Poems

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In a hurry

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I look suicidal,

Standing beside a train track this gloomy morning,

Small rain showers my body

An abomination to my clear view.

This woman, this lady,

Peeks at me, wondering;

Why is this smartly dressed guy this early to the station?

I look back at her, hard and stern.

Get your eyes off me!, my heart says

“It’s none of your business”,

Then, my gaze goes back to the train tracks,

Perhaps, suicide is a good thought,

To jump and be pulped by the massive rumbling iron car.

I take out my headphones and listen to music,

“Perhaps it’ll better with music”,

But why?

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in the end

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In the end,
We die.

Helpless like moths towards light
We trudge forward.
To capture death,

The trophy that is sure

October, 2018

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Nobody Prays For Death

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Prayer as an act of submission,
But most times they go unanswered
Doesn’t matter your position in society

T’is argued
The answers remains to be
Yes, No, wait…

But one thing,
That there’s no prayer for.
A day will come, and it’s a must you go

Doesn’t matter who you are.
The answer will be a Yes.
For Death, nobody Prays for.

2006

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Virgin Girl

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Torment me not with the promise of sex,

Deny me not your chaste kisses,

Your unexplored goldfield is my dreamland.

Suck your continent breasts for me

Brains and beauty are your abundance

Your gates are locked not by iron

But a priority of your mind

The only strongest locks that ever can be.

I beg you,

Open your thoughts…your gate

Only for me, the lonely one

I promise satisfaction with tender-touch formation,

Allow my pestle into your bowl

I will not make you growl

Obviously it is a war…

Blood must be shed.

19th March 2005

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In My Utopia

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In my utopia,

Children come,

they come from heaven.

just like raindrops,

they fall into the earth and seep into that human form,

manufactured.

and stay out of the murky pathway.

When heaven is full and pregnant,

it drops water.

when the maker is full of requests,

he releases souls.

Soul,

that constant thing that lives on…

in a forced marriage to the spirit.

That thing that has been over ad over,

repeating lessons.

Lessons of attaining the god status.

It is cold outside,

So you are firmly gripped by that tiny hole of a warmth

catch momentarily death, while pipeline releases.

A human form begins to take shape,

It will be nine moons before god answers your request.

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Poems to deliver

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I sit alone scribbling,

My words of love flowing through paper to you,

The dilemma,

You are about to fly away from me

Yet I have not set eye on you today,

My soul is unsettled.

For these words must accomplish;

their task.

 

Their mission is to preach love,

To a precious yet forsaken soul like yours.

No,

To an unbelieving heart like yours.

 

I craze for having these orators in my hands

Undelivered.

 

2006

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Walk with me…

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It’s night again.

 

The distant hills along the horizon, a place of rest, have faded.

The blue vault of heaven has disappeared

A bright twinkling star at the edge of heaven – is my only guide

My sole companion

 

Yet tonight, with clenched fists

I still walk, believing that

Midnight shall pass, and also the darkest hour, I will be redeemed

The morning will be bright and I will praise,

Never again to be caught in a vicious scheme

 

17th August, 2009

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Black & Rich

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The world is not ending,

It’s me who might –

But before –

I must write the foolish words of human

longing upon the face of the moon.

When still not –

I will curve words of wisdom on the

barren surface of the sun.

While time tarries past –

My ink will have scarred the pale

blue reflections of the sky with writings.

Then the world will obliterate.

2010

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The Apology

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The apology
Felt inadequate
But that’s
All he had

Words of
Honest remorse
Said directly
And plainly

In a sad
Halting voice
Of despair
And love

They hung
In the air
Followed by
Silence

As he prayed
For their
Magic
To work

By Evans O, (Twitter: Ker @EvansO_)

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For FIFI

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The song in my heart for you never stops

It rings in my head and repeats in my soul

Never have I been so much in love.

 

Sooner that later,

I see, in the dreary mirror in my soul,

The song will change, but the chorus.

It’ll remain.

 

Beauty!

 

In the future,

We shall be together,

So that I can feel your warmth.

Our inner feelings to take shape in reality.

 

Time has passed,

You didn’t find a way back,

The world didn’t accommodate us,

We shall find a place in paradise

 

May 2005

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