Poetry – Page 14 – SIMPLE WORLD

Simple World: a diary in space

Found my being in space
Eye balls both blown out
Raised hair spiked with electricity
Chakra moving through my thoughts
Black space
A canvass to create another masterpiece
Where’s my lab coat though?

Another moment
In a state of inhabited silence
Particles of my flesh floating
Body organs close to touch
Are those my bones over there by the red looking boulder?
Wait are those space ships?
Sheet! Things are getting more weird
Bright zooming lights,
alien abduction?
I’ll probably get a pros…..?

A spring of thought
Sight of internal influence
Expressed with a clear view
All co-existing in one entity
Planets living with planets
A star with a star
A soul with flesh
See where I’m going?
Galaxies all compresses with life
Some of which: walk, move, eat, produce, create, and of course destroy
All carefully held by their belief of existing
Crazy?
Well, thats my view from up here
Here in this circular motion of black space

Jazz for sure

If there was a theme music for space
Jazz for sure, it will be
Galaxies full of stars
Rhythms wrapped around
orthodox melodies
Exhaling and inhaling
Planetary systems breathing life out
Birth of crystal lights
Electricity combining
with heavenly and waterly bodies
Beautiful death
Though repeating the loop
For the music lives on
through different forms
Just like
Jazz, for sure

stories from past winter

Wished myself to the depths of the den

Looming presence, air shut tight

Meet with the head of the pride

His teeth blaring naked white

Growls formed into words

…

You came after all the said lies

You believed the implanted illusions

Guided with greed, you flew

from the safety of the forest

skin, eyes and soul, all of you, present now

….

Beast revealing, different forms

different man-made lies the world has accepted

all boxed into a hallucinating bottle coated with pure gold

….

I am here

In the belly of the beast

I am here

hear the growls of lost souls

I am here

fervently seeking a way back home

Poe’s Man Dream : to be wealthy in spirit

Somedays, when my pile of storms fills up

I restrain, then convulse and realize that

I want to tear out my skin

plug out my eyes, burn out my tongue

dismantle my weary bones

bury my dripping brain beneath

and just walk out alive

spirit free

Choices without limitations

Free from all the vexation

Free to fly away from classifications

Free to unearth even more deeper lights

Somedays, I wish this skin of mine had me free

free from all these colored lines

Barnawa Crescent

Lowcost houses
Zincs and ceilings
Nepa and light rations
Child dreams and nursery habits
Picking nose and run arounds
Girl chasing, innocence slowly dancing
Yes, a doctor
Yes, an engineer
Yes, when I grow up
All of that I want

Like yesterday, I remember
A tee, shorts and some slippers
Up high in the tree
Mango chewing, juice stains
Eyes wide, round like the world
Always staring, drifting with the savanna
Filling heart with wavy thoughts
Stop! There!! I see her!!!
In front of the sunset
Mama coming back from work
Handbag and goodies, cross checked
Race with full strength,
Up the hill, I go
Welcome, welcome home
Strong arms gracing growing bones
Her scent carrying the Nile’s warmth
Walking back
Feeling proud
A young King with my Iye’s guidance
Yes, I remember that
Supreme Ice cream, and
Suya if her day went well

Back home
Rumbling through Santana bags
Full of fruits and sugary things
Close behind, there he is
Back and forth
Pranks and chuckles
Best friends, both up to no good

Who Knew?
Just innocence draining
Childhood filling: Stories
Yes, I remember
Yes, a doctor
Yes, an engineer
Yes, when we grow up
All of that we want

Growing Apart

Out in the blue
Far into the sea
Against the tide
I feel you close
Your hair with the wind
Flowing to the east
I feel your skin
Where into?
Distance in between

Out with the sea
Your touch feels warm
Sweet like berry
Eyes feather-soft
Looking ahead
I feel you close
Your mind with the calm
Growing with the waves
I feel your heart
Beat by beat
We close the gap

Blurry sight, so
Hurry up and leave behind
the good things
You only worry about
the tags and bags
forgetting
we both will live forever

Stolen Innocence

Child by the stream
Hands on clay calabash
Fetching water for the next day
Plastic slippers soaked
Eyes innocent seeing
Mother calling for presence
Huts all joined
forming strength
A circle,
Fire and warmth
Food and night tales
Hear the owls hoot
Lions roar miles away

A star rotating, the child looks
Beautiful heaven, the child sings
Beautiful life, they all sing
Forgetting the star had moved
In a blink, death appears
Wings and fangs included
Fast approaching
Racing down

Girl, boy, child
Run fast
Girl, boy, child
Run fast

For, a drone beckons
Belly full with hungry demons
Watch as they come
Beeps from hell
Programmed by men
Death stars falling down
Bone souls flying up
A fire in full
Hell has arrived
Burning all in plain sight

Souls by the stream flowing red
All glittering with pain
Showing all
the greed of human beings

Internal Quest

Here, my story begins
One that commences with light
A galaxy full of eternal suns
Floating, burning up
Passion sprinkled all over
A quest that never ends
Destination unknown
So far away,
Thrust into the depths of life
My soul growing strong
Stars beneath my steps
Counting my pace
Forgetting how long it might take
Always a muse nearby, I know
Keep going, I hear
The mother ship draws nearer
I can feel her warmth
Her gaze, ever so welcoming

Flat Line

Eyes jelly juice
Red, only red
Filling up
Through the cracks
Streets merged, leaking
Out the within hate comes
Madness and lies
Dollar cent stores
High ends perfume
Glass, mirrors reflecting
A taste of the unknown
Tricks by tricksters
False alarm
Never awoke
In death,
Flat lined amongst heaps
Weight upon weight
Scattered to form a single voice

Only God Can Judge Me

For my sins
Only one can point a finger
I see my lies
Wrong doings to get myself better
Thoughts leading to self
Only one can put a finger
Am I wrong?
Yes, I am
Poor?
Yes again
Can’t find roof over head
Can’t provide for my people
Still I’m reaching out to sin
Seeking answers in the drink
Finding peace in the smoke

Still only I can live my life
Only one can put the finger
Who?
Oh you know
Only God can Judge me
Only God can Judge me
Only God

You know nothing
Only scratching the surface
when you look in
My life, my rules
My sin, my hell

I hope you understand
Only one can put a finger
Only I
Only God
In me, inner judgment
Self preservation