I Lost

Darkness cloak me like a perfect glove

In secret only can I allow this burning love

To consume me in morbid fantasies

I stare and long, sadly I cannot express

This yearning tale in my heart

Few feet away we stand but ten thousand miles hearts apart

When You Are Not Here

You got me waiting up all night

Hoping you would come in through that door

I want you here by my side, only then can I feel right

My heart is as tangled as the bedclothes on the floor

My body is hot like I got a fever

My eyes are sore from crying a river

Oblivion

Burn, burn, I am burning
Quick! Douse me with fire
Pin prick sensation crawls over my charred skin
Claps of thunderous pain seeking to be released from my brain

Fear Perfect

I can't be them

They can't be me

We can't be us

We can't be free.

The laws we make

The rules we laid

Cries in the Dark

Beautiful flowers blossom during spring
The birds with their sonorous voices sing
But my heart fills with hate
When I think of my dreadful state
Heavens Heavens let down thy rain
Death I patiently await thy train
The new baby’s cry fills the morning air
Funeral songs curl around my hair
Where is thy fury and wrath
None left for me to dine with or trust
Take me home on a wingless flight
I lay down my struggles and put up no fight
Do you hear my cry in the dark?
As i leave the rest of the pack
Plunging down into an abyss of desolation
As I fall with no hope of salvation



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The Ones I Never Got to Know

Little cousin of mine

It’s been a while you left

Nonetheless not forgotten with the passage of time

Too young for that place of rest

But they always say God knows best

This burden of sorrow lies heavy on my chest

She is Not a Trophy

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She's not a trophy
Not similar to a metal
Of whatever kind of precious stone
Be it gold, sapphire, diamond
She's not a trophy.

Valentine Special: A Letter to You My Crush

I'm looking for her.
Is that her in the BRT -line?
With the bangles and high heels
Used to trek to gate now she take cabs
I don't want her 'cause she may post me
But I heard she just broke up
Her old guy, dulled up He drank too many seven-up
What type of drink you want girl?
I'm VODKA  forever

Valentine Special: Wuraola

Image Credit: Kerry Park

Wura from the black soil - a winsome fairness

Unspeckled skin – sacred to the spectacles

Rays recollected in a feminine silhouette

All eyes can’t but slumber in the stupor of admiration

Oh! Are the orbs of your oval face moulded from the soil of the sun?

Let your lamp of love lighten the labyrinth of my heart

Accept prithee my poetic platonic proposal...

The Sun and My Smile

After all the rain, the sun
Shines on hill and grassy mead
After all the weep, my smile 
Flexing the muscles of both ends 
Colonizing my entire face.

All Shades of Blue

I am all shades of blue and 
I ain’t even cold
Watching this heart wrenching events unfold
Tell me why I am so emotional
Losing hope and all my sense of control 
All I can feel is how it burns

A Secret Passion

I stood at the back of the hall
She saw me not
The clock ticked rapidly towards my fall
She moved further into his embrace – all is lost
The forgotten lover’s cry none heard
The lot of them knew not of my grief – dead
The priest’s pronouncement my final judgment
Husband and wife as they were meant

Black

Black

Colour of the night

Mysterious like a river in the dark

Enveloping everything right

Black is charred earth’s legacy

man’s cradle – civilization’s abode at infancy

Weep Not Mama

Oh my dear Mama

Weep not again for our daily food

The Lord shall provide us manna

My heart sorrows when you so brood

I beg of thee please dry your tears

Your burdens will I gladly bear

Weep not Mama

Poem: Countdown to Tragedy

I want to lay blame
But this is my shame
There is no other way
It is I who must pay
I try to run, I don’t get far
All I can hear is my own cry
The tears change nothing
And I know I saw it coming
Tragedy beckons
Voices echo
Where I belong is the cold floor
The exit beckons, through that dark door
When I am gone, do not sorrow
We will meet on the morrow

P.S: this poem is about an intending evil that is to come and the poet persona cannot do anything to change its course but rather has come to accept fate as he patiently awaits the coming doom.

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Dancing With Death

Rickety rickety the lorry speeds along
To keep up with the flashy cars, it must belong
The roads bumps and holes juggles us all
A warning of the danger ahead, an inevitable fall

A cry rents the air, not a baby’s wail
A mournful cry for its mother so frail
Too much blood she lost, hers a sad death
We got a baby but the mother’s life paid the debt

Solace we found in the world of drugs
It envelopes us in its cocoon, an impenetrable fog
Slowly but surely it becomes an addiction
Disaster’s son, death is heading your direction

Numerous women’s secret places have brought you pleasure
You carry a sword with no sheath, yet you explore
Your life hangs by a thread
Your way of making death a friend

We dance to death’s song
Except we realize our wrong
Man’s recklessness makes me fret
Let’s stop our dance with death

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Sonnet: I Made A Friend Today

I made a friend today
Sweet, kind and soft like my mummy
We drank of rum a drum but a glass of whiskey
A picture of perfection; my very own genie
She smelt of roses and a scent of lavender

Someday

SOMEDAY

Someday I would be strong without you
Someday I would be able to live without you
My dignity is becoming undone
My pride long foregone
Someday

My Suicidal Grief

I closed in on them swiftly
Just as the pall bearers dropped the casket
I watched in silence as their tears dropped softly
Tears of futility, hopeless like water filling a basket

The Day I Died

I remember the day I died clearly like it was just yesterday although it happened many years ago. It was on a sunny day in the month of October, I was on my way back from school; a young secondary school boy with a bright future ahead of him when the enveloping mist of death darkened it, shutting out the sun in my world and leaving me with nothing but a cold comforting darkness and silence.