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
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
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.
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
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
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
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_)
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
When my life is let lose,
When all knowns is suspended in selfless abandon.
The night sky which is dark lights up.
The scary rigmarole of dwindling fools,
Speaking uninterrupted since the beginning of time,
I surpass this foolishness and capture my light,
Am not alone,
We are many, stretching into eternity, vacuity.
I speak of a man who was but is not,
The defenses of the four winds are weak before me,
AM lose, floating away into nothingness forever.
You, who dwell in your comfort of things seen,
Where shall you stand?
16th May 2010
They live on crumbs and stumps,
We live on butter, bread and bacon.
They live today.
We, others think of tomorrow.
2010