it is apparently in
one's skin
the skin of a thousand generations
the gene structure of an ancestor
that holds the ultimate key
to their benign characteristics and thoughts
they rage, rage at the seemingly regret of
thousands of generations underneath
the pain, the fury, the happiness, the sadness,
all one in many
they pass down and down
and when they reached me,
I wondered.
Is everything still under my delicate skin?
Repent, repent
of a thousand generations more
Repent, repent my
own
skin,
the layer above many
and the layer below many more.

Wear shame
Wear it well
The saccharine faded
All that you cleave to
Is sticky with rage

Crossed the Rubicon
Only to plunge
Into the burrow of circumstance
Your pillow remains infertile
Path, dreary

One relapse from settling the score
Trail the footsteps of your forefathers
As the earsplitting ticking time bomb ticks
The enchanting nights of levitation are numbered.

They ceaselessly blathered about society
How it should burn
For all it’s wrongs, decay
And unjust judgmental hypocrisy
With such conviction
It was as though
This “Supreme” species
Had forgotten that they too
Are this society they loathe.

I close my eyes,
and where did I go?
Oh why doesn't anybody know,
Dearest dear, of yesteryear,
How come I still hear the chill of your voice,
In my deaf little ears?

Along a long road,
With nowhere to go,
Oh in life you bet on yourself,
Thinking it's the best bet in the book,
And then you break down on the side of the road,
And you find yourself alone, alone,
And you weren't a very good bet after all,
Alone, alone,
You put yourself there.

You open your eyes,
now it's darker than when you had them closed,
You hate the lights in the distance,
Because you remember when you shone,
Oh it is sickening, leave me here,
Leave me alone, alone.
Along this road,
This road, well I lied to you,
My love, My now absent heart,
My queen now deparated,
Smart, just like all the others,
I lied when I said this road goes on,
goes on and on,
I lied when I said it was a long road.
Sometimes, you just gotta fold.

Superman can fly,
But I can love.

The Flash is fast,
But I can cry.

Batman always wins,
But I can lose.

The Hulk is strong,
But I am mortal.

God may be three,
But I am just one.

those gods like rotten meat
end up in a dump
buzzed over by
flies

scratched and left over by some canine

'cause his master said
"don't eat that rotten **** you fool!"

there are worms
they don't think like that
if they think at all

but be modest, Charlie

give'em some credit

for they never complain for
making a fertilizer

now will you  look down that bridge

there lay a dried up whale
exploding boiling organs all around

and there hides
the entire city
behind the stink

now we wait, Charlie, 'cause we are patient

wait for some Kublai Khan
to interpret as he wishes
'cause, Marco Polo does not speak
the same language

and god is still
an ever rotting meat.

Entrenched by Your enigmatic demeanor
I stand in utter bewilderment
As tropical winds caress my face
And mosquitoes serenade around me
Drawing blood for unsolicited company

Mesmerized by Your colossal vastitude
I sit in the sand, in sheer gratitude
As tiny rain drops moisten my face
And toads serenade in the distance
Croaking aloud an undesired masterpiece

Encompassed by Your endearing cognizance
I retreat to my hut in abysmal surrender
As I scratch from itching bites all over
And crave Your celestial affection
Bowing, I join them; to worship You!

© Raphael Uzor