the pain in words

the pain in words
the piercin past and its swords
the pain with fangs
fangs,bitin my pen and its gangs
gangs,sired by inks on the pads,
it burns.
n sorrow its wat it turns
numbin my brain,
stale memories,long ago those those brains were slained
cut of umbilical cord
aint cut of maternal bond
wen i was lil boy
i neva played wit toys
coz daddy neva bought me one wat was wrong
im a dumb kid wit a pen,gotta stay strong
n thats y i gona milk this cow
coz poetry showed me the best way how
..
..
the pain in words
those painin words
wants,those i despise engagin in monologue of ma thots
caught,damn i cant connect my life's puzzle dots
fought, wen i had energy now cant fathom this weakness source
neva bin in a real rship,but im in luv wit a gal
she doesnt love me back,thats y ma soul doesnt walks so tall
amazingly,a part of me want to be hated
but my emotions cant admit it
glowin up neva had deep friends
wer neva clickd,coz i disliked their thinkin trend
i stayed alone
neva had a lil siz thtas y my life neva shone
only few can unstd my sentiments
stood to live by em,cant escape my souls torments
fuckdestiny
i wld love to live my fate 4 infinity!!!
.....

caricature of thoughts

 daisies
lilacs
labyrinth
ink and feather
scrolls,ancient minds
the smell of rain
like smell of blood
blood and sand
a black gladiator
god of arena?
red face,the creator's soil
or mud from mars?
earth and fire and wind and water
the mystic elements fighting for my soul
weird thoughts
weird words,weird words?
that was couz,my mentor!!!
gritted teeth
cold or pain?
snowball in hell
mind relapse
sudanese pyramids
nubians brains
shashamane
the home to descendants of slaves
crosses hanging upside down
no religion in heaven
peace,not justice?
filling jars of clays with wordplays
filling jars of clays with...water??!
the taste of wine
papyrus wrapped
another moses being born
caricature of thoughts
im snowball and im gone!!!

my little niece

im holdin my lil niece
feelin the innocence in her
untamed
timid
her lil soul at peace
coz she doesnt know the difference
of yesterday and today,
and tomorrow.
her body so serene,
as she smiles at her infant world
not knowin the evil thats
her mature world awaits her
i hope she can be young forever
so that she cant see
all these barbaric depth which
human race descend to..
men like us,with a killer instinct,
society and its lies,
world,so hungry,waiting for her
why does she have to face all
these afflictions????
and she doesnt know even where,how,why
the older generation fucked up!
she is now a statistic
just another human being,
who will be treated like other human beings
i wish the world could see her,
eyes closed as she sleep on my lap,
that peace,
the epitome of good life which we alwys
yearn for!!!

blisses

 thats him in the tranquility  of the night
enclipsed by his disturbed soul
he knows tym is of his essence...
but he had sworn neva..but wen
he remembers bout the life they extract,
urges of succumbin to his heart needs
becomes intense
..
...
in the dark of the night
she stares at the  blackness out of spite
cz its the only way she could think
n feel alright
he had told her''its like being on a cliiff  early morning,
n watch the sun rise at  the far horizon''
she can only turn and hug her pillow
the only witness to her emotional torture
..
..
he thinks they look surreal
he saw behold them
that idylic peace,lilacs,blossomin of jasmines..
..FUTURE
so exquisite...APHRODITE EYES??
POETRY SERENITY IN THE APHRODITE'S EYES
...
...
she sighs,
she uses her real eyes,
to realise the real lies
n this..this is nuttin but truth..
..the boy is in love wit her
n mayb,just a mayb..
she will eventually feel the same way too..
..
..
and she sleeps in a fantastic peace
as he blows to the darkness, a gudnyt kiss
n she smiles in her sleep
cz she knows it was meant for her
he dreams... a beautifull dream
n feng shui swips away the ugly emotions..
...replacin em with sheer ones..
..its all blissfull!!

viral scribes

prolific viral scribes marred with crescents
labyrinths of darkness being illuminated,
by the pen oozing blood
scripts of hate epithets being scrawled on
skulls of ancient intellectual brains
discreet mumbles,
poets of darkness conversing cryptic words
sending innocent souls to sanitarium
the evil asylum
the nipples of shewolf erect as golden
milk drips to the waiting mouths of kindreds of
romulus and remus
writing on the walls
preaching gnopstic gospels to the atheists
with an instinct so satanic
..
an infant cry's
reincarcerated foetus of an emanciated
black woman
what's real,tir na n'og or valhalla
celtic or scandinivian
masonic and religions...both lies
to send souls to captivity
shackles of philopoetry get entangled
with skeletons of our black ancestors..
and that's why through this art,
our neighbours of pangean time cant defeat us
..
wind from cemetery carrying sneers of dead,
blows to ears of so called righteous
dumb  kids with pens
writing about numb brains of men
with ugly grins enough to stop the big ben
and saying goodbye to now and time
..
songs and praises like nubians,black jews and kushmen
welcoming perseus to shashamane
rosary cruxifixes,tasbih beads and david's stars
hanging on skeleton necks of dead men
wearing distinctive black mantles,
with crosses hanging upside down,
carrying inks and feathers,
and tattered ancient scrolls..
coming to liberate your minds with words
of wisdom using para-linguistic in their voices
to disagree with what evil men fed you!!!!!!

a lost child's creed

cold hearted and young
using ink as a tongue
im a dumb kid with a pen
feasting on intellectual brains of men
sipping tears of sun
taking slugs from evil sons of guns
my memory lane,
is full of potholes of pain
my childhood was strained
coz my heart was dry and never knew rain
but each second was full of ecstatic thrill
i was quick to bleed my pen before present got killed
with every clock chime,
i laid a rhyme
to commemorate the passing time
i was a soul of mischief
and my alter ego was dying with grief


now look at me,
crying foul to the scudding dark clouds for
sun rays that i cant see
im a disgrace to the society
though im reciting Parables of Franz Kafka and
scrolls of the Dead Sea
its a shame the knowledge cant help me


now i wait  for the evening of my life
when the curtains will close and goodbye the
emotional strife
but until then,this pen,i hold it tight
squeezing from it every syllable to sire
mass weapons for this fight
im ruling over my verbal scripture
scrawling scripts on dead skins,writing
about my future
to poetry im a lustful seed
its bittersweet,in their monologue of thoughts
they say im the cursed breed
when my moods swing,i make my pen to bleed
a lost child's creed!!!

her misery

with my pen,
i rape her full f my words
finally able to break the dried scum
of secretions,
that had glued hr lips together
darkness!
then the pain and the haze
buried by an uneasy compromise
she supposed it to be a relief
and the pain itself begins not to recede,
but to erode

as i push more and more
that dark-gray cloud in her eyes,
begin to dissipate faster and faster
she sees my grinning gaped mouth,
and my from death to life eagerness
and she understand...
she is in a hell of a jam

that prescient part of her mind sees me
long before i knew i was seeing her
while im on top of her,
she sees me like im a graven image
worshiped by the superstitious African tribes..
..stones
..and doom!

her body is big but generous
no welcoming orifices or even open spaces,
areas of hiatus
most of all,
she gives me a disturbing sense of solidity
as if she has no blood vessels
or internal organs
she looks both ludicrous and queerly apt


and i wake up...a dream,
a nightmare?? and then it dawns to me..
...''that what happens when you try to write
a poem and your heart is not yet ready!''
...HER MISERY!!!!!