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 Sep 2021 Henry Akeru
Maitsholo
You gave me a nasty word
You gave me "hate",
the word I never had

You brought nothing but pain
You brought separation
You brought tears as you take our belovedz

What kind of a foreigner are you?
You don't belong in our world
We welcome foreigners who bring good not bad

Can you please go into exile?
Maybe you might enjoy it there 'cause here you made our world so small.
 Sep 2021 Henry Akeru
silentwoods
The dead rest and I rest with them
under the shade of the maple leaves.
Their world is cold, eternal, cramped;
mine: sunny, free,
temporary.
We share a home but they are confined
while I am free to roam and wander,
or lie upon their mossy bed as I read
about yet another world -
Imaginary; existing somewhere in between.
People come and go as the day drags on.
Sunlight glints off the headboards.
They arrive slowly. Leave quickly.
We stay.
The air is fragrant with the scent of freshly turned soil; their blanket, my bedsheet. This is a land of peace
and I am a guest,
temporarily.
 Sep 2021 Henry Akeru
Tyler
Oh!  Love.
Love is amazing.
its like um,
Uh
Its got a lot of,
yaknow;
uh...
Whats that called again?
Ergh..,
...
Wait I remember!
...
Uhh.
Hmmm.
You want to read me.
Know all about me.
Like my smile look me in the face and see the eyes to my soul.

Upfront, direct and real, my eyes have a lot to reveal.

If in the mood?
Read my eyes.
Read my smile.
And if still confused?
Then you can't read the eyes to my soul.

There is no pretense to be seen.
I'm all about reality.
“Have you ever kissed a lover
so hard
you chipped a tooth?”
she asked
with a grin that
revealed more than one
chipped tooth

He shook his head. “No, and I
really don’t intend
to.”

Well, that’s what you get
for hitting
on a girl you meet
in the yard of the local asylum. But
she said she was a
nurse...

“Anyway,” he said. “If this is what happened
to you… What happened
to him? I mean,
after the kiss.”

“Oh, there were many,
many kisses actually,” she said. “He’s
dead now.”

“What? He died?”

“Well, yeah, dogs don’t
live that much. Compared to humans,
I mean.”
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 Sep 2021 Henry Akeru
Brett
I walk aimless, but alert, down moon washed streets
In the twilight, I strain to tell patron from vagrant
A coalescing of something at once ageless, but fading
Like the stone of this courthouse; pillars of justice
Cracked quietly by the steady chiseling of time
On forgotten foundations

In the air rests a stench of contempt, or neglect
Like an oil stain, thickening turquoise waves
To a sickening ooze, of endless, crashing degradation
A nation of people, betrothed to suitors unknown
The power of a dollar hedged against the weight of your soul
Where pockets are plump, and virtue is sold
 Sep 2021 Henry Akeru
Khaab
"Artists...artists are like butterflies...
They have delicate hearts
But this society can't handle them..."
My mother answered as I told her
about Vincent van Gogh...
The Starry Night painter
was once said to be happy in London ...
With a rainbow heart and sky mind
He drenched the canvas with his emotions
People unaware of this legend
put him in an asylum...
'cause the decieved Vincent cut his ear lobe!
But he painted...as paints and brushes
were still there...just like his brother.
He was 37... when voices were all over his mind
It was not easy to stop them...
So he picked up the gun...
And the bullet went straight to that golden heart
I wonder how many colors died that day....?
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you..."
                                                                                              - Don Mclean (Vincent)
With a shattering smile
You left me in exile
And for you it's been an art
Knowing well it breaks my heart
As into tens of thousand pieces  
Until my breath ceases!!
  
Broken pieces of my heart
That lay scattered as a piece of art
Healed by itself in your thoughts
In a venge to rise against odds in lots
From the floors of time to face
Everything of anything with grace!!

Your choice to leave me forever
Is no more for me a nightmare
As my lone broken heart
Is gutsy enough to face our ways apart
With boldness of ten thousand hearts
Accepting ... somethings... can never be bought!!
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