Lazy is
As lazy does
Zzzz..
You were speaking, did I nod off...

I want to be a fish, but not now
long ago, for all where I swim in
unclean its cleaner on the waterless
ground.

I swam near rushing water I thought
it was a stream, but some thing was
off my senses telling me to leave,
it wasn't fresh it was ***** water
flowing out towards me.

Human excrement floating past  me,
as I heard ''they all float down here''
this is filthy nothing that I would want
to eat, as water contaminated I look
above friends floating getting a tan,
no they are dead water starved of the
oxygen that they need to breath.

I swim as fast I can, my fins and tail
exhausted never to go near there any
more, I see a new fish all in black, another
in colours so bright, never have I seen such
strange fish in my habitat.  

They see me coming closer so slow,
but before I know I am in darkness,
and find my self released among others
no where near my home.

They say we are chosen for a colour and
style, I go for a swim but hit a wall then
another, my world now so small I wish
to go back home, no chance of that.

I am in a bag, I see this dry land, then
in to a place that they say is my home.
Take care I hear, feed him well clean that
water as he needs it clean to stay well.

So long has past the fad did fade, where
am I to find food, and I'm swimming in
my own excrement. The world was clear
but now green covers that, as I take my last
breath I wish I wasn't a fish what kind of
life would that be, as I'm feed to the cat.

As Moon comes
To Earth every night
To court her affection
In the presence
Of a million Stars
Yet oblivious of their stare
Only focused on his love
Scaling her in circles
Never tiring, ever following
In orbital woos...

So will I circle you my love,
Till you say yes...*


© Raphael Uzor

May death come swiftly
On wings made of dreams
One visit is all I need

To be rid of this vessel
That holds me here
On this decision I'm still unclear

One minute you pray for sleep with no waking
Then see your young child and wonder what was I thinking

A wife tries to comfort what she does not understand
I guess in the end it's all in ones hands

Not mine ,not yours nor anyone else
But only the one who created us all will tell

When our time on this world is finally through
Will the weight be lifted once and for all
Or will we continue to stumble and fall

The Easter bunny did hop
through the window in
to my house, he did hold
a knife to my throat, and
asked where I hide all his
children of chocolate through
out my house.

I showed the bunnies but
I had bit all their heads,
****** all the good parts
out, the bunny looked at
me enraged and asked if
I was sick in the head.

There chocolate you fool I
said, but the bunny stabbed
my ankles and as I fell to the
floor with one swing off came
my head.

So now do you think its funny to eat
a bunnies head, my wife came down
and found a bunny eating half a
chocolate human head....

1.Forgone
learned languages:
silence speaks!
#
2.Forgot logistics;
transcendence
rings bell.
#
3.Transgressed limits
accidentally;
how fortunate!
#
4.Dense darkness
highlights
the starlight
#
5.Expected silver
got gold;
dissatisfied!

It kept me
numb
and numb was the
only feeling I
was searching
for.

I used enough
in those days
to avoid
feeling any
type of emotion
for too long.

And when I
cried,
it was mostly
over a memory
of a time when
I should
have cried
but
was too numb
to care.

In the undergrowth beside the railway track
ants live in a world their own
the whistling trains run past to be back
leave trails of dust wind borne.

They have a dream when nights come
past day's frenzied task
strings of hope the fireflies strum
breaking out of the cocooned husk!

In those nights when full moon bloom
the limbs of ants shun rest
shed all pains rise up from gloom
they dig in mind's harvest.

Lines of them come out of hole
forget all diurnal scar
dance tango each midnight soul
watched by the heaven's star.

In those nights if you pass by them
tread the grass where silence reigns
can feel the stir of passion's flame
in the wind joy's lilting strain.

Life is a but chest board and
we are the players, some
are pawns they may seem
weak, but to others they are
the best players in life. They
can move any where they like,
they are many, but are the
first in life to fall. The down
trodden, those deemed weak
are the ones who will pay the price,
for the wrong move ends all.

The knights the protectors
of the people, but always
sacrifice them self's if to
save the king or queen
of the land if the rooks all fall.

the bishop it is only has one
way thinking, never will it let
its faith change, same coloured
square all through out its life of
the game.

The rook not a person but a
place to keep those from harm,
but a place Is only as safe, for
as long as it doesn't fall. For
where this rook is placed
depends on if it will keep
those from harm or be toppled
an burnt to ruins on the floor.

The king and queen of this
wooded land, but will only
survive if they can play the
board with the right moves
and hand. For if rule is misplaced
then even a rook can topple a
kingdom if played in the wrong
way and down will fall a kingdom
pieces and all.

Darling, you overcharge my battery
One smile and my brain was jolted alive
this isn't just some surreptitious flattery
but you make me so happy I could cry

They thought I was an easy
target, that they could corrupt
me, trap me in my body with
out my own will and control.

But little did they know that
there are things that should
not be tampered with, ageless
a forever soul. They wished to
make me a puppet to use this
body like a coat, but mine
didn't fit so ill wear there's
all the way from hell.

I hear them screaming with in,
hell was a playground compered
to what is about to begin. I tear
not there darkness but I mix in
a little of ageless soul. now there
screams like a banshee pain untold.

Demons and angels are but children
in a playground, there are things
older than time, eternal life older
than souls, now those that were
after a husk a play thing who
thought me a joke.

Now eternal guests, hand prints
on my flesh, for they are Prisoners
condemned to all existence, or
till there darkness is consumed
by my ageless soul...