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Rebellion phase

Sitting in this wide room

Statues and stained windows

I feel the space, 

The air circulating 

Ventriloquist projecting

Seek peace, 

Seek a piece

While the world burns outside

Children tied to bamboo sticks 

Teachers beheaded

knowledge spilling 

sipping into the deepest roots

Earth core bleeding fire 

and, we just burn rotating

Spinning new white lines

Sniff, else you will be let out through the door

.

Barely sitting 

Pacing back and forth

Trouble changing times

Man by the altar

Vertical and horizontal pupils

Scanning and planning

Slitted and slithering

Snake or sheep?

I cant remember

I just know that i coughed out black smoke

while he continued on with his yarn of bile

.

First I go back home

West is not my place

Leaving behind angels

To fight and create disorder

Place of birth must be imprinted

By my own blood and swear

Equity of being a son of the soil

God gives and God takes

Balance defined and cemented

Ten toes deep and digged into its flesh

This green and white coated beast 

Three birds hovering, waiting

Death of this ancient being is a must 

Rotten carcasses spread across the map

A feast for all but if no one eats

I will bite and eat jolly till I fall down 

Cracking my shell 

All to pay back and show love

to the great ones

Ancestors held in bondage 

A culture never reintroduced

A people hand cuffed at the soul

Sticks break

So do chains and whips

Mystery of the aggressor 

Stomping on anything holy not from Edo

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

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

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.

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

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

Poe Kid Dreams

As I child, my heart free

Letters, all I saw

Afraid, never too scared

My eyes looped

observing

Mango trees, banana peels

The above, without depth

Bicycle rides, leg walking

All around Barnawa

Heat sinking on skin

Black baked

God created

Circles rotated

Dirty hands

Wash anew

Sounds, birds

Night rain

Dust settled

Street shinning

All in me

Beat by beat

Cardiac release

Moral never snatched

Action ignited by curiosity

Bare feet, no hugs

Words, my only sibling

As I kid,

dreams and moons

Was all I ever had