African writers – SIMPLE WORLD

Anomalies

The ever quest of connecting

It gets tiring

Cells trying to join

Looking for more

Then come

outside – doors open

Stranger stranger

Freezing

Danger danger

Up the skies

To search and destroy

To kill and pillage

Birds of the sky

Fuselage belly dipped in black

Eyes – red circle

All of us in the act

Stages, lights and presence

Take your choice

And dance to the clap

Elvira

At night you blossom

with rage and fire

You burn all within range

I fear from afar

Silence when near

You burn all

You burn me

You burn us

Papers till its not

–

At night you blossom

with honey and sunflower

You burn all within range

I fear no more

Dotted lines in sight

You have burnt all

Scars embedded in my soul

There is no us

Memories till its not

–

At dawn we are free

without hate or remorse

All in sight

A mere thought

Free of an idea

Free from the spell of time

Am I Dreaming

In the land of Ubini

Some days I fall into the skies

sleep then I am awake

clouds, a picture of memories

on wings I float

a home is of two

And you are my one

my own to call my peace

a place to lay down

Sounds of your voice

Cutting through the atmos

Further I fall

The more I stand in balance

It is you

Bringing this reel of moments

a disarray of emotions

The past filled with survivors guilt

yet in your arms I am found

mind bending

Spacing finding

Our love on the wings of Bennu

To the End

When you are already at the gates

Without need for key

You feel the brimstones

The gnashing of teeth

Old old

Very old business

All you have fought for

Either you are now paid

Or paying for your sins

Its all in the mind

A new smoke

A new smile

Fangs behind

Pupils always missing at night

At the very end

Lets us welcome the new one

Our savior at the conclave

Jesus Christ from the Gold Coast

You might have seen him

His eyes watching the lens move

Two circles meeting gaze

One at the other end

Innocent as they smiled

Their world, your film

Stories to fill during your silent night

Happiness to carry you over to the morning

The message

What was the message?

I will try again

Nappy hair

Tiger seed hair

Different names

Watch as this water gives more life

A well for all to drink

I heard he lived for more than a thousand star years

Deep in the golden forest

Ododo sand to mold

Shell cover for tree bellows

There

Amongst all, he learnt the way

Of good,

to do

Replication a daily remainder of nature

You learn you give

Thats what i heard he said

And at the end of his lifetime

He crossed into the land of blessings

He did not even need the book of life

Without a single nail

No bleeding

Give me your Love (Love Song)

The morning fell on a green valley

Breeze with it

Rising and then a slow heave

–

The first hue hitting eyelids

A call from the land of the big waves

Seasons of migration

Everything i know

Everything i thought i did

This was all

Past the pupil

Sounds of the stars

Whales bellowing in the skies

–

Today the spirits moved

And i truly was there

Energy pixelated

into cells and letters

–

No question asked?

None so whatever

Whatever

Star Lights

Fast forward

Everything in ones twos

Pace of a matador facing red

Our legs barely land

Then soar

Our bodies left behind

Watching as we rise

Stars lighting up the night sky

Moon illuminating our minds

In this moment

Whether we stumble

kiss at the start of rain

No matter

Only after

The aftertouch

Hands locked

blemishes on knuckles

Sunlight burns

and mortal sins

Only after

When we return

Back onto bodies

will we feel and realize

that the longest part of life

lies away from these hearts.

It is the Soul I need

Through veins

I remove myself

Take a step back

out and watching

Anywhere is reachable

Into the skies and green lands

Distance a matter of the past

In this place of blue highs

Standing on the wings of seamounts

Into the sun

Glorious bathe

Speak with eyes awakened

Promises achieved

Sound passing the message

Angels on earth singing

Beat by beat

Hearts and anvils

Letting go off weight

Taking our seats

on the hills resting on our ancestors

High Times

Someday

I want to experience the sun

without the film burn effect

Feel a time of stillness

without thinking something is missing

Ride and coast

Yet feel like I am all in control

Hands on the wheels

Steady going

No hydroplaning

Someday

I want to set out on moons tail

Sword of light on comfort rail

Without ogogoro and concoctions

Sail forth on waterfronts

horizon, peak and clear

without seeing the dead reaching out

hands dragging me underneath

Just enough air to breathe

For me and me alone

Someday

I want to see my own blood

after squeezing my own heart

Unfrozen to finally bleed out

Simple World: free words

We are all always at the brink of war. Two things can be true because the river banks continue to be broken in half.

I see the world in shades of blue and brown for the calm and land claiming. What is danger to me? have I truly felt danger? Do I need to?

My mind is truly unhinged – that is what I say to myself when I cannot control my thoughts. I think everyone is to continue to believe in the programming.

Monsters with tendencies and hydras living in the amazon. The beasts these days have many heads to exert pain and delusions. It is the price we pay when you choose the wool and your hands cannot stop the bleeding.

Tap in – the youth is leading the battle field – a millennium – niobium – ilmenite

Illegals at the border – seperate first : the spirit of breaking lives on.

New era – new names

Osanobua – the creator

The sand and the snail

In the snail came sand

Before and after