Divided from within,
Torn by rumours and avarice,
Children grow into selfish service,
And hearts are closed to love and sharing.

I have stared hunger in the face,
Many a time it breasted the tape,
Left out of breath in this rat race,
Constantly fighting this starving ****.

Where were you,
When love threw me lemons;
Tormented by blonde demons,
Where were you?

"Don't touch me!"
She screamed!!
But her face sweetly beamed,
When I pulled her, very close, to me.

Did you see my jaw drop,
And my eyes pop!
Wow, what a creature!
Of unimaginable pleasure.

Win, lose or draw,
I kick fear out of the door,
Pick I off of the floor,
Spread my wings, mount up  and soar!

This, and not, that,
Friend, girlfriend,
Fated, that is what,
Intertwined until the very end.

Good cheer, my beloved,
The heavens have you covered,
Make merry, for thine goodly tide,
For ye have been increased, on every side.

Hard to keep my eyes away,
From the voluptuousness strutting the streets,
*** in stilettos and tight pants,
Rouge lips and screaming cleavages.

Breathe all over me,
Secure your arms around me,
Say you'll belong only to me,
Build all your love...around me.

Still I see you in my dreams,
You taunt me, and jeer,
This is more than I can bear,
Thus I go to swim, tonight, the ****** streams.

everything becomes mercurial,
across the land tempers rage,
the king has made his declaration,
subject only to the gods of the land;

for when you fail to truly educate,
the mind absorbs whate'er it will,
discerning between intent and action,
is necessary for reaction or circumspection;

but here we are,
yet again, at the familiar crossroads,
to the right or to take a left about-face,
to kick evil in the rear or kiss the devil.

Someplace, around the corner,
There, where my mind struggles,
Trying to make sense of it all,
Many questions remain unanswered;

I remember receiving that call,
Out of the blue on that fateful day,
They called out to you, severally,
But you had answered a higher one;

Not a day changes from sunrise to sundown,
That I do not reflect what could have been,
How thoae last minutes actually played through,
Where you in pain, or really felt nothing;

Rest on, my mother,
Friend to all,
Enemy to none,
A beautiful soul like no other.

Darkness,
Inflation,
Bigotry,
Nepotism;

Unemployment,
Terrorism,­
Kidnapping,
Medical tourism;

Miseducation,
Ethnic cleansing,
Mediocrity,
Tribalism;

Unease of doing business,
Multiple taxation,
Weak currency,
Egotism;

The shamelessness in high places,
The sycophancy along those corridors of power,
The visible aloofness to pressing needs among the masses,
The sheer policy of deliberate regional disempowerment;

Everything points to worse times,
Only the dead need not worry,
For the living, deafening chimes,
A worrying state of statelessness.

Success is a long road,
With many stops and frustrations,
Failure creates unwholesome situations,
But a strong heart is a welcome goad.

I stopped looking,
Many moons back,
Then I started hooking,
Up, and around, the lunar  track.

In cold blood,
The gourd is broken,
In crimson flood,
It lay crooked and ashen.

What has love got to do?
Who needs all the drama,
When the script can be torn up?
Leaving you cold, and miserable, at the bus stop.

Whence have you fled,
Taking all of me for granted?
But cometh swiftly my wrath,
Like hell on a terrible high.

Dark and mysterious,
Petite and precious,
Not met her before,
But she be stuff of folklore.

Beautiful one; oh, see her shine,
Gracefully, she struts like the gazelle,
Gifted, with proportions that are divine,
This one, she is more than the belle.

Sunshine!
You're ever so fine!!
You warm up all the cold wetness,
And spread 'round beautiful, bright happiness.

Alarm goes off at three,
And the day, for me, begins.
As usual, the preliminary fixes,
Before the others come awake;

Quick check on my vitals,
Nothing seems out of place,
Satchet water, three? No, two,
Then a short visit to the loo;

By the time it chimes five 'o clock,
Cereals for the children and teeth brushed,
Then mommy runs them a warm bath,
And daddy packs the school lunches;

All of these appear routine,
But for us, a way of life,
Going on seven moons,
Simply, the joys of fatherhood;

But I digress, many pardons,
For today another year is added,
The heavens have been merciful,
And reflections are no pastime;

Serious matters become frequent,
Issues of the afterlife more apparent,
Leaving a legacy to be proud of,
And making it beyond midlife;

The Mrs, as usual, with pleasant surprises,
Makes the day more than ordinary,
Pulls all the impossile stops,
Leaving stress to look so secondary;

Going into the new year,
The first without Mom and Dad,
Makes me wonder in, future 'spect,
Now, life has surely begun.

Quite oft' we're haunted,
By the choices we make,
The life we wanted,
Over what's at stake.

I have ruminated,
Many a time,
Over the sheer wickedness,
of men;

With guns the take life,
Not offended, unprovoked;

They fill our eyes,
With painful, hot tears:
parents and loved ones,
left to mourn and grieve;

Where is your humanity?
Elected, employed to guard life,
You take wantonly, brutally;

We shed many a tear,
daily,

The day cometh,
When this half-full gourd,
Will spill crimson content,
And hell, in all its fury,
Will have never witnessed,
Such a thing...as that;
When the night becomes day...
...and the day refuses...to be born.

