This day, it feels like I am going traditional
All this while I've always done the magical
Its feels, it kills , and thrills me
Even when my body is in pain, your soul , drills me
And it always soothe when I say '' KE A GO RATA ''
My heartbeat goes faster
And if feel locks on my head like a rasta
When the skies are built in lies
When the evening is green in styles
It feels so good to say '' KE A GO RATA ''
Even when your mind is set in doubt it doesn't matter
When the earth is dark in gloom
When a grenade rocks like boom
Its fine, if I whisper KE A GO RATA

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

did not know her when she was miniskirts and high heels,
before she converted to the one true religion of
poetry & yoga

some stray dog thots raveling in a pack
cross the not-even-6am brain that alternates tween
new day Adam apple crumb crisp and
distracting lascivious Eve ones

I,
would have loved you same back then,
no different than now

I,
write in different styles
under so many pseudonyms,
but it is the same man

I,
who crawls into bed nightly with
great expectations and a list of salutations
to wake you up and commence writing how

I,
love your poetic yoga-toned long legs
snaking between mine
while I imagine them in miniskirts and high heels
which is a long way round of saying

You,
alone, my darling forever young one,
are my
one true religion...

give me your heart
etched in a stone
of bethel gray granite
you perfectly hone

carving so intricate
amazing to see
show me a love
an how good it can be

Ma Cherie © 2017