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
Category Archives: Poetry
Dreams Followed
Distorted beats
Stapled Rhymes
Living in rags
Mind blessed
Un-acquired henny
Tide swinging
Swishing in shark bite
Wine lunging
Smooth rolling
Free cruising
Losing ends
Lashing luck
String from a bag
A self-maintained
Just another soul regained
Act X: Forever Began
The cord none see
Not in blood
Deep in heart
Assured in sleep
The bondage of blood
Where has that motion lead you to?
The refusal of those who flow with the rivers far from you
The acceptance of those who you deem right or left
Am I related to you?
Difference in skin and tone, yes
But these words are my origins
Forever I live
Forever you live
Our makings are in our words
So, if you have distaste in my makings
Sorry, but I already forever began
A Reverberating Evening
Bones thrown, rolling chants
Surreal melodies
Translating the words from the drum
Victorious voltron
Born to die, alive to revolt
Full of parallel voices
Struck by the insurgent vibe
Silk devices
Lasting screech
Revamped echo
Psychedelic retreat
Stimulating templates of return
The ground to meditate
Depriving the urge to sulk
Unfightwitable
the world is yours, said scar
Coated choice
They try to limit one
But two is never one
Hymn the rhymes
The sky I saw
Haunting and liberating
I remember my birth
Before the placenta
The world was already living
We talked
Ambience writing
Then I needed not scribble
I dream not
I saw the crown of stars
Neither in night, or in slap
In life
Before the soul was locked
I flew
I saw all that was
I moved
Voided hate
Blank despise
Born in the midst of time
A new element, I wrote
The world is here
Though the mind seeks freedom
For now, I will live
Till the morning after
The word was flesh
and the man in red listened
Thinking Bells
Singing Locks
Reminiscent of past glory
Music of late granulates meaning
Forming the loudness present
Contemporary times
Rock bottom in taste
A world in party
Looking not ahead
The lullabies rings
Trouble overflows
So, the wand casts a spell
Hoping we all forget
The meaning granulated
Wrong or right
Pick a muse and live on.
World of Assata
Walk with her
Still on-apprehensive
Proud morning
Soft trend
Gentle stamp
Fierce grab
Sniff
Cold lips
Thinking broadly
Telling thickly sound
Heart of notes
Rain of dew
Redeeming reflections
The road of open roses
Yes,
Another morning spaced with Assata
Money, Money, Money
The snow on road
Sun above
A little synth
The shifts we work
Another letter of bill
The strong aura of crisp rises
The long taste for strings
Plays of the people from Lazarus
Hands thrown higher
A fortune of coupe drives forth
Tempting horns
Bleating sheep
Howling three words
Penny-wise, a dim-wit move
Wise spending again
A voluptuous laughter
Crying pain, mocking sound
A little sugar, please
Act VIII: Intentions
The markings shine bright in the crowd
An x, a treasure
The gate to fulfilment
A reason to grasp
So right the sign went
High to the ground
Rising above all
A life to lead
The price to live
Bright Anita
The carvings you bring finds my bonds of paper ever so well. Hence I shall stop my wrong ways to find my right ones with you. The silence we bring helps build the bridge between sweet and slow. So let’s roll into the carriage of pumpkins and silver wheels. Most people always find new ways to find our fault. The danger we show gets the race started;
Melodies of solace.
Crisp like rice
Reddened sauce
Peppered layers
Showered hinges
An uncollected perspective
A growing spirit
A generous smiling
Lasting after the embrace
Time to sweet drive
Long; till we see a glow
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