Poems

Our current modern disposition rests as in all humanity,

The message of brotherliness within died minutes ago.

Choked and strangled by the serpent which at our dawn

began to coil around our tree of being.

We made noise, but it wasn’t strong enough…

Now, we raise our voices again,

After decades of accepting subjugation,

After swimming in tandem with the serpent’s idea.

Our protests recede back into time’

And reveal in black and white, our Pharisaic essence.

It uncovers a debate between serpents

Each accusing the other of deceit.

They are sounds of encouragement,

Voices of cheering on each other,

To this road of freedom we have taken on lately-free from conscience.

No difference.

We are alike, we are brothers…

Our children,

Our youths

Mothers and fathers-our parents

March possessed towards the alluring sea

The sea which promises and boasts of all that could be invented.

We believe.

That every disabled

(More so, mentally)

Are fit for stagnation.

Yes, not one.

Even our learned- empathise with my situation to be counselled.

Am surely phobic

Yet they force me to show them my all-I refused

But they tore me down anaesthetically,

And rob me of my ego. My manhood!

I have no love; (pause)

We have no love, (pause)

I feel no love. (Pause)

Nobody loves me. (Pause)

Nobody (pause)

No, (slight pause) not one.

17 November 2006

Hold a piece of paper of a considerable size,

Light a fire and burn it,

Oxygen thus aids the fire

But a blowing wind,

However, full of oxygen…blowing strongly,

the fire is extinguished.

So does love!

Too much love, dies out tragically.

23 May 2006

I cry for myself,

and for my deceased mother too.

The distant hills proved invincible

Since I took over on the TRI-day.

The hopes I had nurtured

successfully under the cautious abode of my soul

were torched

at the place of opportunities I trusted.

In the future that beacons nigh,

my voyage takes me to the place of the parched plains.

Yes!

The place of the plains where my dreams fondly casts

To abode near the hugging hills and less privileged rivers.

Where on a stone – and in the distance all around

My heart is pleased with the loneliness

of the dotted and invincible plains

Oh!

I shall return to find rest and re-launch

3rd January 2007

My writings,

My studies,

The love for study and knowledge,

I have carried it throughout since I was very young,

When thoughts come,

When new ideas hit my head,

It is usually very cool,

I want nothing more,

Only to be cuddled by words, writings and knowledge,

It is like having an orgasm with the angels.

15th August 2015

From the depths of the deprived soul

God will always choose a star,

A star that will unrelentingly to the end fight,

And finally quash the evil,

…seemingly mighty,

…manoeuvres of the depraved ruler.

2nd March 2007

Out of drunkenness and carousing into church and worship,

My soul flipped through much worries and cares seeking solace.

Then finding peace only at the thought of the church.

I sit silent, sulken and sullen,

Fighting the thoughts of yester night and day

I cheat myself always already knowing;

This is the best way to beat guilt.

The church chorister; song 22, 41.

(I incorporated)

‘Pass me not’

Then Holy Spirit, faithful guide’

I search my soul and find comfort in those words.

Then I imagine;

Due to trouble am on my way home

In my bed I sleep, very ill.

I decline medication and declare to my people;

‘Leave me alone, my chance to have what I’ve been wishing is here.

Let me die’

A few hours later,

Both silence and happiness abound.

A middle height boy, wearing a T-shirt and a faded-brown jean is being carried out;

Dead.

Then I’m in the church contemplating.

So I write these things.

23rd November, 2006

My goddess in this time-

And so all the time.

A wonderful disposition that only in civility oscillates,

My only abode between civilization and country,

And the owner of the realm where my dream fondly casts.

There was a mirror by my soul (in days now past),

That uttered only, the chauvinist memoirs

detaining my soul to the dawn and dusk of its lonely land.

A land that scuffles and shoves to sadness,

a decree of the deity that; a man so shall leave home and link with a woman to become one.

My beloved,

My sun numerously refused to descend.

Outstanding was the love and hope by a woman like you,

That encouraged my feeble spirit on by belief, To the fringes of immortality.

Am long away from you and lonely,

However, thoughts and beliefs link us more

It’s your gorgeous smile, the dimpled cheek and the lingering kisses

That so attaches me to you like none’s.

My goddess in this time and all- I hope that we shall be…

10th March, 2014

Walking away wide awake,

I trespass and stumble upon a cloud;

Tranquil and lonely.

In the middle of my emptiness I search for an answer deep within

And sense brotherhood

Both of us; cloud and me

Share an abode and destiny.

High up in the blue sky

Travelling alone convinced

Yet me down here on earth

Walking home alone on an empty path

Forgotten and forsaken.

Is it not these condition God?

That pulls me away from commons (life)

To an haven high above imagination

Is it not these?

That always extracts me from love.

Is it not these?

That welcomes me to cowardice and thoughts of suicide.

Lord,

May your hour of grace abound on empty souls.

And please be merciful on longing hearts.

For all that is left is an empty shell,

Flirting with thoughts of hell.

Torment me not.

23rd November, 2006