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
Category Archives: Poetry
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
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
