And you breathed life into the Dryland

As i rest now , put no flowers on my grave
Rest on it because you are the flower
Maximise your visits ,
I will let the heavens rain butterflies

If words were powerful as preached,
then you would have been enwrapped in my expressions.

But so , they seem to gather up their power when i speak evil ,
They seemed to affect you when they were clothed in my angry voice .

Maybe , the sound of my silence will speak  what your heart hears,
For the visible ears are a decoration of human beauty.

You were lifting sleepy faces in heaven,
looking for me
You saw all great figures, and even went
to the VVIP section
You were looking for a perfect man,
I was on earth dining with my demon.

Even God saw you and laughed at your maniacal search
Even Galilei and Newton never had such a typical research
Your faith was misplaced, so were your priorities
Im still here on earth, all the imperfections, voluntary sins, and all my zealots are still with me .

Had i known you are a perfectionist during your quest ,
And had i known you were looking for me ,
I was still going to hide my face from you
Hope your soul is at peace,
let God read this poem out lead out .
And let the heavens remind you that ,
Im still on earth.

I know it’s gonna end . I’m staying because I want to experience a new torture
Im just curious on how you gonna tear me apart
From head to toe ?
Toe to head?
Or you gonna cut me into pieces, then enclose my naked heart in a dark box ?
Just don’t be long ….

The invisible scars , and my untold tales
The battle of the mind , and my fake smiles
My world going clockwise, the opposite of these normalities.
I hate it when it gets dusk , my room gets dark , and the monster comes and whispers “ lonely”

The silent battleground ,
Only me hears the noise and
the screams of my troubled soul .
No one to tell , only this phone knows what  kind of a therapist i need .

Each day a battle, fought within,
Against the demons, beneath the skin,
But courage rises, a steadfast friend,
Guiding through storms, until they end.

A damaged mental health,
is damaged soul .
The outcry is loud , it feels like a blow
The world cares less , so i wear the plastic smile
I wrestle with this mind, to myself i try to be kind .

Detrimental as it is
I’m used to it as you see it
But what’s a beautiful skin
When a demon resides inside?

Let us embrace gentleness, for hearts are fragile,
Every soul carrying its unique story,
In the complex pattern of human life,
We find comfort in the enduring power of belief.

In trying to fight her husband’s disgraceful behaviour, Alia made it a mandate to wipe out the ‘cause’ . She had cogitated about it for a long time until the thoughts engulfed her and left her with no choice but to be an amazon woman. By the time she realised it, she had followed Luis Garavito’s footsteps. On a Tuesday night, before the arrival of gendarmerie, she took a black pen , and on a bond paper she wrote :

I wish love was still love , and all that mattered was the heart
When the chosen remained chosen ,
despite the slips and all seems to rot
You shouldn’t have came and rose my hopes
For  love is what i lived for

A killer i am , a killer for love
A killer for a lover that never chose me
I am in this domain, because i wiped out the ‘cause’
I wiped out the wrong ‘cause’

For this guilty mind , i will pay the price
Don’t neglect our children like what you did to their mother
And when my relatives gather,
to mourn me , be close to them like their father.

History have i become,
Cremate my flesh and let my ashes wander
Hell awaits me , hell is my new place
For those i leave on earth , choose wisely.