The Universe was  molded for you and I to share
We are created with big Hearts so that we care
  blessed with flawless eyes so we can see the road
and the might it takes to lighten a neighbour's load
these feet are built tough for the miles to walk
we have developed brains to digest and think
and the courage to sail through life like we can never sink
we have these warm arms to tightly embrace
not folding fists, holding weapons to bring unrest
We are born with curiosity,cause life's an adventure
and a difference made by you is your presence in absensure
the beautiful teeth are designed to **** your smile
not to greet in unnecessary coarse envy and bile
our experiences are for us to inspire and tell
to uplift them whose lives feel like a living hell
the mountains and hills were built for us to hike
ensure each fresh climb beats your previous height
rainbows are hope after rain, pleasure after pain
why give up the struggle when you can start again?
the gardens of life are floret scented with consolation
for broken hearts trapped in the darkness of desolation
the scars are a testimony that wounds do heal
don't let a moment the rest your life steal
the starved hunter surrenders not when he has no ****
for the sweet glowing Sun often rises after the bitter chill
these ugly poems are penned to emphasise
that the beautiful souls are seeded to empathise.
leave your footprints in Hearts and not on sand
the dust in the heart holds firmer than that on land
so use your arms, feet, might, heart and soul
use your greatest possession for the good of us all

Sometimes I wish I could go forward to the past
or back from the future, journey once more and recollect dust
rewind the clocks, go back in time and live my life all over
Do everything again, born and pampered forever
make foolish decisions that land me in stinky crap
fall prey to temptations and get caught by every trap
from hustle with my dad, street walk to keep the wolf off the door step
walk so many miles just to make a call to Mama
when tragedy kept hitting us as hard as a hummer
to chilling with the wrong guys till my people think I'm wrong too
crazily boozing with my friends till I puke in their car
join the college and be influential in that strike that brought change
engage in corruption with mates and when caught take the blame
get angry with unfair teachers to almost violence
meet my X for the first time again and totally fall for her
my awesome first and only love I've ever known
and she for me,enjoy two years of flawless romance again
only to break up over a phone text message
over reasons she can't explain till date, unknowns responsible for my pain
rage and hate within for love but love for literature and poetry
the two of which were my only hide outs during the hard times
if only I could jump back into the fences of school
the nervous jump outs, the frightening risks that with my gang were cool
I wish I could walk back to the short tempered childish fool
who would argue all the time with his sweet sisters
those memorable days of playing with fire and nursing blisters
the unforgettable blurred years of falling off trees
and keeping quiet until my feet swell and hurt as hell
of falling into **** I believed was deeper than any well
picking up fights over lasses we weren't even dating
the days of trying out our luck in the disastrous sports betting
oh!those sweet days gone by with the tsunami waves of time
seasons of melancholy and of joy, of kwete till we could afford wine
I would trade everything to relive those historical moments
albeit it wouldn't be okay in the end as a result
of the many surprises that happened after each and every bend
I still would do whatever I could to take the backward trend
Go to the ends of the world to play rope, goalless soccer, hide and seek
just give me a chance and I will play and dance in rain till I fall sick

Tell my favourite teacher that I'm still her darling boy
who used to look up to the rainy sky, miss home and cry
still as cunning and playful but now prose and poetry are the toy
and if she saw me play she would wonder and sigh
at that boy who made everything he touched filthy
for I find crisp clean pages and on them throw mud of words
who's still of indifference, condemned and guilty
Her little boy whose fascination was chasing butterflies and birds
tell my teacher I'm still her child, still not biting my tongue
but regurgitating all the bitter truth the world detests
busting in rage at hypocrisy and puffing pride out my lungs
I'm still bearing the eminent enmity my bluntness begets
tell her I'm still firmly clinging to the slipping dreams she instilled
barely floating, with waves of reality attempting to drown my talent and have her killed
*tell her I'm still doing pieces out of my daily struggles and torments
and posting them on social media, I'm that brave
even attempting to do double Shakespearean sonnets
writing about my illusive dreams and the unreachable I crave
someone tell my favourite teacher that I'm still her son
going against the currents of injustice instead of flowing with the river
taking the bull by his horns, doing whatever I can
yet sometimes giving in to detestable ways,corroding my liver
tell Victorious that I'm still impossible to comprehend
loving fictional writings while holding my classwork in contempt
why loath lectures,but love learning,why not pretend?
not even university education could be exempt
I think about my teacher everyday,she's still my Mama
but I hardly talk to her for my life's preoccupied with karma's drama

