I would really like being a guardian angel.
To do nice things for the humans in my charge
But they just account it to being a “miracle"
And I wouldn’t have to feel time move over me
Like worms dragging across my skin
But bask in the light of God
If only I believed in God
And forever being enraptured with mankind
Unknowing of age and sorrow
But puzzle in the ways they fit on the wrinkled face
Of an old man sitting alone at a table
While I be above him, stroking his hair

We'd return tired from the green patches we toil,
or  in deep blue, we sail our crafts days on end,
ordinary folk, we are, we worship work
morning sun wakes us up as soon as he shows up,
we set about quick and stand our ground till the sun leaves,
we are worried about nothing, no quills for us nor frills,
one thought leads us forward, we seek light, till it lasts
we fought, relentlessly we did,to make both ends meet,
we fought, we fought, to stop the rot, day in and day out

We ate cooked cassava root, drank spring water,
when winter came, we shivered in palm leaf thatched huts,
all those who were known smart had their proclivities and fads,
on the streets,we buy and sell, we haggle all through our lives,
nobody seeks us for anything, we are invisible, in the dark
we have no special place in anything, anywhere.

Silently we fought, kept  our aching  souls clean,
never we were in ballads, tales or honor lists,
in every roll call, our names went missing,
when nemesis struck, it came for us first
in times of calamities, our bodies lay strewn
all over the country and all around the  towns,
every one was rescued and kept in shelters
authorities loudly claimed but it was not about us
we waited and waited yet relief didn't come.

Her love, for long a thorn
now an ornament of pain
on her numb heart, pierced,
that has suffered in vein.

lovelorn and desolate,
she collects words in hope,
even from still night air,
but that work against often;
a vocabulary
of intense desire
she discerns at once,
from the scent
of jasmine
blooming at midnight
disturbing her peace
wave after wave.

Mate call of
a night bird
late for its date,
hurriedly searching
the rendezvous
and its sweetheart,
makes her sad.

Sky full of stars'winks
stringed together
as a song,
suggest daring things
she wouldn't think
attempting even much later.

She would send sighs
dry her tears rolling down,
and just suffer in silence,
till the sky open its eye,
when tired she will close her eyes.

Everybody  is a story
Every heartbreak is a song
Everybody hides a secret
Every sinner knows his psalms...

I've felt the heartbeat in the flames,
I've seen the iris in the hurricane
But this is poison wrapped in ******,
with a whiskey chaser to numb the pain.

It was as if we dreamed each other
strawberry-creamed each other on the 3rd of July
The nighttime sky cracked and cried all over the mountainside,
on the eve of the fireworks.

The galaxy grinned
and bliss blushed when we kissed,
but now I miss my lips on the nape of your neck,
and the smell of your skin in the candlelight.

I thought I saw a wild rose
growing in a field of clover
I thought I heard a tune in you,
but now that song is over.

...We are birds of different feathers
We are rain dogs in disguise
We are trees in early autumn,
reaching for the dusk-lit skies.