Africa and the Curse of Religion

Listen to the sound

Coming from the back

All the way at the end

Singular, repeated

Growing, hovering

Pulsating through the shadows

Seeping back into my mind

Shapes and hexes

Demons and ghouls

Angels and jinns

All scrummaging this plain

Cut wings,

fallen through the cracks

down onto this vivid reality

where

one can never escape

……

I seek the truth

Although

Every corner I turn

I fall victim

Drowned by the shrieking

Bullets stuck on black skin

Time refusing to move

Stretched out years

Compressed into parallels and seconds

Smiles from the shadow men

Shinning boots on red soil

stop me from going into the forest

Closed my eyes and

I find myself in the center of cathedrals

gods that don’t move my core

Full time job pretending my soul accepts

Time has moved

Frequencies hastened

Here I am

Chastened by old wrongs

…..

Caught between a square

Green slime concoctions

Crosses and serpents

Faceless without my gods

12 seasons turned to one

Ancient spirits destroyed by another man’s summation

one leading nowhere

From the beginning

Only one sound I hear

……

In a land gifted with circles

Resurrection and rebirth

My soul only seeks redemption

Freedom in the deepest dark

That forest called evil by sailor tongues

There I must go

Returning, reverting

trace back

Foot prints on sand

Snails and cowries

My lane our lane

Paved in our own tongue

comes with rich tones and melodies

Reverberating throughout the land

Of the children under the sun and moon

The Ship of Patience

Time sliding like a swing

Or is it me?

In a box

Pendulum deciding

To ring or to sit this one out

I believe in 2nd coming

Not the chosen

For if he was chosen

And I was made chosen

I believe in my 2nd coming

Or 3rd

Down this road it’s hard to tell

How many times ?

When a game this is not

How many times I wonder

Many lives embodied into me

Living spirits crawled up on me

An army of my kindred people

I take within

Some times They Win

But I must win

For my sake

An underwritten thing that I must prove

When I speak I don’t take lightly

I thread with haste

And move with ease

This battle must be won

To claim the stake of eternity

This spiral connection

The water spirit

The reddened wine

White and splinter

Into parts

Some that see

Some that are lost

Some that hear

Some that fear

All in the making of me

Going beyond

the risk involved

The chatter, jeers and laughter

All when said

My truth I would have created

In distant memories or remembered gospel

Simple World: Random

Life keeps pushing further into the year. The sun is consistent. Are we? Humans inhabiting the earth. Are we consistent in keeping this earth from dying or are we consistent in destroying this very earth?

I have three animals within me: a sheep, a tiger and a demon. All three make me who I am. All I need to function as a full fleshed human. Every emotions I give to these three and they consume.

Simple World: eyes wide shut

I choose to remain silent on this issue. The anger continues to sip into me, like a lake flowing into an ocean, I see the red rising everyday as I continue to maneuver this life. Night time is the hardest time for me during the given 24 because nightmares do exist and it becomes more scarier with my eyes wide open and then the demons come. During the day, I wear a mask, to keep the darkness at bay with the light either from the sun ray or the blue cloud. That’s why I hate the shit out of winter.

I have to write this darkness out for my sanity.

There are ever several things one could say about the idea of losing hope. The main point I will focus on is the decay that comes.

Stories of the Drone Children

Beats and bombs lament this world

In depths of pain

encrusted with insignia of war

children born lacking innocence

Believe me,

pain and despair, all for new souls

nothing left but depths of pain

encrusted to this bible called the internet

..

We, children always born without hope

Just hopeless, believe me

Like worms in belly

unknown to me

This war you bring tears me up

gun shells leaving my wells dry

Gradually, slowly

until starvation and famine

finally eats me up

Another child of the drone

lost to the silence of a dying world.

Afresh

Like twisted arrow

I seek a reversal

Acting like new never made me better

In sync with the manic of nature

I act like I’m told

Watched my devil violin

Singing along, I caught myself

Stop,

stop it!

Just saw my family tree

Just seen my spirit line

Made me smile

Made cry

Knowing my blood flowed

Like a twisted sense of humor

I know my creator watched me run in circle

Signs

Morning come

Money go

Honey,

Run!

I had severe warnings

from childhood memories,

to the dealings of the world

Eyes bleeding

stoned by a friend

I had severe warnings

Money snatched

Tricked by another

Severe warnings

Life was singing to me

Calling in, ringing in

Refusing to listen

I plugged into aloof

Myself only

The world was me

Until it wasn’t

Huts and Wars

It’s a table for all

More than twelve ordained

Every order gets left behind

When the world moves

Truth become lies

When the priests forgets time

Masses get caught between

The snake and bull

The virgin and the herdsmen

Her Energy depleting

Sapped

Slapped

Tapped

Sucked

Her energy rising

From where?

Maybe

the Unborn

And her living dead

In the Wild

I came from the green and leaves

Sand, water and mud

Hide, thick like Loxodonta Africana

Skin, black like the infinite abyss

Years dusted away with the beast

Out west, a man without a mission changes

I came from the forgotten places

A little past the the now bleeding Congo

where end time dragons pester and plunder

.

full circle when you recollect

Of wood and sugar

Across the desert, they came

Face slapped with an imported cross

..

Two ancient horned beasts

leading the blind to the valley for slaughter

white robe floating on elevated water

Destroying my own pigment

While exporting my own heart

false narrative

twisted tongue

Mind castrated

herstory forsaken

The land of the big waves ridden

with cancer

…

The taste of black for so long

in the world tasted bitter

No one cares for us

Souls scattered across the Atlantic

….

Now,

I seek mine and mine only

Culture belonging to me

Lands inherited from oral history