every garbage
was available once
used and discarded

that was the live
result:garbages and garbages ....

From day one he was trouble
His parents knew on sight
Their bundle of pure joy and bliss
Was somehow, just not right

It wasn't in his nature
To be part of a gang
He like to be off by himself
He liked things that went bang

He was troubled in his school years
Never getting real good marks
He didn't get along with other
He was burning caps and making sparks

But when this boy found fire
Well, then....his world became real small
Never mind the big explosions
He would go and burn them all

Small fires set in dumpsters
Behind the shops, by where he ran
He'd set fire to the garbages
While he trapped a cat inside the can

He progressed on up to buildings
Made that jump, in one big way
He torched a crack house, all abandoned
Buy using gas and old, dry hay

But, the thrill was not a keeper
It wore off as fast as it arrived
He had to extend the feeling
That made his body feel alive

He knew to see his fires
He would have to volunteer
First he would go set them
Then, help put them out...I fear

It was a stroke of pyro genius
He'd set them and he'd put them out
He'd learn what gave them trouble
And he'd give them more without a doubt

He never killed another
Never burnt a persons home
He always set his fires
Where buildings always stood alone

They caught him late September
He'd burned a building late one night
It was supposed to be abandoned
But, was full of squatters, out of sight

The picture, it was famous
A hippie shaking someone's hand
It was on the front page of the paper
And it was shown through out the land

A fingerprint was lifted
A switch, that burned, not like it should
And from there, it was no problem
To lock this boy away for good

He was sent away to prison
He was gonna die there, bet on that
And on his first day in that prison
He saw an old man, who just sat

Sitting in the corner
by himself, no one around
Sat a man, all old and wrinkled
Lips were moving, but no sound

Came forth from this man's mouth,
his lips all cracked and dry,
You could stand right there and listen
And hear nothing if you tried...

O,
Ye samaria
Harken unto us,
For this is how far the Lord has brought us
"We Gehazi"

For
By our afflictions
Did thee left us
In the stench over the gates of the city

There
We sat in our rags
And wobbled in the burns of the fiery sun
But
When night invaded the peace of the sun
Was the burns gobbled wholly
Allowing the malicious cold breeze
Pierce through our bones and marrow
Like the arrows of the syrians

Yet
Now and then
Will thy hearts
Befriend compassion
And serve us with the remains of thy garbages
And yea,
Their pungent aroma we gasp with delight
And although,it came with a bruised satiety
It curbed our curse and anxieties
We were wasted,yet death feared to waste us whole

But
In the times
When thy comforting abundance
Was clutch and struck by thine enemies
Did thy desperation for quench
Plunge through our lungs and stomach

Like
Thee,we were hoist by famish
Yet exceedingly
And our souls will bleed relentlessly
When we prayed and wept

"Why sit we here until we die"

There
The spirit of the lord
Descended in our midst
O,we unclean
And made us more valiant than thine armies
We bacame conquerors of thine enemies
When
We stride
Through the valleys
Of the shadows of death
And every step we made scaled our breath
Yet through all,and Truth
His rod comforted us
And oblivious of our fate
He set banquets in the tents
Of our enemies
Our rags did he made the finest robes
And in our care did he bade their luxuries

O,
Ye doubtors and despaired samarians
Harken unto us
For we carry the glad tidings of the lord
Behold!
Ye all on this day
Shall witness the great abundance
Of the lord
And testify his mighty works for all

UNCLEAN
2 Kings 7 vrs 3
©Historian E.Lexano

Somewhere in between my scattered bed and fuzzy hair
Around the first lazy hour past midnight, I dreamt again
You were there with your ***** snapped teeth and razing eyes
You wanted to talk or you came back with your spirited voice to fight
Something is different about you now, the cuts on your thighs are deep
Covered with bandages of death
I came to tell you about my new found addiction to smoking
Fidgeted with a half-empty 
glass tightly clasped within your grip.
You were my home, and I was your tormentor
I didn't know the heaven I had, now hell stings with the flashes of you
I couldn't fit in either
I am dying
You turned to leave
He changed from this happy soul to the grimace of a devil
I would know that this  particular night was one where you so desperately needed to feel home.
Yet I could only observe you before returning to pick up the garbages left of you
Tomorrow I will visit not to torment you, rather to be your peace.

