Poetry – Page 30 – SIMPLE WORLD

let the love die

Our distance closed

The aisle burning

The chapters folding

Building up to a crescendo of emptiness

Structures forming, residing sunshine

Filming moments of yesterday

A scene played too soon

A method of acting, they call it

Can we go back?

To when it felt right

When all we did was dance

Pouring laughter, lashing anger

Raw and free

Lucky ludo

Though we had shelter

The hunger we had

Was lost in the showers of monsoon

Heat to skin, lips to cheek

Breast to chest, hands to bare ass

The clear signs became dust

An end to us

Hearty emoticons to us

Right here in the dark

Mingling legs, scratching toes

Hoping the love never died in the theatre of dreams

So I guess it’s just another

Unresolved face to face

So fade babe,

Fade

Let the love die

A September in Saturn

Bold fire, burning temptations

Brown bush, growing seeds

Smell of wash away

The taste for silk skin

A girl of night dreams

Something we have

Brings to life

Balance or solace, maybe

Something in you

Makes me want

To engrave a kiss

On your shoulders, or thighs

In difference

Strong connections, wetted lips

Reddened for interference

Coherent with the bliss we make

Yes,

The bliss we make

Makes us indifferent

Our stake in time

Our fate in show

Our names in September

The Crying Guitar

Tears from a string

Another morning preaching the word ‘disaster’

Fragments of recurring wrongs

Southern dilemma

Hands held high

Buckets filled to the brim

Colors mismatched with red and gun powder

Feet of soldiers, prints of herdsmen

The fuss going all night

Bringing the finale to the break of dawn

Last time I write these words, I pray

fly away coated angel

What are bridges?

but roads

Down to the woods

The world becomes a cabin

Boxed in from world hunger

There, the soul never felt so empty

All along, the world’s light was never bright

Dim

Neither redeeming

Only a facade of mischief

So run rabbit, run

Back to the woods

Yea of layered coating

The lion prowls hoping to sink teeth

And I can redefine all that I thought was lost
Another chance, another try
Transcending all my sins
I rise through the stairs of suffering
Regaining my boldness
Proud with a painted black luxury
Another made anew man full with discontent
Paralyzed by the recurring deceit
The tortured souls all cry
Why them?
Lord of the skies, why us?
Come down and stop this crucifixion
We long to move past this boulder stained with death

Scripted cripple
Hungry for white manna and black bread
Rivers always parting
All skin and milk
Falling Jericho
Singing Mary
Crying baby
A never ending tale of delusion

IceMan

A man asked me to help him stop smoking cigars
I told him to eat a pack of rat a day
Two days of madness
Crazy Poseidon
Living Times, dying times
You got the princess in dresses
I leave them in messes

The People

The choir sings
Louder, the cries rings
Lonely folks, hopeful nemo
The strength of yoga
The living heard
By the stream
Flowing without the taste for high
The gift of water
Transparent, till its marred with hate
Soonest the day will be bright

Gold Gold

Is that all you cry for?
Well, I know of an incurable affection
Forged through your own fire
Shaped like your dreams
A precious gem
Mineral for your soul

Wadayo

Emblems of the water culture
Future, present in their hands
At heart, on ground
Bumping shoes, stirring heat
A will from the sun
Harmattan blessed
The set time of cleansing
The children of karma
Wishing rain was dew
A fresh, a new
A float, in pain
Root in faith
March and talk
The catch of fire
The cream to tea
The gift of birth
The seed of growth
A child of joy