African writers – Page 2

Karma

Now, maybe the reason i go crazy

Every angles, every paper

Dollars and wipes to cry on

These clothes stainless

Heart full of brim though

The world caves in

Not a telsa in sight

Si, and an

Lately lately

I am moving without care

Like i always did

Only now without recourse

Or so i think

No voice of reason

All past hate i used up

Without care for others

Directions wherever belle face

Paper exchange and its a good high

Her vice, yes

Mine? Who knows

I heard it comes

Anvil on neck

Now, maybe the reason i go crazy

Knowing later, she will come

Asking for her heart, blades at my throat

A Single Key

A stomach bellow from Louie’s arm

An encore galore

Strings, trumpets

A voice robotic

Passed metal containers

My pain, your pain

Into the next voice

Piercing through

Of cotton and tears

An angel sitting on the window

The color contrast

Coal choked strong

He sings, gliding softly

The keys start

She follows, guiding strongly

Holding his own

In the presence of an Angel

She has to sing it twice

Stressing peace to a summertime baby

Furthest back

Some where, far away

Night dancing, pitch black

Hands out, reaching

How far can I go?

When I close my eyes?

What do I see?

Is pain the first to answer?

What regrets do I have to conjure?

Grief holds these bones

Out there in the sky, raining

I know where to go

From the steps of airplanes

Evenings walks with loved ones

Memories hitting full picture

I cry, sometimes

Only at night

How far back can I reach?

I look up

The sun burning souls into stars

knocked down from up high

–

Just yesterday

Another, soared upwards

Palm spread wide, reaching

into cluster of memories,

Nothing further?

–

Today is not for dreams

Earth holds me strong

What is gone, will come

The Roaming Traveller

Oh what a brief moment

A comet rushing to earth

In haste when it pierces orbit

A new demon or another old angel

In clothes made of the stars themselves

Chain spools of gold rhinestones

Further than the eyes can capture

We, beings of celestial ordinance

–

For a brief memory

To taste air

To feel sea

To hear mountains move

Old towers full of energy

The first beings of earth

Back to the senses

To see thoughts

To hold love

And finally to return

–

Only a short while

In truth it is forever

Captured in a capsule

The truth never runs

Stagnant like eternity

The lies we tell ourselves

To stay grounded on here

Only when bones grow weary

Mind reawakened

Once dulled by the senses

Only then we accept

The return

The repeat, some say

Sky Reign

At the end

After the fall

Stars, they said

I fell high

High onto what?

Dust or due

Mine and mine

I go and igor

Lights on red ground

Front and center

I bleed through

All under, Infected

Never purged

ELSE!

Blood, sweat and tears

Bones gnashing and soul screeching

My answer to the most high

Goats to the slaughter

Lambs for the plunder

Huh?

Cant hear you

I always return,

remain

My reign never surpassed

At the end

After the fall

A star – look, they said

Or so i heard

That pain rings in fives

One after the other

Pattern after pattern

Beat after beat

Shebi thats just the rhythm

Sounds to get you moving

Pain to get you sulking

Suffering to get you talking

Madness to get you walking

Rounabout and you are back

Into another body

Another life time, so sudden

Repeating the same cuts

Enjoying this new cup of sin

Bending her will to your command

Control always snatched after the cry

Love comes in plenty forms

Diamonds in different shapes

Or so i have heard, they say

The Trauma of Angels

The first color is white

Bright lights

Every step towards

what is good

brings me closer to more self hatred

Gunshots and bleeding

News circulating

Dead bodies peddling

Town cries, echoing

Vultures digging

I see, and I run

Another lost, killed

I holding the gun

Pointed straight at them

Enemies of the same

This color is mine

Crucial, i relive this pain

By passing along this moment

Into another

I must continue

Repeat

Recycle this one moment

This reel must be seen

I mean, i have no choice

The world must see

How much i hate my own kind

It is always chasing you
first on the tube screen
come, run, take
we couldn’t look away
first films of moon trips
Color videos of bills
and jean talks
of wants and love, unrequited
we stared into the blue hue
then rapid transformation
like an anvil
dropping from the celestial skies
sunken into earth’s core

gravity accepting
A predator on the hunt for a lick;
a clean wipe at bare bones
always looking for you
controlled, maybe?
It is looking for you
motive who knows
the old king book hides,
hieroglyphics unsolved
the truth:
a beast has now arrived
beckoning hollow sounds
from the deepest ends of the abyss
now we look
stare, break back
curve spines daily
our hands the driver
our palms glued
keeps us all hooked
It is here, close by
a breathe away
inches from our pupils
It wants us alive
to eat
a dichotomy of our bodies
red drip, innards out
a canvass of the human
It wants to enter
into
atoms
deeper into our molecules
where the winner is not us

a primordial being from the beginning
Now, in form of apples and three stars
looking for a piece of that brain fluid
our souls detached, it knows
part of the joys of conquer and internal pillage