Category Archives: Poetry

It’s all in the blood
Pushed into the ring
Sweat pouring, jabs flung out
In a circle of hate
There’s a divide
In the eyes, when we look
There’s a union in the color
But why the confusion brother?
When there’s a reunion awaiting
Our cups have runneth over
Still the bridge is broken
As we walk, our sorrows pile up
Boxed into a circle
A ring of fire
Can’t you see drift?
The rift placed on us

Lately, the vex has subsided
Our time, to move out from the ring
Put down our gloves
In comfort, we’ll find the courage
In community, we’ll find the urge
To move on, past the vices that push us against each other

I play the lottery
Never lucky, as my one and two’s vanishes
There into the production of mastered numbers
Another card, same story
I cringed the paper, free throw into the garbage bin
Walking on, thinking why I’m so unworthy
To receive the millions, my wants and desires
Nothing left but my empty pocket

The man on the street saw me
He was called the animal, I think
I wonder who looked at him and give him his name
Was it because of his worn out clothes
Or maybe his overgrown beard?
But in reality, hair is hair, as skin is to skin
He met me, looked at me
Saw me at my down times
With a voice, he asked “I need a smoke”
I asked why?
“My lungs need cleansing from the dirt,” he replies
“Here, take this pack,” I say
He says thanks and says
“Give me a flash light”
I ask why
“Cos I need the light to move through these tunnels”
“Here you go, take this flash light”
He smiles, and tells me I’m a good man
“How do you know? I have sin on my clothes
Don’t you see them?”
I see them, all of them, he says
But I also see your soul
That which you have repaired
With light, you cleansed your mind
Placed your soul in a zen of peace
“I don’t understand,” I tell him
You will one day

He never repaid me
I never saw the animal again
But I remember his words
I soaked it into my voice
In peace, I found those one or two’s
Not in papers
In my quest to live and find his words
The one he gave to me
So I say to myself
My luck has runneth over
For my faith is all I need
To receive, I will give back these ones or two’s
To the hands of lives who thirst
Not to systems that eat and never purge back soul

In my mind
I see the road
That leads back to the low cut houses
These shapes form a circle
Around, around they go
With people sitting on their front ends
Laughing, telling jokes
As the night passes through
The peace of a child plays on

In my mind
I wait for the day
When I will return
As a man with the smile of child

Once again
I will return back there
With the freshness of youth
Kicking playing along with the sand
Bananas trees all around
Mangoes fruits all falling down

Birds tuning on till they find their voices
It remains settled, my childhood memories
All in my mind, as the moonlight dapples on the zincs of barnawa

Heads locked
There’s need for peace
Confusion all around
There’s need for love
In the vines and the crimes we commit
There’s need to burn soul
Let’s yearn for better times
These times are insane
No doubt
But we need to go back
Into our arms
It’s a shame we have fought for so long
We are tired
Haven’t you gotten enough?
Fighting all night through your heart
You’re bond by the shame
I know
So let’s get back
Into the source of our pain
Ridding our ways, free from comprise