KING JOHN MICHEAL

KING JOHN MICHEAL Aug 2013

When the morning comes
and retire my night to rest
i will voice the goodness of the morning to you.

Whe you yawn from the comfort of your bed,
when you stand at your door
and gaze at the rising sun,
the thing to be done in the morning stands and stare at you,

when you long to behold the one you dreamed of,
i will run to you
i will kiss your lips
i will give you the dreams of my night,
i will voice the goodness of the morning to you.

KING JOHN MICHEAL Aug 2013

Angel behind the Mask

In deep thought i am lost,
constructing words suitable,
with typing fingers and imagery,
only but behind the mask.
whispering sounds of love tones are heard,
voice so compelling as of an Angel.
In my dreaming she is my heart desire.
In my daylight she is the object of my imagination.
At the soft tone of her voice i am enspelled.

Behind the mask.
She is behind the mask.
Make known to me the beauty of thy look.
Let my nose swim in the aura of your presence,
let me be known by the gaze of thy eyes,
take away thy mask,
make known to me
the reality of thy beauty.
I long to behold.

KING JOHN MICHEAL Aug 2013

Sealed in Love

I tell the heart what to think,
i tell the heart what to feel,
but its ruthless blind decision,
sent it on its own erand,
to there where it ravages lie,
there where it woes are designed.

In its engulfment its grips flee,
at the aura of your presence it vulnerability emerged.
In thorn and jaded i gathered my nights,
my eyes goes on erand, when all goes to slumber,
counting painstakingly numbers of my ceiling.

At the brightning of your teeth
when they are uncovered from your smiles,
all host my sleepless night.
At the ogle of your eyes
my heart looses its defences,
in this ocean where my heart swims in your thought i write,
from the dawn i set my gaze on you,
my heart knows no pleasure in rest.

KING JOHN MICHEAL Aug 2013

The evil behind the mask

They are the evil behind the mask,
they live in our homes,
share same bed with us,
in their arms we are ensnared
they are the evil behind the mask.
At their scenes of play:
we mourn our fathers,
we mourn our mothers,
we mourn our uncles,
we mourn our aunties,
we buried our friends.

Before our very own eyes they are massacred in cold blooded.
By the aliens behind the mask.
From afar i beheld the ravages of our camp.
At my gaze eyes failed to blink,
as it rained as of a heavy downpour.
even lucifer paused in marvel
at their horrible scenes of play.

They are the evil behind the mask,
their name boko,others haram.
People laments,others mourn.
Our camp is known in wailing.sitted on the lips of our folks
mournful songs of their gone children,
all at the hands of the aliens behind the mask.

They live in our homes,
share same bed with us,
enjoy the delicacies of our meal,
they are the evil behind the mask.
They are the ******* and the menace of the community.
Their name boko,others haram,
people Laments.
They are the evil behind the mask.

KING JOHN MICHEAL Aug 2013

Living Dream

I can't run
i can't hide
i tried killing it
but its alive than life could tell
it keeps crawling to me,
in my hidden places
they crawl to me,

gripping me every corner within,
you are my nightmare!
You are my dream!
Will i toyour dreaming sleep not?
Will i to your nightmare not slumber?
In this dream i love to dally.
In this nightmare i need no intrude!

KING JOHN MICHEAL Aug 2013

I am Missing You

I looked to the east
i looked to the west
i asked my door,
who did you let out?
I went to my bedroom
none was found.

My sitting room hosted me
in a lonely meeting.
My ceiling hung still and watches
my miserable night.

The four cardinal points of my room
stood still and watches me in mockery,
as i gathered the hours of my night in loneliness.

I am missing you.
I am missing you.
The solitude voice echoed from within.
Sitting on the imagination of my mind,
your presence once felt.

My door's wide open to recieve your returning
my bed lie still to feel the warmth of your embrace
when you lay down on it.
I feel my half is gone!
i feel like i am dieing!
I feel jaded.

Please come back home,
come save my dieing soul
longing for you.
I am lost thinking of you,
without you by my side i am lost.
Please come back home
for i am missing you.

KING JOHN MICHEAL Aug 2013

Addiction

I care for nothing
than the sound of your voice.
I care for nothing
than the echoes of your name.

I care for nothing
than the aura of your presence.
I care for nothing
than the stares of your bright eyes.
You with me is everything.
Nothing matters to me anymore,
nothing matters to me.
You with me is everything
nothing matters to me.