Each day’s the same,
The night’s wet pillowcase;
The morning brings in the shame,
Same time, every time, same place.

The very reverend bigot,
Shamelessly oblique crackpot,
Says one thing in the light,
And does another at night;

The cat's ****,
Thumps the rat's heart,
"Mom, she's been here?"
"Charles, don't play there!"

Hooked on eyes,
That shone like dazzling stars,
These are no lies,
See, here, diamond bars.

The days I fall hardest,
Are the ones kindest,
And were I to surrender,
Then all go assunder.

I bear this terrible pain,
Hanging like a terrible yoke,
I cannot see through this ****** pane,
Fate, it has dealt me, this unfortunate stroke.

Locked in a frenzy,
Pores dripping like crazy,
She burns me with oohs! and aahs!
Lifts me far, beyond, the twinkling stars.

Never known bread or butter,
The comfort of a warm meal,
A very, very distant deal,
What is more real is a cold drink from the gutter,

Now twenty-one, can neither read nor write,
Wise only in ways rather dodgy,
Would lay ambush for money,
Just for a pleasurable night;

Looking back at time wasted,
Old and grey, a gentle smile plays,
Memorable tunes of weather- beaten days,
And all those horrible monsters proudly bested.

Pray that the sun rises in the east,
And pray, too, that the earth spins along its axis,
Make supplications that the moon shines at night,
And intercede on behalf of the many rats in the sewers;

Here we are, people of state,
Vagabonds in high places have come again,
Pulling the chord of our collective mentality,
Yanking the chain of our divisive idiosyncrasies;

For many, many seasons they have harvested,
Fruits borne by the motherland,
Furnished their illicit barns with treasures of state,
Fueled their desires with the blood of the children;

Yet a time comes when the seas will roar in tempestuous rage,
The four winds cry out in deafening anger,
Night and day both refuse to do their bidding,
The earth refuse to stomach the wickedness of their inhumane abominations;

Not too long, oh brethren,
The time is dearly nigh,
That the shackles of our backwardness,
Will turn into tools for our deserved happiness.

Properly or improperly...connected,
Wired...or rewired,
Banded, disbanded or not,
Augmented in a virtual reality;

The world evolves from evening to morning,
With miracles every sunup,
Brilliant minds vending awesome,
Of things never before seen,

But are these...really?
The ancients, haven't they?
Surely extraterrestrial,
Bifrost, Valhalla... Asgard?

Tip toe, tip toe,
And there she goes,
Light feet on heavy *****,
Hugging the night in red nylon tights.

Hail! Hail!! Haill!!!
The newly born,
On this goodly morn',
Shhhhhhhh, do not wail.

She smells like chocolate,
Like lovely, dark chocolate,
Yes, my taste buds can relate,
To this sweetness nobody can hate.

The lights will never go dim,
Birds never stop tweeting,
Love will find you a sweet thing,
And health will complete this awesome team.

And eventually you find it,
But give all of what you are,
The gods have given you a gift,
At least guard it like you truly care.

So our grandfathers have gathered,
To pen resolve not to insult,
But barely had the ink dried,
Than a shocker left our jaws slackened!

It was fun while we texted,
I enjoyed every tapping bit,
Shame we got to call it quit,
Now I'm gonna find who's nexted.

A dozen laxatives,
To flush your stupidity,
And no sedatives,
To ease your depravity.

for many ran on fumes,
these few years,
living daily on hope,
and nothing else;

a great number wanted,
but the heavens never granted,
the privilege to see aturn in the tide,
to the dearly departed, sleep on;

and for the quick,
welcome to making history,
a rare opportunity to be amongst,
the countable, the reachable, the available;

whatever it is worth,
the next four can never be as darkly,
as the eight spent in vast backwardness,
time truly deserving to be forgotten;

but for the lessons learnt ,
nothing nostalgic of the cowtostrophic era,
every single element will get what is deserving,
karma always finds a way;

and for the hopeful many,
may your aspirations meet rapid improvements,
because today marks a departure from irreverence,
into days and nights of renewed hope.

Familiar cocoa trees, carpet grass and banana,
Mango, orange, and good old papaya
Shady cool to roam and play,
And assurances of warm love everyday.

Illuminated, only, by a white line of led,
I toss and turn, on the damp bed,
Because the light people prefer solid darkness,
And outside, all there is, is perfect stillness.

Liberation glittered on the horizon,
My head pounding crimson,
I could see through the tunnel,
As I floated down the funnel.

The charlatan went into fervent mumbo jumbo,
Throwing the crowd into a crazed uproar,
But the stiff remained in cold limbo,
Unperturbed, and oblivious, of their stupid frenzy.

Endless nagging,
Her cold tongue wagging,
Never stops wanting,
Always, daily, asking.

The fifty-five-year-old toddler,
And her daddy of seventy-two,
Played, "I am a soldier,"
So, what can you do?