You've healed me in more ways than any drug could...
sealed most of the cracks on my broken heart
without leaving spaces like an artist does fine pottery
you've freed my chains and rescued me from self-slavery
but still stretched and touched the depths none could ever reach...
restored the courage that I once possessed...
and made a man out of that little boy I was
I'm a knight in shining armour overcoming my wars
because of you, you've showed me the roads I never knew existed
exposed a spectral beauty of the world I could never see
and rescued me from totally drowning in fantasy
You've helped reality and I come to terms after a long time
and seasoned my happy poems with spices of rhythm and rhyme
you've helped me cross the many unstable bridges
and to the broken doors of opportunity nailed new and stronger hinges
you've brought an aura of peace to my soul, the moon and the stars
I'm bleeding naught in love for most of my wounds are scars
you've loved me even better than my mother did
firmly held my hand and led me out of the dark caves I was hid
and propagated a light finer than all illumination,even the sun
you've given me wings and even cautioned me not to burn
like Icarus did fatally flying too close to the magnetic sun
you've taken my heart, filled every canyon and gaping hole
and I'm remorseful for believing the broken don't whole
you've showed me kindness above the good Samaritan level
connected the island I was to the landmass of your affection
and kicked out the cold of loneliness with warmth and real attention
like no one could,above all you've fostered my survival
you've heard the loud whimper in the silence of my shout
and answered my questions beyond the point of doubt
you're the Angel even those in paradise wish they can be
sadly the universe and destiny sit right between you and me
albeit I can't savour your seemingly sweet scent, my heaven sent
you have always felt closer to me than any attire of mine
for your kindness sparkles brighter than any star will ever shine
and you're beyond the normal lass in any lad's dream
yet this isn't close to being the reason I love you,creme del a creme
my love for you is beyond the measure of human reasons
beyond mortal seasons, and what's more?my love's incapable of treason

I woke up this morning and asked myself this question
How far have I gone on the avenue of moving on?
I got no immediate reply but then when I stood by the window pane
the fingers of dawn were still desperately seeping through
the spaces where you used to stand and hugging the cold bed.
the curtains swung in mutiny blown by angry winds
winds which hitherto our break up gracefully lifted your brunette hair
I walked out and even the door creaked in mockery of my loneliness
and guess what happened when I looked back!
your beautiful pillows were more red than burning charcoal
my eyes hurt at the light the Sun shot, I had to blink
the usually harmless orange orb was harshly telling me to think
I ignored the concerns of all these guys for it was my life
not for the curtain or the rays through the window pane
the pillows, the doors and the cold bed knew nothing about my pain
so I walked back to the sink and washed my face
and the splashing sounds seemed to echo, my home's like my heart
without you there's a void, my home's an empty place
couldn't ignore my ears, unlike others,they were here right from the start
they know the truth like my eyes, nose and lips
my eyes grudgingly shut missing the touch of your palms
my tongue touched my lips trying to restore their faith
even the touch of my tongue didn't feel close to your wine kisses
so I ultimately got my reply, I am still limpid and in pieces
your closet still carries everything you left
the kitchen still clatters calling out your name
I redid the walls but with even the smell of fresh paint
I assure nothing changed, everything's still the same
in the night I freeze clutching at the monsters of your absence
with ravenous longing and burning desire that could start a fire
tears crawl out my eyes in devastation to burn out the flame
I haven't moved on,not a single step from that day
my feet are liquid with the heat of defeat and remorse
arms paralysed by coldness for my fingers miss the warmth of yours
the spaces asking for soft fingers that fitted between perfectly
the skies of my soul have been cloudy since, my eyes do the rain
big boys don't cry yet I can't make every tear disappear
that can't happen unless you return, unless you're right here
I know I said I wouldn't miss you,I was wrong
without you I'm but rubble and shards, I'm eating my words
so please come home, come back where you belong
I won't move on,yet behind is where my beautiful future lies
I miss the whispers, I'm fed up of nightmares and whimpers
I promise forever if you return, no more goodbyes,
just a white dress and a ring,I promise the isles,
come home my love, you're the home, you're my wife.