MECHANICAL

The lion of Africa is mechanical
A knock down engine
Left to rust
Producing garbages
Break down to the apex

From one mechanic to another
They always promise to fix it
Get paid and extort us in return
Inflicts more damages
Heaps the faults on previous mechanics

The lion of Africa is mechanical
With quack mechanics
Stealing our tools and equipments
Always seeing a complex fault
At the end of each day

Pleading to fix it if given a second chance
But repeats the same error
When their repair tenure is over
They bring in their kinsmen
To make promises too

Tools and equipments unaccounted for
Where's the employment carburetor?
The infrastructural radiator
The nut of unity
The scale of Justice
The gear for separation of powers
All you political mechanics.

Photo credit: Ativie Kimberly Adesua

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
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You find in me a river
A cool shower
A heavenly  bliss
Still you try to hiss
As rivers are feminine
I feel I am genuine
I also feel a river that flows in me
Surrenders with glee
As river can not express
I feel my right to access
I offer you clear water
And foamy lather
But you dump garbages
I tolerate your abuses for ages
You drink me first
Quench your thirst
You make me emotionally burst
Your madness you give
Still I try to survive

Its Seems to be So Long Since happen
But looks So fresh to Me till Now
I heard of Fairy Tale Stories and Angels
But I realise that's not a Story
Only After you come to my life Dear Love

At a First Moment I saw you
I don't know Bell rings,Thunder strikes or
Thousand butterflies fly through my heart
Which I heard from many of my friends
But Become a Instant Poet from Next second

Never seen such an Enchanting Eyes Before
Eyes which carries care,Tenderness and Love
Surely I am not a First Victim for your Eyes
I'm totally Hypnotised by that dark Eyes
And Longing for at least once it see me

Few Days later,you acquainted with me
Thanks to My childhood friend,who is also your friend
I am Not Tensed This much Even for my Exams
You Gave a Simple and Ravishing Smile
Feel like I'm sacred and all My blotches are Gone

I Prepared myself how to start and what to speak
Before I Deliver a word,You spoke to Me
First word Uttered from your Mouth is 'Hi'
I don't think a Simple Word is That much powerful
Which takes a Half a breath away from Me

Days Passes,We became So Close
Everything surrounds me looks good
Even Ditches and Garbages Looks So beautiful
Feels like Everyone Smiles at Me
Including Always Scolding Professor and Angry Face principal

Each and Every Passing day,you grown more on me
Your Pretty face Stick in my Brain
Your adorable character Sink in my heart
I take a oath on Myself to Never miss you
I doesn't have Any life if I not have you

How can I Propose to Most Beautiful girl in the universe
By Giving you Tons of Flowers or Tozens of Love Letters
Or By Dark chocolates or Given a Most Costliest Gift
I don't Think to Give anything of it
Because Nothing is Worth much infront of you

"I wanna Marry you", First Word slipped from my lips
Maybe I Could start with 'Love you'
But More than a Love,I Need a Trust from you
Trust that Make you feel I am the one for you
And Trust that Make you Realize How much I needed You

I don't get Any words from you on Next Three Days
Days which teach More life than I live in all my past
I have No idea what to do and what am I
Whether I cry or laugh,Die or live
Answer is On the Hands of My Little Princess

On an evening dance show I wasted a ciggerate on thoughts
The light shimmered on the ball,
The music was new, all the songs were turned into stew
A soup of melody and a constant beat
Trembling the floor and the ceiling~
I gazed upon the upcoming crowd
"A beer" They crooned.
The ancient smell of ***** and liquor gassed up the entire floor.
The ciggerate, it burned too loud, and the poet was not allowed,
Saddned by the echoes of silence in a room full of noise, I left the premise with nothing but nicotine stains and words without sentences.
~
The ladies,  cursed by design
The men, manipulating the minds
The children, running to hide.
Where are the people who once promised a dinner?
Where are the shackles of chains that were
Left unattended to the working class?
-
I saw him throw the trash at the
river that sprung from a feet of a cow.
Vrishabhavathi, she cries.
A symphony of dead plastics and living garbages.
Decorated by the lush pink trees
With the smell of rotting cabbages.
-
Did they bring more people to build a holy land?
Did they fight communists holding flowers in their hands?
Were there people overlooking the waters filled with foam?
The forests filled with food packets and rotting homes
-
If a tree fell in a forest. Would you **** me?
This way?