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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

Bible: open port

We are writing this book

Our own bible

Our own version

Our own voice and comments

Blues, reds and more blues

We had the old book to sit down to

Now we barely stand, hunched 

spines all curved out

Typing and capturing our souls

into bits and data warehouses

I think further down the line

when we are no longer around

and only but cord away from disconnect

The masters of illusion, will then

plug a future generation into a different port

A new improved and container socket

will that future look back and read our bible with glee?

Our stories of gigantic feats and leaps

Our versions of stupendous bleak and failures 

Living things finding ways to morph into phone screens

Is that a magic wand or an apple from a phone?

Creatures of ai springing instantly from pink-red blocks

Fear peddlers shouting from Truth churches

Upright men failing and breaking their founders neck

Pretoria women silenced from the blooming hills

Spies and snakes

shape shifting into leaders of the sun gods

In all,

What we write now is laid bare 

waiting for those that will come in front.

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

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

or

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.

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

Fall3n

Sometimes, wings appear

Barring teeth cutting gum

the blind closes

Night visions, illuminated eyes

A horn next

Crossing the line

Many times I feel

like hell and heaven

kicked me out and

closed both doors

.

Divine feeling

words on lips

when we kiss

The devil I mean

Her eyes locked on mine

Sky pact, when we bleed

Gives us the space to tangle

Stronger connection

Knock me off!

knock me down

I’ll hold on

While we rise

Same high same sight

when our Eyes do meet

..

A closed channel

No one dials in

Except me

And I like it that way

I stay and revel

In the ease of evil

drops of rain when I laugh

dark moments, I swim

gray clouds, I submerge

The energy, I savor

every drip, please on tongue

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

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

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