To rebel is to die
though what I seek is life
Finding truth in lost books
Picking lost gems in past sins
capturing future memories through writing
To rebel is to die
though what I seek is life
Finding truth in lost books
Picking lost gems in past sins
The words painted read betrayal
Living is the price we pay to die
Sin rubbed against the walls of the jungle
Signs our fathers left
Don’t you see the buildings falling?
Phasing into green leaves
As the sun pours the fire on earth
Shadows roam these streets
Forgetting the blood smeared on our houses
They search for the coward
who left behind hatred
The phase of our lives
Stages set in a point of solace
Cries made from water
Drank only after the party ends
I woke up a crusader
Never a choice
Still I find the truth
In this blackened black oil
Without a blood stained blade
I find my way
Divinity combined in me
I wear my crown
A king birthed to death
I wear my crown
A beast birthed, jungle deep
Preacher, preacher
I hear your words
Though I see the gold you wear
Shinning brighter than the cross behind
Blasphemy
Word!
They saying the world’s a square
Remember!
Still I predict
I die a God’s son
Reincarnated into heaven’s bosom
Watch this space
I seek to unlock
Greatness without greed
Ring the bells
I want none of that false doctrine
Pressed together to form slavery
Ring the bells
I talked to God
Sinner I remain
Fully aware I must persevere in this devil’s den
Check out these lines
Criss crossed
Spider webs intersecting
Bloodless, just cuts
Wide palmed, full of scars
Memories sketched on these fingerprints
Slap twice and a picture appears
My life so far in motion reels when the wrists gets involved
Nights like this
Neon light dimmed right
Gets me thinkin of you
Yeah you dressed in sun flower
Yeah i remember us
That night you danced on me
Yeah i remember your body
The way your hips moved, swayed
Spoke to me without even moving your lips
I know, i know
I never called you
Never reached you
Never drove to you
Yeah that, but i keep missing you
We were lovers that never kissed
Yeah my loss, you said
My loss but i cant stop hoping
Believing I’ll get you back
Yeah i see the new guy
Yeah but tell me who holds your heart?
Who mine?
Who saw you beyond that smile
The way i wrote my heart down for you
Yeah nights like this
Always hit me hard
Yeah no other but you
Got me writing to you
And, i hope you see this
So, you know a piece of me i never showed
Who am I?
Looking at the mirror
I have no clue
Though I know me
Me as in, myself
But when I look
I see blank
Where is happiness?
I mean the pursuit of it
I am trying
Trying to find me
Though all is blank
Blank with no face
At night
Words come out easier
Hence, let me paint a moment
A sunny afternoon, it was
Stomach rumbling
Hunger, probably
No, definitely
Fast food or local grub?
Some ribs for the soul
Not vegan?
Personally, mentally
not there yet
Sitting there outside, beneath the shade
Munching like I’d smoked some green
Maybe?
Who knows?
Only I, of course
Reeling forward
Bite after bite, cave man style
Mango juice drinking, getting full
Spring season, sprinting by
There, caught in that second,
I see her, sight her
Her scent?
Too far, she was
Her, waiting for the 67 bus
Standing there, someone I must now
Her skin furnace shining,
Her beauty diamond demanding
Goddess, she is
Go talk to her?
What?
Me?
Yes!
We, my mind replies
Two minutes of gathering courage
Cleaned my act, face wiped away cowardice
Standing up, her view in front
Gradually, I pick up pace
The closer I approach
The further back my words run away
Up close now,
Lavender, subtle scent
Natural spring, somewhere in Addis Ababa
Shea butter, her scent I mean
She turns, my heart stops
Her eyes piercing mine, curious
Words
Words, where at thou?
Staring, she keeps
You hungry? I manage
What? She stares puzzled
Jesu Christi!
Yeah lunch, you hungry? I persevere
For a second,
her face brightens
Will you go away afterwards? She asks
Yes, I will definitely go away into space after a moment with you
More sunshine, her glow brightening………
Yeah at night
These simple moments come to mind faster
Although morning comes by rising, bird whistling
Another night,
Continuation maybe?
In five years,
Sipping kunu, no processed drinks
Just sunshine, close to the beach
Possibly Cape Town?
Uganda or maybe suburban Lekki?
In five years,
Sitting, newspaper flipping
Tilapia on burner,
sizzling,
getting flipped
Beautiful music played on vinyl
King Sunny Ade, high life soaking
In five years,
I picture myself blessed with love
Away from the towers and rusts
Back home in huts and on red soils
Savannah nights experienced daily,
Freely, and
brightly
Did you enjoy your time there?
Every moment spent wallowing
Fighting without a thread of control
Trying to find any shed of light
Even when you looked within
Nothing there
Ghost!
All that self-mastery left empty
Only finding out the hole had more space
Realizing at that dreadful time
Prayer was all your broken soul ever needed
Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains
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