Tuesday, December 18, 2018

She Looked At Him

She looked at him
like a magical train she traveled in
carrying her through the dark night
making everything right
when it was cold outside

she looked at him
like a rocket that took her so high in the space
with painful sweet pleasure

He looked at the train
like a wonderful lover
whom last night her love alone
covered him like a rock
from the common pain that comes with love

He looked at it
like a woman he is waking up from inside her thighs
with satisfaction and sighs.
 

I AM A BUTTERFLY

I am a butterfly.
The coloured wings,
The vanity of my life
when paralyzed by the sting of a spider with a diabolic face

The spider that looms in the dark
but wears white in the light
the true king of comouflage
-all tells it.

They say I was a catterpillar.
Before that, a defenseless being
metamorphosing in cocoon of years.  
as if it would make my fears
of becoming anything else
or not becoming anything at all
and facing the fate of being a butterfly
-stay hidden.



The Only Known Medicine


In the ocean of life
nothing sinks the heart
like a new found loss, - afloat
on top of the deep waters of life

The heart longs to burst open
to empty into the cosmo all that it can not soften
thorns, blades, knives and needles thick an' thin
of life that prick and cut it from within
As  it bleeds only to respond
to the only medicine known -

Time.


Friday, April 27, 2012

SHE’S BUSY



As her lower lips swallowed him
To give him pleasure
She felt like puking
because gilt choked her
The moon is full
whence did the romance associated with the act go?
or dignity it deserves?
Her mind lies there still –thinking
As her hips like the wheels of a train
moves in a quick routine gyrations
to end her continual misery
that sees her with a few coins
She is busy living her life.

Monday, April 23, 2012

My love


The grief of your absence
Takes away
The beauty in a rose,
The glamour in a sunrise
The romance in a moonshine
Its mystic silence and dilemma
Causes tension in the air
Tension so thick
No bird can fly through
Nor a sharp razor cut through.

Friday, April 13, 2012

COME WONDER WITH ME

Come wonder with me
What goes on in His mind when;
he forcefully takes pleasure between
her tender toddler –senile thighs
and wants her other and another innocent sister,
She puts on the counter her body for trade,
she presents her unseen baby for death
he takes money as a wild gesture to butcher her.
he misleads his congregation, Amen.
he let lie with him his fellow men.
he demands pay for what’s rightfully free,
he conveniences for damages and time with money
With generous sharp blade do cut an exit for life
he in ice-cold-blood life do squeeze, -the trigger
or set fire and watch as his life evaporate
Come, Come wonder with me

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

AS THE SAD SUN WENT WEST TO HIS LUCKY LOVER


As the sad sun went west to his lucky lover
She sought also to be with me
With her coffee cherry lips
And her boiled yams arms
held me tight through the night
Against her bare berry black silk smooth skin
And gave me sweet white wine till dawn
Without letting go or think things through
Until the satisfied and smiling sun came East from lucky lover
To shine and show
What a goodtime he had last night