As a jobless young man,
I trudge along each day
knowing that, a man who kills himself is a waste,
there are other things that a man can do when they reach the end of their wits;
Things like doing what they feared most & death at this point is not what they feared most,
life is
22nd May 2020
Let me laugh and also laugh with you,
Make yourself happy and joyful with me.
For the night has dawned on me and my precincts is cold
The light of day has not shown – it’s flown away to a further planet,
The mingle we’ve had is a solemn reminder,
Your voice is loud now and tomorrow you’re silent,
The dreams you have not shattered but frozen.
Where is the origin of words?
They go forth and burst into monsters and sometimes beautiful nonsense
In that serenity high above shown by Hobble,
You surpass that hundredfold for yours is now done,
The race is now for me,
With the baton held tightly in hand.
I run quickly for the exit too,
But more aware than you.
I won’t make the fight easy for them.
20th October 2013
They’ve wounded me again,
They – the ones that speak incessantly deeper behind my back.
They’ve formed a council against me once more,
They that ridicule me till I quit,
They have organized a maze for me again,
The one I’m entangled in and wallow in, near death’s door
They have me again,
Neatly packed in their fishnet trap for ransom
But today I rejoice,
Because they.
They don’t know the power of youth.
Though they flourish in their machinations like of yore,
They’ve forgotten the capability I’ve developed over the times they dethroned me.
I seat near my unsettled throne.
Head aching with the pains of before.
Soon I shall recapture the mesmery again and push towards light,
The light that has recently shone brightly from the base of my brain.
1st April 2014
The sun rises from the east
Adorning my head with a red cap,
In the same way I too, I rise.
To inspire multitudes with faithful words.
The sun brightens gracefully high up
But ironically the city turns gray
Though am still young for naked wisdom
My head once full, has refused to tolerate hair,
The sun now sets
Exchanging my red cup with a golden one.
June 2005
Let no doubt be,
Silence in thought go deep,
Mind slows down to important reflections to keep,
It’s a success not cheap,
When clearly the things of the spirit reveal.
Things around us, everything are circumstances,
We’ve cheated us out of ourselves,
God is nature and naturally God is God,
That enduring goodness and fullness that deeply speaks within,
God is for us who can possibly be against us? None!
Rebellion serves to naught,
Lengthening the way home with pains,
The wisdom of it all is vain.
The wind blows this and that way to nowhere,
Such is the way of the unbeliever.
To the restful soul peace beyond understanding,
Confusion loses meaning,
As chaos reveal orderliness alarming,
Wonderfully all goodness and love opens up for living,
Great to learn God is the almighty
1st May 2013
Let us Talk
Be still and know that I’m God,
Mph
So you say.
Why do you want us to talk at night?
Give me melanin, and let us talk during the day.
This time it’s dark,
Let us talk when the great star is up in the sky.
3rd May 2014.
I have passed through numerous moments of emptiness and vexations,
The mind disturbed beyond here,
Questions asked with answers that lay waste the foundation of beliefs.
I have once reached those moments that the soul and spirit become barren and mum
A point where they can no more answer why I should still strive to be here.
Those moments of utter depravity of any pleasure of here now and in the near future.
30th July 2014
There is this lady that keeps on
Needlessly knocking on my door
It’s not that her knock that annoys me
Rather than her insistent on not
To enter the open door
She says she is afraid of what may
Lack beyond the open door
She says many doors have been open for her
She has always came out her eyes chocked with smoke
She does not know if the fire will run out of firewood
She is afraid that her lungs can no longer smoke the smoke
I do not know if the firewood is enough
For the fire
All I know is that
My endless search for firewood
Will keep the fire burning
Bundo- the poet
Submitted through contact@ekoroi.com
Life throws its entire tempest towards you,
If you get victorious –
The most it would adorn you is a cold heart.
A heart that belongs to the world,
A heart that neither hoards anxiety nor dreads death,
A time for non-existence of another would pass inconsequential.
8th August, 2011
One day we die,
Leaving the space for others to also express themselves
We have sex- a promise of our immortality,
A lie from the gods to help us to still hope,
Time passes,
And also we (pause), experience space
And only these two things seams real.
Every encounter resides at the back of time in our minds,
Beautiful ones often like water fountains
Spring back, and we are dazed.
1st May 2013