It seems as if my mind will explode into flames of madness
And at times my  tear glands are pregnant with joy, anger and fear
Corrupt confusion
Iam a sodden mind of dry solitudeness mixed with hope
The future is too bright I cant see
Success is in limbo
When I think of what happened to Moses I drown in paranoia
All these fights, all these years, lost beer binging nights and not see Canan?
At this juncture I can't turn back
That has never been an option, I won't be a mound of salt
I am not Lot's wife
I hope to take off these shoes of lead and fly away
Soon
Let me melt away into the sky
And face reality
I will make you proud

My heart is a derelict graveyard
Sodden with poetry that reverbarates miles and miles away with each painful throb
And so...
The aftermath, the ache
Tantamount to phantom limb pain
Surgical exorcism of the heart from the other
Here we go again
Some dude said Love is a dog from hell
And maybe its a fairy-tale mirage like Christmas
Hail Mary
Rid us of this daemon
That which instills terror in these frail hearts
Schizophrenic attempts to make the Mermaid of Venice copulate
Filthy little beast LOVE
Next season I might never unleash you
And forever extinct you shall be in me
Good riddance,  mind pollutant, even air
Nothing like love is in the air
I couldn't have jammed into darkness and stench
Today you might just fall down into your ****** organs and vanish
Like a pin dropping into the Grand Canyon
These feelings
Phantom limb pain
Finally the warmth is dissipated
Culmination of the opposites is impossible
Not with you and other various forms of human ****
Rigour mortis of my soul
So what choice do I have?
Except to evacuate this fantasy of madness
And secretly nurse my phantom limb pain
At least this "Stiff" gave birth to a poem
And maybe a poet

Death
Inpatiently I await
This time with awe hanging from my soul like the magazine of an AK47
No more tears
Like Medusa
My piercing eye will turn you into stone
And on that we shall engrave your epitaph
'*******'

Why do we need to buy graves and coffins
Funeral expenses
Ironic ain't it? broke but paying for misery
And weddings too
Who told you that shaft is yours?
Beware the mail man cometh
And your best friend
Your wife will come too
Maybe you won't make her
She might not want to
If life is a *****
Who is pimping her?
If you decide to take your misery to church the pastor will eat your misery, money and daughter in your bedroom
And you will pay for your sin
One thing I like about University is daughters get ******
Yes, ****** hard
Sons and daughters graduate with AIDS
AIDS graduates too
And we ululate
Funny ain't it? Investing in misery
Poetry is formless
Enjoyable too
My cannabis

This  now I decide to unleash thought onto this platform
Through this poem
And right now you inspire more
Through the background music when you snore
Your eyes and mouth are shut
But only a minute ago that dragon mouth was spitting fire
Lashing upon my beautiful innocent me
Ridiculing, hurting, stabbing, shooting, crucifying
You said 'pain demands to be felt'
You overwhelm me with this cheap abundant commodity
I guess thats why I love you
Because now I can't sleep
And you are deep in sleep
Dreaming paradise
Whilst I die of pain
Your prescription, the concoction that you provide on an hourly basis
I see the angel in you in your sleep
I hope you come back a real angel
But even if you were a daemon I would still love you
Good night my love
Let me rid myself to sleep too
I tried reading myself to and failed to
Good night my love

I am deceased with love
For poetry's sake You are my Medusa
And I your ******
Your piercing eyes solidify my heart
And turn my love for you into stone
Suffocate me with affection in our little gas chamber
The Gestapo will keep intruders at bay
Set me ablaze with madness
Let my schizophrenia watch from behind with awe
De-exorcise me from this angelic daemon LOVE
Medusa lubricate our union with your venom
I shall see to it that the Wehrmacht safeguard this treaty
African queen of infinite tantrums
***** love and hair
Ovid has already said that you are the jealous aspiration of many a suitor
What more shall I want

This prison with no walls
The mind is even too hot for thought to linger upon
Creativity vanishes when the contents of the dustbin are emptied
Hunger, lie and poverty
The everlasting diet of this wall-less facility
Noisesome ideology forcefed through the sphincter ani
Mother ran away from the constant tantrums of the AK
Forty seven men played that instrument and stole her dignity
The music was too loud she said
So she is still hiding six feet under
Brother coughs a lot, spits a lot and is a skeleton of wonder
What the hell? Where is heaven?
Sons mistook for dustbins constantly being reclaimed by the grave
This wall-less prison
Trust is no more between husband and wife
Men **** men and dog eat dog
Mothers shun their wombs
Vatican shut its doors
Hell is contemplating too
We dance to our heart beats, the only hope