Category Archives: Poetry

Running From Love

When the night is clear and the star’s up
Black skies, the wind violent enough
I sometimes call her the devil
Cos whenever I see her from afar
She comes racing arms wide,
shining; teeth grinning
Black braided hair flowing
Her oval face placed on her perfectly curated body
Hips-thighed intimately inviting me for a meal
Her eyes: milk and brown
piercing right through my dusty old soul

And when she somehow catches up
I, sweat pouring down like a donkey working hard for evening hay
Her scent, intimacy propelled
My young heart crashing head on,
barely any beep-able tune heard
She casually leans onto me and boldly whispers
her voice softly dragging me out
“You are mine, dark skinned boy,” her red full lips words out.
“What in heaven’s gates do you mean?” my eyes asks her.
Another grin and she bares all.

So again and again
when the sun’s just ripe
enough to fry egg
My bare feet on modern paths
I take race, back into the incoming sunset
She, I’m sure, amused,
watches that “dark skinned boy with his heart intact, running away from any signs of death”
Or love she might call it.

Diasporan Blues

Another immigrant
washing away leftovers from plates
He might have flown over the seas
or she, across the harsh desert
Over and across, don’t matter
Tall fences blocking aliens away
Long stretched out rivers.

We are all the same,
uniquely shaded for the sun
We of the gun-shaped origins,
eyes all crisp with dimly lit hope
Look into these voided pupils
Past these migrated dreams
Through these walls of memories
where our dead loved ones lay still
There, we of the African beginnings are stricken to forever hymn
an ancestral continental song called
“another day to build and create.”

Authors of our Destiny

The word was written
into those chapters from the Bible
Survival guide inscribed for us
Now we write
All words and emojis
for another time, another people

Don’t Play With the Devil

On the road to sin city
Drenched in full gold
Call the door man
Cos I hear the devil’s coming through
Watch the deck
Up high in this tower of babel
Lost souls, my people cry: lost souls
Burst them stars out
Pour more shots
Vodkar’d out

Red eyes, I see the devil now
Watch them, all them devils
Coming out, watch them

Red eyes, see the demon in the devil
I know, yes I know
He too fears for his own soul

Of a distant love, I was told

Of an old folk tale, I once heard

Back in my days of young

Eyes glued to the storyteller

Ears up, attention undivided

Mind settled properly to soak in folk tale

Of an old ancient city, I was told

A city bathed in pure gold

Streets glittering shiny yellow

City walls all covered by sunflowers

On the balance of clouds,

The city of gold rested

Behind its walls, inside the ancient city

On a certain cloudy summer time

Of a princess born with an infinite beauty, I was told

There above the dreamy summertime

Of her sparkling smile, I heard

Her flowing hair full of sunflowers

Of her eyes reflecting dreams, I was told

Her dress made of summer green

Lips pure with love untasted

Of her heart troubles, a tale was told

Of her love for a man, I think it was

Outside the sunflower covered walls

Below the moon-colored clouds

Of a certain summer, I heard

On the fields of a southern land

Of a man and his horse named Hercules, I was told

And in all things, I was told

Of his undying love for the princess up in the city of the sunflower

Of an old folk tale or so I once heard

New Message

I was conceived from the mind
Birthed into my thoughts
Finding gravity to walk on
Grew up calculating my mistakes
Now, another platform exists
One I must use to survive
These boxes requires a constant gaze
Barely looking up to the stars
Leaves no room for a divided attention
Always peeking at new updates
while on the highway, driving
I pray there’s no traffic on 95 south today
So this eternal torture may be easier to take on soul

Beautiful Vanity

Beautiful lies
Coated with dreamy feels
Smooth as steamy silk
Clouds of emerald green
Burn and smoke
Inhale these vices, for
You will never know
These deceptive desires
Full with false hope
You will never know, I tell you
All these vanity goals
Full with false ambitions
You’ll never know, I must tell you
Until you’re finally caged,
trapped in the devil’s den

Dante’s Plagues

To find love
To feel love
To fight love
To hold love
All deep in the depths of hell
To be judged for love
To sin for love

In hell, I reside
Blinded by the ancient one
Burning souls crying for things
Valueless, such a pity
Unable to heal these gaping wounds

In this state lacking good deeds
Where balance was sorth after
Faith remained immeasurable
This place of contemplating

I am not a good man
Pain, betrayal, acceptance

Cars and More Cars

Mechanical things, I see
This past years has me
breathing all things industrial
Robotic arms, all on ground
Moving by the second, faster
than a big brown stallion
Unnatural with the fast pace
Still I move further
Cutting my way through time
Hoping to disappear
Leaving behind a trace of color
More of a homage from my heart
I mean engine, as the gear changes
Dissipating as the oil reduces
Hoping I don’t leak
Bumping recklessly, loosing suspension
Rubber marks and rubber smell
Always replaced letting in the new tear