Tag Archives: African writers

Home Waiting

All the love

In wraps of evening sun

Birds feathers falling,

calling night

Night town criers

Boys racing girls over moon lit hills

Kisses between eclipses

Light paintings, ration licenses

 

Home, home

Barnawa town

Home, home

Where I used to lay

Home, home

Crouched between snow, now

Home, home

Can I taste you?

Home, home

Further I go

Picture perfect, tainted

Reaching further back into lenses

Home, home

Draw close,

please

My hands reaching out

Home, home

Your vision only a memory now

A Beep to God

Turn back the times

To when I was young and mild

Joy always crowded on my face

Far back, past future bills and letter heads

Then, when a cry came back with an answer

Blessed by love’s early mercy

A circle cut shut by the devil’s false hope

To live and think of innocence never given

Survival scars forced onto one’s hands

scribbling away life’s birth marks

Crunched,

held,

walked

Then pushed

Some place far into oblivion

I, still out here

Searching for my father’s house

Beyond Star lights and Destiny Fields

Murder, murder

Slaughter for the keeps

Sheep in wolves clothing

Casting shadows amongst the rest

Wisdom drank only after the demise

Too long to bring peace past destruction

Give and take

Life first

Although, now the other

inter-changed

always swapping

Lesson scribbled,

somehow showing balance

 

Murder, murder

Burn them all down

Cows fed milk

Humans fed by prices

Numbers showing souls

Phones bending spines

Spirits being snapped out

 

Breathe now

To live longer and fulfill,

beyond star lights and destiny fields

 

Night Caller

Awakened into life

Space boundless

Jupiter Dancing

Saturn raising red dust

Stars all clapping wishes

Burning of full energy

Reeking of vibrant peace

Distance attained

Differences only a memory

Views from a different world

Roaming plants only allowed

Far out, onto the yellow brick road

Wide awakened, still

Intact with the high plains

Down seems further beyond

Here, here

Only on these clouds

will I sing and jubilate

Nothing holding

So I must confess

Of joy and love

Yeah, nothing holding me

So I must confess

Of joy and endless love

Been a while

Caution me

For, I might wander off a bit

Nothing strong in hand

Just corona for guidance

Liston’s summer nights behind

 

Been a while

I mershed ink

Digital or not

Took a minute to come back

Had to chase round my thoughts

Distractions in different shapes

Started a trend

a love never passing September

 

been a while

my heart melted

forming,

turning,

crying,

waxed

into words

my spirit

somehow

out in the night

of sky time

wandering

amongst letters and stars

far gone

How can I paint this properly?

When you there far away

Watching you

makes my night

brings the light

 

I can feel your energy

Trying to break free

From life’s bind

 

Two worlds

Souls searching for answers

Stuck in desires

Wants dressed in love

Dreams coated in silence

 

Seems like a wall

when I try

Like a bridge stretched

and you’re over there

Things left unsaid

Moments gone never retrieved

Two worlds never converging

 

For now I’ll leave

the rest for the later

and revisit for a drink and some laughter

 

Rebellion

To rebel is to die

though what I seek is life

Finding truth in lost books

Picking lost gems in past sins

 

 

Sins of our Forefathers

The words painted read betrayal

Living is the price we pay to die

Sin rubbed against the walls of the jungle

Signs our fathers left

Don’t you see the buildings falling?

Phasing into green leaves

As the sun pours the fire on earth

Shadows roam these streets

Forgetting the blood smeared on our houses

They search for the coward

who left behind hatred

The phase of our lives

Stages set in a point of solace

Cries made from water

Drank only after the party ends

The Return of Enoch

I woke up a crusader

Never a choice

Still I find the truth

In this blackened black oil

Without a blood stained blade

I find my way

Divinity combined in me

I wear my crown

A king birthed to death

I wear my crown

A beast birthed, jungle deep

 

Preacher, preacher

I hear your words

Though I see the gold you wear

Shinning brighter than the cross behind

Blasphemy

Word!

They saying the world’s a square

Remember!

 

Still I predict

I die a God’s son

Reincarnated into heaven’s bosom

Watch this space

I seek to unlock

Greatness without greed

 

Ring the bells

I want none of that false doctrine

Pressed together to form slavery

Ring the bells

I talked to God

Sinner I remain

Fully aware I must persevere in this devil’s den

 

Film on My Hands

Check out these lines

Criss crossed

Spider webs intersecting

Bloodless, just cuts

Wide palmed, full of scars

Memories sketched on these fingerprints

Slap twice and a picture appears

My life so far in motion reels when the wrists gets involved