Dog tags of lost ones
Laying eternal in this
sand storm called Sahara
Buried tears, heated bones
As the wind blows high
Hear the dead howl back words
Revenge on their tongues
As they walk back on sand
“There is war,” they cry
“There is a war going on”
Category Archives: Poetry
A Conversation with an Apple
I hear it from the radio of now
From the cars on sale
Yes, hurry in, the zombies are coming
That’s what I see when an ad comes knocking at my door
Oh I see you, I say to it
I can clearly hear you, I continue
Come with me, just a little sprinkle, it whispers
Just a little bite, don’t worry debt is only for a second, it says
I know, you’re pretty, I tell it
But the things my pocket’s empty
Yeah dry, so dry it really sucks
So just go return to the darkness, I say
And let me count my losses
One, two, three
There goes the apple: running, when I collect back my stars
Resting State
When I’m gone
I’ll hear the sounds
Leaving earth alone
In my heaven I’ll rest
Away to the music of closed eyes
Vision gone, when I’m gone
A rebirth into my time
Oh when I’m gone
I’ll hear the cars down below
Never wishing to come back down
For my clock has only began
In my soul, I’ll awaken
Fading into my existence
Ring the bells, and tell my tale
Oh when I’m gone,
I’ll leave behind the pain of living
The sweetness of good living
Gone to taste the skies again
Filling the void with an aroma only the stars hold
When I’m gone, I’ll be gone
One and forever with my demise
Walls of the Benin Kingdom
Leave my walls alone
Take back your laws
Inside these walls
We stand: together
Your plans holds no ground here
Stop the tongue smiling,
We see your deceit;
Those eyes piled with bags of debts
Cartoon and Cereal
“I woke up in the sitting room
Embodied in the frame of a child
Mind locked, eyes barely shifting
Looking at the TV with my lunch
Jumping with the looney tune on screen
Going wild, mind going berserk”
“Coyote!! Coyote!! Coyote!!” shouts the farm- boy
“Here comes those eyes that seek death
How many times can one die and not die?
Still this beast, this predator
Has forty lives, like a ghost
He keeps coming back
Running through the streets
With a grenade in hand
Seeking to break the neck of the sneaky one
But every time, the same ending awaited him”
“Running coyote, wilding coyote,
Why do you keep going on?” the farm boy asks
“Come to this place,” the coyote replies
“This place, this rat piece of shit keeps sending me to
Come see the hell that reigns here
Come see the blood of people that smears here
Thirst dripping in the eyes of the lost souls
Their tongues cut, controlled by the fork
Licking the sweat off the succubus
Their young ones recycled, their minds come out ‘loose’
Bottom of the food chain; these people of the jungle
Their teeth blended alongside death
So ask me again why I seek freedom,” says the running coyote
“Ask me again, and I may very well lick your bones dry, dear farm boy”
Conventional Wisdom
Like a plague of killing bees
I run away from
a room full of the same thought
For evil is hard to distinguish when
Hearts all hold the same false light
A Generation Lost Within
I see my youth,
My ways, both singing:
“dying of thirst”
I see my soul,
My voice, both singing:
“dying of thirst”
I see my life,
My existence, both singing:
“tired of running”
Only the real will
reach the fountain of life
After surviving the roar of the lion
Old Slaves
Chanting the victory song
Their volume filling up the skies
Old slaves, old ways
Singing about their triumphant return
Their shackles no more
Old slaves, old ways
Look at their pain written on their minds
Old slaves, old ways
Crying about their children lost
Old slaves, old ways
Today their new ones are born free
Old slaves, old ways
Do sing and walk back onto the Promised Land
VANISHED
Six years of my life
Vanished like the night before
Come morning and the sun’s up
Hear it, hear it
Here comes the pain
Those numbers wasted away
Never to return back to life
As I sit here by the sun
I wonder about my dreams
Possibilities gone with those years
Washed away with the tide before
Six years of my youth dead
Bones and skins: bare soul
Moments transcending my current grief
Fear has no meaning around here
Only an avenue I must walk on
I was born a free one
Though the past has me a slave
Those cube box and filtered waves
Has my way rendered
But I must persevere
For those six years are long gone
Vanished with the night before
Full with lackluster experiences
Come morning, I’m born again
Afresh with a new voice
For all I have are my ink and sweat, both combined
Sunshine
She gets more intriguing
by the second, in her eyes
I see my vision, my voice
Holding a flame, I ignite her
From soul, we talk, we combine
Without her, I’m darkened
Dreaming of her burning skin
A sun flower always blooming
Come rain, come snow
It’s sunshine when she’s around
SIMPLE WORLD 