Can’t sleep
Do you expect me to
What would you do?
Heart-ache and temple throbbing
For Pete sake and hood of Robben
We argued, about an hour ago
But not like we used to
This became personal
It was too soon...
You feared you lost me
And I swore I didn’t know you

I hate this
Every part of it
Every segment of it
Can it be personified
Have a mind of it's own
So it can be filled with lies
So I can hate it’s guts
So my hatred can’t be swallowed
So you doesn’t enter your pie and leave out your ****

I’m hating what these questions have become
Because certain answers we fear and lived avoiding some
I hope you never leave
But that you constantly come
May I be a home for you
May you love me like you did yesterday
So in your palm I may hide
And on my chest you may rest.

Boundless

I usually confine myself to expectations
Rhyme schemes
What people could think of me
And try my level best to do more than necessary to deliver a specific thought...

You know...
Because we are told we can control that much
But not this time
No confined spaces
No worries about whether the sound of my name summons a smile or spark of light and life in others

Especially when I can no longer feel “this little light of mine” shining from inside
In fact now I’m boundless
Perhaps an understatement for random
Never mind living
I’ll focus on my breathing
Touching peoples lives might be too much of a stretch
My arms tire
My palms can’t sweat no longer harvesting fruits not from my *****

A true vacation is one where a break is from your phone
Like really
Stupid device has me typing my intentions to go on an hiatus when each pop-up from Instagram of WhatsApp has me on the edge of my seat

This circle shall be drawn free hand
Boundless
Keep your expectations and acknowledgment of my presence
I can smile towards the world without your greetings and salutations
**** it!
That was hypocritical
Perhaps change in a boundless form is a growing state of mind rather than a drastic change of pattern through time
**** it!!
Rhyme scheme had me again this time.


Boundless.

Did you see it?
No you didn’t...
Your blink caused you to miss an entire existence
Now your perspective remains
Unchanged
Stagnant
Remains still
A lake
You thought it was peaceful
But it’s unhindered
It doesn’t grow
Stretches not
Selfish are you
That refuses a pursuit to truth
Now turmoil bleeds
Unseeded Apollo of the assassins creed  
Rocky benches where of the Forrest Gumps, between the Forestry dump

Are you better now?
Does the air claim refuge in your breathe
Your lungs together build an X-marked chest
Stand straight don’t disrespect me
Don’t let the apple choke your throat Adam
You blamed Eve for feeling indifferent yet you stand with a snake entangled around your spinal matrix
Incarnation is basic
I played capitalistic monopoly with a previous life’s manifested chess piece

Do you dare to dream.

Short poem

This poem is short
A short poem for you
If life was long  
This poem would be too

You can only be this short
To read this poem

If your are myopic
See in the short distance
Then these words you might notice

Short poem for you close friends and distant foes  
Short poem for your quick thirst
Mirage in the distance
Made futile by camel toes

This is a short poem
Hey tall people, this ain’t for you
Skyscrapers to the side we can’t see the stars

This is compassion for the vertically disabled
That can do flips under the bed and hands stands under coffee tables
Those who’s lack in height is always made subject
Referred to as cute because beautiful is too high to put to effect
Short people, don’t forget, God allows things to grow until they become perfect.

Rainy Reign.

Sunshine no longer ruled
Smiles put into chains
Grey ushered a revolution in the skies
Banishing the blue
As if he knew
That teary waters threatened a breakthrough
Seemed it was a promise soon to come true

Rainy Reign.

We never welcomed change
Flowers shriveled up
Free roaming creatures escaped searching for a cage
At least they have roofs over their heads right
A new chapter is hard to read
When the tears dank the book so much the words become impossible to see

Rainy Reign.

The forest cries
No one hears
Thunder shouts catastrophe
Your new ruler is here
You have all to fear
If history was written, the roses only defense would serve as nothing more than sharp apostrophes

Rainy Reign.

Water is a wish in draughts
A neglected commodity in stable homes
But see it’s forces in storms and you’ll believe in witchcraft

So what can we do
Cover your head
Submit to the seasonal thread
Accept your pockets can’t bring change
And just hope when your time comes
It comes fast enough that you never look transition in the face

Rainy Reign.

Spear of Athena ⚜️

Freedom, democracy, wisdom, art and classical learning
Owls and olive trees
Girlfriend olympics cant apply when you reside in Olympus
Don’t let them fool you
Your greatest attribute was your ability to be simplistic

Athena
born from the forehead of Zeus
A manifested source of inspiration and science
A muse

Yet men of the earthly realm don’t see it to be true
Your value, misused
Opportunities you’ve given, refused
Your excellence, excused
With your efforts doing nothing but amuse

Athens of Greece
A place known for its passionately romantic men
Who’s ideals feast off vividly pragmatic sin
Yet abuse and neglect of all things feminine takes the more ecstatic next of kin

Yet it’s named after a ****** Goddess
Speaks volumes of double standards
Hence single degrees of respect in men keep moving backwards
The divorce rates are triple layered
if anything, it voices pitiful slander

To your greatly fought for value
Your biological significance
Your psychological importance
And spiritually uplifting worth

To think your constantly compared to the planet hence Mother Earth
Yet have your reputation constantly embedded back into the dirt

Spear of Athena ⚜️
You heal graciously the hearts of those you struggled to protect
You’ve helped so many love when you yourself struggled to find a man worthy enough to connect
An open book constantly encountering transparency that can’t hold the integrity she projects

Spear of Athena ⚜️

Your passion knows only freedom
Your love, fair and equal like democracy
Your patience bears wisdom
Your body speaks art
And your frame of reference teaches classical learning

Soon one will crawl yearning
Rotate attention like an owls head turning
For your excellence brews like olive oil maturing as it’s churning

Spear of Athena. ⚜️

I’m not sure if you’re introverted or broken
If the purple in your heart is sincerity or it’s swollen
Could it be tears along with blood clashing against the narrow pathways of your veins
If that’s so then you’ve mastered pain withheld in vain
Escape vs design
Sacrifice turned into a shrine

Do you refuse to share because you conserve strength or fear burdening
Your indifference is frustrating
Are your moments of solitude spent contemplating or are you hurting

You looked in the mirror and swore an oath of silence to silence
You made a covenant to never speak about the pain you never wanted to speak about

Emojis and LOLs I’m thinking I passed the test
I’m here thinking you’re impressed
When each giggle represents another slash to your tongue
You’d shrug a smile and oppress thoughts of living in the moment
By picturing the past and how it presents itself
Like a portrait of regret placing you in regression whenever growth or transformative change is brought up in question?

Are you happy?
A phrase in the lane of impossibility
That you’re forced to reluctantly agree to
I’d have a better response asking if the colors saturate better in your dreams
When was the last time you licked the joints behind your knees
And if God forgot your name again when the queue for blessings and good hopes was read out

I hope I could suggest better comfort than “I’m here for you when you need me”
Because that’s the equivalent of drying the ocean of its tears with a bath towel

But I want you to know that I’ll do it regardless
That no soul should exist solely
That deserving is an understatement
Even when my attempts are nothing far from inevitable futilities
Regardless
I know know repeated actions for different expectations are *******
But even Einstein couldn’t escape depression
So regardless
I hope the mere thought of my existence is cathartic
You can stop hurting
You just have to believe so