I can be a star that shines through your night and day
a painting that sticks on the feathery canvas
the radar to your ship, the enduring campus
the words that are so difficult to say
I can be the one leaf in windy seasons that never falls
but sticks with you till the very moment eternity calls
the beautiful melody that never ceases to sing
the serene filled drone which may never sting
I can be the careful and graceful bird that never perches
the unnoticed but concerned eye that always watches
the willing helping hand in your times of need
the much desired friend in need,a friend in deed
I can be every joyful and melancholic poem you've ever read
a roseate flower whose frail petals never fade
the green thick dense canopy to always bring you shade
the one who makes your twisted world a better place
I can be wide spectral smiles to colour your love locked face
A friend against foes, a kiss on your cheek,
Or a secret in your palm to hold you whenever you're weak
I can be more than just a phone call and text
a mechanic who gets the wreck of your broken Heart fixed
Or lifeless images of glowing eyes and tearful emotions,
and the eternal rivers of hope flowing within to Oceans
I can invent the technology to teleport you here
be the keeper who whispers sweet somethings in your ear
the destiny you've always wanted to have
I can make that dream lad you've always wanted to love
if only you give me a chance,and to the rhythm of life rise to dance
walk barefooted through thorns, I can take the bull by his horns
I can be the Madonna whose bloom conquers all seasons
and outlives eternity if only you understand my reasons

I would be singing if I had a song
or shedding tears if I wasn't strong
I would be shining had I been the moon
in the tomb of romance gone too soon


would be stretching if I knew the length
moving on if I had the strength
drowning trying to find the depth
of my deep affection where it's kept

This coldness reminds me of the ice in my heart
it reminds me of the avalanche that threatens this winter
upon the snowy mountain in my soul formed by the tension of her absence
and the compressional forces of loneliness
this weather wants me to have another start
but I doubt there's more in my embrace but a cold shoulder
I doubt a lifetime could melt away this ice brought by your lies
every such morning I realise maybe I'll never get over this winter
unless I find one who will summer bring
  there's no such person, none can bring even spring
so much as I'd wish for warmth, I must find it in the rain
albeit I crave pleasure of belonging,I belong to the pain
to the hurting and taunting past I can never have
with the innocent beautiful girl,the only one I love
the beauty cast away and innocence she lost
if only I could can find her among the white walkers, her ghost
this chill reminds of how losing her was a big deal
it was the an inferno in paradise and it's burning still
how will I rediscover the warmth when I'm content with frigidity
how will I change my heart,how will I bend its rigidity
this coldness is a mirror that reflects  ain't over you at all
it reminds me of heaps of flakes piled in my soul

I'm slowly losing you like grains of sand
finding their way through spaces between a ****** hand
you're going out the crevices of my broken heart
steadily seeping away, subliming in thin air like dusty dirt

without reason, departing just like you appeared
and I'm wondering if indeed it was just for a season as I'd feared
we're by and by separating, the vehicles of our fates have veered
to different directions, and the scarring sheath on my wounds have cleared

Just like a bird loses her chick whilst teaching it to fly
I'm losing you with every minute that crawls by
and it makes me want to cry,sadly the wells of my tears are dry
with every breath, oh my,I'm losing you at every sigh

Used to unexpected ends so I won't be surprised if I lose
you won't be my last hurt and neither will you be my first bruise

of us ain't looking for the best
rather than greener pastures we settled for artificial  tuff
we left the fight for the best to the rest
for we have realised sometimes enough is enough

we attached a meaning to life,planted peace and uprooted the strife
we had pleasures, we enjoyed our life we took no measures
risked falling off the cliffs gladly faced them dangers
but that was the point ,it wasn't living if we weren't believing
we could successfully turn the pages, make memories walking on the edges
we faced the challenge, we had to manage,
trekked through the sun till it was orange
You'd appreciate for we had the courage
we was buried in beating the current, we were hurried
to define our ambition, the mission was reaching the mirage
it was illusive,we were incisive, brothers fell out we were inclusive
we kept fighting and biting,made laws but we weren't abiding
mistakes we went on citing,tough choices we weren't deciding
the higher the ladder, the more life was harder
expected to lead by example,we had to sample life, at times lost the tempo
danced to beats affected the cardiacs, hit the streets mistaken for maniacs
evading defeat propelled to take cover for we were rebels,
running from criticisms coming at us harder than pebbles
we weren't famous but they knew us,ambassadors for the new earth
we were the weight,we were the scales, our actions were the bells
the story that everyone tells,we guided their trains for we were the rails,hickory dickory dock
we were the ship and yacht at every Dock,
the movies to watch and the stories to talk,
for we lit avenues from where they would walk
so the shines went interstellar,the inspiration to every fella
for we rode on luck and provided to many who lack
we were a drug to every dealer, some thought we were Rockefeller
took nothing for granted for we were hunted,
life was a charm so many enchanted we couldn't forget we were wanted
we stuck to the guns, saw it till the end, it was a fire to which we would fend
we had an entire generation and a legacy to defend
persistent to resistance,so much it defined our existence
we fought monsters and didn't give up,so that our world would get a revamp
we were peaceful warriors,we were notorious

