THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s vagina But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a … Continue reading The Story In My Head (THE MAN SITTING IN YOUR FRONT)
Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept … Continue reading Why Should I?
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago When life was free for every one of us, both young and old When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become … Continue reading Remember Us This Way
Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women, They now have no time for their … Continue reading Blame It On The Money
Sweet architect! I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest I hope you see that I really am trying my best Sweet architect! I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harbor I hope you realize that my heart sobs I … Continue reading Sweet Architect
In his quick gait and stride, I see legs feeble and weary. In his straight back and shoulders raised, I see bent stooping waist helped by a cane. In his sexual energy and libido, I see deadly soft limpness. In her smooth pretty beautiful face, I see rough wrinkles etched deeply on her face, like … Continue reading When Old Age Beckons
(Sounds Of Silence) Would I have had it any better in life? Why would it be me? Why would he hurt me? He is my Father Why would he get closer to me? Why would he unbutton me and tell me not to shout? and why did I not? Why did I not tell Mom? … Continue reading The Story In My Head
Imagine a world for no and everyone Where we all are here to be as one and to save the world Where we have no differences at heart despite the differences at hand and our nations can all relate with one happy and unified mind Imagine a place like home that is not your … Continue reading Imagine
I think of your smiles, Your lovable laughter, your funny frowns, I think of you and my heart aches. I think of moments shared, Pleasant and unpleasant. The drink and food, of music and deep conversations. I think of you and my heart aches. I know! Still your heart beats for the Judas that stabbed … Continue reading Heart Ache
When you see a poet You see life at its best He understands nature better than the first man He sees the soul of all living, and inanimate His language is love and his voice is the ink His friends are his thoughts and a pen between his fingers. When you see a poet You … Continue reading When you see a Poet
Summer Sensuality In vain or in for love We do these things for self To hold and fulfill our sweetest taste Every desire Paste here Never waiting to be eaten alive Patience lacking I guess that what’s giving in means Letting sin take control Controlled beyond senses We let in the unknown of self … Continue reading Summer Sensuality
We’re hungry But we lacking We can’t even dare ask Cos for us all, eating food is really an heinous task Their moving out in their cars While we, in here we are, hiding in our infectious scars I wanna go out of here to there But what about these ones I’ve … Continue reading Mind Of An Hungry Beggar Boy
Somewhere in Niger area… There are stories to tell; half and full, from the things we see temporarily and the things we can’t see ordinarily. Stories that make eagles sing. Dysphoria! We Plateau much. Oh! Our boys play to fight. They hate to love too. Did I tell you they hate growth? Eeew! One of … Continue reading We Plateau Much
WE WERE SILENT Silence drove us from Nile to Mississippi to clean the ugly scars at its bottom. The world wept – Our tongues tasted her tears. Our backs were burnt into the future which a little boy folded in his left palm. Strokes from the sun filled our stomachs, our perspiration sealed our throats’ … Continue reading We Were Silent
Poets are murderers Yes we are. We are teachers of the ultimate truth We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life We teach them love With sweet tongues we forge our words Making them into beautiful sounds for the ears And pleasant sight to the eyes. We feed their hearts with fantasies and pleasant … Continue reading Poets are murderers