The reason for the wrinkle on thy face. In a prison within, like inn, but never in; when emotions are close to heart like sin. Words age not, but fear consoles with hurt; wars fought with time, time endures victorious; with all the time in the word to spare, but ideas are murdered fair by … Continue reading Locks
Delicate these words are For one day we shall all die. Think twice before you dive For all is one; love, laughter and cries. The ocean secretes virtue, It harbours secrets; But, it never interprets nor judges. For you must let go to grow To incarnate your emotion like an ocean.
My heart sank It sunk deep into the abyss. So deep into the sea, no glimmer of light can enlighten the path to hope My heart sank, it sang rhythms of love trapped in the past. Love of one. The one whom he forever loves.
I see the moon but it sees me not. I fell dead in love, then you rose me with the warmth of your kiss. From the eyes I shut; my fate I dream, like a kite in the wind. I dream of love overthrowing the moon in the still of night. As though with wealth I … Continue reading Love is King
Embedded I am to a bed of thoughts, anchored to this ocean floor Asking why, why is love a game of five hearts and a ace A joker, a king and a queen?
What is it beyond the fence that taunts my gaze and set rage ablaze… Shall I pace and divulge my rage a-free to set this matrimony into abyss Or erase my thoughts, my fears, my hate, my rage and insanity and fill this empty vessel with love from behind the fence.
My feet strong but still why do I sink in this ocean of love
I’m crying love; My tongue is writing you letters; Letters of love, blind to the emotions within.
When the sky is dark; and the wind is swift; and all that is bliss; and the moon and star shone, glowing, wearing ornaments of glory; why then shall you not comprehend that black is majestic
Arctic winter blister my roots; I can no longer walk my lineage with my foot Mountain sees the truth and quiver like youth Mute I stay, as words desert me to a land rich of fruit but lacking in truth
Oh History! Oh history; how you have deceived! I removed the wig of history and discovered lies on the scalps of curators I walk crippling into the core of history where all lay dead except my black skin, so how can they say I’m sin My skin is perfection so they afflict mentally and emasculate … Continue reading Oh History
Silence! Under the blue moon I lock up words in jars That I walk as void
Teardrop germinates love from a deserted heart I can’t cry, but I cry my words in speech Mend my heart with stitch Replace my teeth with thorns that bleed Eyes won’t bleed but I made my words cry.
Never seen is the faceless truth of law in the court of flaws devoured by vultures Truth play dead in the library of corpses You can’t touch the truth, its a phantom Inquietude, truth burns lie, ashes light in weight, it has no measure on the scale of judiciary I study the pursuit of anatomy of iniquity … Continue reading Iniquity
What did I do to make you fall so far from me Like the opposite of apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree When beneath us, is a single tree of love, and we are its fruits – love.
He poured her a glass joy, on a platter of sorrow
She subdued to time and felt the doom Her mastery of life no longer hers, its encased in a tomb
I am I am the remnant of time in a boundless space I am time with no end, for I age not, though my fabric worn
Find me amongst the discarded hearts, when your heart weeps for warmth
I prostrate my emotions within; to see, and receive the sun at dawn
We reach the gates of future, wearing our sleeves of past Destiny embraces, testimony rolls off tongue it divides dream from reality I step into unknown; the known vanishes leaving room for the unknown to occupy The unseen foe watches Future blind to the oculist Plans untold distort controlled by rattled state of … Continue reading Fifteen
I am all that you see; I am all. I am all, My teeth is white My skin is black; I am all. I am all, My heart is yours My name is my origin; I am all. I am all, As I fall in love with you; I am all.
The moon angers of your beauty shrouding itself in drapes of darkness The sea laments its cry for attention but naught was given They say love is in the eye of the beholder, so I told her you don’t need no mascara for me to comprehend why the sun rises from your gaze … Continue reading Insecurity
When fire dwindles low within who will help rekindle its glow My thoughts wander carelessly in controversy of heresy in percept I accept, for I have no legs the shadow consumed it My thoughts unkempt, that I should discard with no regard for regrets So I did.
Why! Why am I breaking loose to condense. Should I accept; to digest to be free? A white cloth weeps for blood. Yet many doves rise from ashes.
‘Idea is need, thought is provoking it splits my mind open’
In the other world waiting for us; I will be waiting for you So look for me within the stars, beneath the sky where we first kissed.
Hate heightens and condenses as dew blood Crimson deeds fuelled by faith Season by season, my thoughts locked in prison They kissed the world with ill fate and expect an offspring of peace Peace paralysed from vision of the blind Cease my heart against seizure of the night where lies three-headed beast ready to consume you in his feast
I reach for the night Queen; the moon, where it roots unmoved as I spy the sun the King of day I plunge deep where fluids intersect not; where Kings and Queens swim in timeless cosmo.
In time where joy brew at the core of love; Gentle wind reassures Coral reefs swirl unsettled by waves of emotions Injustice words, alone, cold; expensive mind like the gem of a solid stone
Let it be that we sentence our soul against the energy thieves of the night For as long as I touch thee, my lungs will forever breathe
Let the night enshroud us as the day beckons Take my word and infuse with desire of your heart till morning comes
Poetry and love like the rustling of wind with an inconsistent heartbeat tempi To the weave and imperfection of my mistress, dark and twisted like root Imperfection of her perfection; a wagon of jargon is hers Her lips bloody in hue Her voice orchestrated in-tune to the symphony of a phantom … Continue reading Mistress
I’m walking on stars the moon is my footstool I gaze beyond the horzion The black eagle soar higher than imagined.
I embalm her soul with solemn words so she never dies in my mind
My character is poetic at heart So the things I say do not take to heart Let’s just fall in the serenity of the moment without a moment’s thought
I was a passion fruit until taken against my will, and scattered like common corn with no cob in a foreign soil to toil I am one, with every creak and turn of the slave ship. I no longer fear them; I have grown accustomed.
For such bondage my eyes dim to hope From suffering my pupil dilate to cope My skin, my heart my body no longer mine to savour.
To my unborn child, forgive me of the sins of my youth; for my emotions transgressed beyond the ink to which I write to thee. You deserve to live. Everyday my heart beat for thee, my love for thee be limitless like the lines of thy palm. Wrinkles on my hand, your hands in mine, a … Continue reading Letter to Unborn Child
I lay open, naked to the elements I lay open, under the full moon I lay open, staying frozen no emotions I remain naked demoted to a beast no sanity.
Kiss of life you gave, I refuse to take Love season, the angels by her side The sky is blue its full of love Her beauty flew the seven seas How many times I took your breath ashore She loves no more, it grows dark every season
We danced through the night Roses of lies on a bed of erotica My lips on you Top to bottom I’m kissing between your thighs My hips tight on yours I’m yours tonight We fused in time tick-tock of the clock no longer counts To the night we ceased We ceased the moon We … Continue reading Nauch
A kiss to open the gates of eternal bliss I touched your soul, I conquered your fantasy
I’m opening I’m coming I’m breaking I’m broke open, broken open does not mean I’m broken. I open, I’m hoping my mind broken; I open, for opening needs breaking; my thoughts broken, my words golden My spirit open.
Say you; Pray let thine eye see What thou ears cannot phantom.
A virgin mind unconscious to the adulterous tongue The eyes lured by the elusive awe Bash! Gash! Dang! All sounds to the ear; the ear of the blind.
Though light bright; but on black canvases, naught is given.