We bend the rules and use them like we're using tools
sitting on our conscience comfortably like we sit on stools
we've ignored the stairs because we all wish for elevators disappointed many friends and turned them
to aggrieved foes because there's pride in having haters
nothing matters, nothing ever did as long as we got the paper
life is a gamble we claim but we've mastered all the tosses
living a life of camouflage taking cover cause we're someone's debtor we've given up the schools of thought, now profits can be losses
we're lost in the wilderness, enslaved by temptations and darkness
because we've been convinced that as slaves we're the bosses
we're reducing our lifespan with the tattoos
and skin mutilations of reckless living we call uniqueness
we're free in chains of our addictions,like caterpillars do cocoons
we're giving with strings attached and foolishly term that philanthropy
penning discombobulations and terming that philosophy
politics is about the money statesmanship is as scarce as honey
the foolish took on roles of imparting wisdom into future generations
we can't remember our roots, history's on tattered
pages of time and rhyme in unclear narrations
We weld our own chains yet shackled we start freedom fighting
We give in what we can get, forgive and not forget
Courage has walked out on our race, perhaps she was never here
so much so that we'll scream "go to Hell" to the dare devils
instead of playing the game of life up to their level
our lives are ships we steer into stormy waters we can not sail
then whimper (at every slap of monster waves) out of fear
we've ignored the caution, dance in the rain,not storms with the hail
hence we're stuck in a darkness we cannot counter
living on the fast lane, supersonic places without room to saunter
memories are left in the pictures for we remember only nothing
present when nature died,in pain she screamed for our help in vain,
for while she bled her life away blindly we were watching
now that her monsters have come to warm the treacherous Earth
with nightmares of heat, typhoons,hurricanes we realise her worth
we are architects of our own doom, of the towers of gloom
congesting the skyline with scrappers of bad choices
and denying the rays of righteousness a path to our visage
we've altered the world into dark sweltering global room
we're preachers and philosophers who need to listen to our own message
we're the ***** that needs shaving, the righteous who need saving
a wide path which needs paving,we're the change we're craving
for it's utter madness and strange to say the world needs change
when we, we are the world, we are the ***** in politics
players of the game,the authors of the lyrics
and with good interred to our bones can be the saints to the relics
we're a lost generation and the campus we need to be found
we're the liberty we seek for we are the shackles to which we're bound
reality is twitter for most times we control the trends
we can unbend the bended rules and change how this story ends

You missed a call from the kindness you dumped because of hurt
she wants you two to reconcile and have a fresh start
and from the lad you consider your greatest adversary
who thinks making up would heal your vile and misery
you missed a call from the fair lass you ignore, who feels you were wrong
running after those who wouldn't love you,to places you don't belong
the lady you were afraid to approach yet perfectly suited your future wife
you missed a call from that road you avoided because it was long
and took the fatal short cut, and from your conscience that urged you to be strong
you missed an important call from the shaky bridge to a better life
a vital call from the risk you were afraid of taking
and your real self you were forsaking while living a life you are faking
Even hope beeped, I think she wanted to find out why you embraced despair,
gave it room in your melancholy filled soul adulterated by toxic air
you missed a call from your sixth sense that wants you to quit liquor
for you were deafened by the loud music of your soothing ego
you have an email from prosperity but you only responded to poverty
esteem says she can be your drug if you have the right dosage
and persistence saw you online albeit you didn't reply to her Whatsapp message
your ability's a rocket shooting against all odds into space
and sky's not the limit but stagnation of your attitude and pace
if you hadn't missed it,you wouldn't feel gravity's grip on your lace
blessings texted you asking for reasons why you insist you are cursed
even your future called whilst you were breathlessly running after your past
you missed a call from inspiration,she wanted to say you can
no one can do it like you do, she says you are the only one
you missed a call from the life you want to live
she wanted you to know her number,you can reach her if you believe