Oh,
how
tragically
sad
it was
to look
at
the
local news
that day;
with my
coffee mug
in hand
after a
lovely night
with a
good book,
and then
I learned
that
a wooden cross
was burnt
up
at a park
before
my people
on our
shared
glorious
urban
city streets,
while uprooted
trees
and debris
fought
harshly
in the wind.
out of mind out of sight.
it’s just my luck that’s tough luck.
Next thing you know Im down one.
Slow to erupt.
observing society fuss.
anxiety it’s all love it’s me it’s you equals us.
we all we need that’s enough.
told me to hush.
Sensitive to much.
it’s just my luck that’s tough luck.
absorbing everything like a sponge.
So we always in touch.
this that about such and such.
now it’s an impasse talk too much.
like attracts like,I am the company I keep.
still sleep. really. reemerge
show concern. how to discern.
value in disperse
I adjust debunk
it’s just my luck it’s tough luck.
Between spaces
Between wavelengths
I’ve taken offense
Passive aggressive towards projections I acquiesced
Syretta
Rank strangers access
my deepest secrets
leaking out onto the page
past guard-rails unattended
reaching into my soul
Hanging on quite desperations.
My feelings desires manifested as one.
You lie and you lie. you lie just for fun.
No consideration there's no where to run.
You lair, you lair. You lie just for fun.
I'm broken and beaten. My blood starts to run.
I'm drowning, I'm drowning asphyxiation.
Take this spear from side and let gods will be done.
Because you lied to me.
Now take your life for me.
Mortal desires manifested as one.
You wanted my death, well now here it comes.
Transgressions, transgressions no reflection.
They call me black Jesus, the world's only son.
because you lied to me.
Now take your life for me.
They martyr the murder out of desperation.
You lied and you lied
then you lied on your back
The train starts to run.
They stole the worlds freedom,
they called it red rum.
A killer I'll kill her, a killer for fun.
They stole the worlds freedom,
they called red rum
Because you lied to me
Now take your life for me.
upon his tower dark and tall
malakar stood to doom them all
with lightning flashing, cape unfurled
he cackled, "Now I rule the world!"
he pulled the lever, struck a pose
but fate, unkind, had other woes
for with a snap, the lever broke
and hit his minion (Grubnuk croaked)
his robots sparked, began to dance
one juggled fire—badly, perchance
another whirred, then high-fived air
while malakar just stood and stared
“uh… that’s not right,” he mumbled low
as sparks set fire to his own robe
he tripped, he tumbled, with a groan
and soon his tower stood alone
for down he fell, a mighty crash!
right in the king’s grand pumpkin patch
now in the dungeon, sipping tea
he plots his next catastrophe
I live in this continuum,
Where I sit, I scroll, I rot.
This blissful poison hypnotizes me in,
An artifice far deadlier than I thought.
It promises me sweet lies,
Feeding on the pith of my mind.
I grow my own nicotine,
A toxin that turns me blind.
Stronger than any drug it seems,
It drags me out of reality.
I escape to the realms of fractured dreams,
Only to suffer their calamity.
I live in this continuum,
Where my soul resigns to the comfort I crave.
In this abyss I dwell,
I have learned to dig up my own grave.
23/01/25
I didn't compare
Neither did I compete
I'm always in my lane
Yet they're always against me
Steadily plotting my ruin
Just to humiliate and rule over me.
Steadily, they attack
My self confidence
Trying to tame or break me
Steadily them be bullying
Giving me all sort of names
Trying to shame me
They ain't my maker
So I'm unshakeable and unbreakable.
My mistakes
Their empowerment
They all act like they're perfect
Steadily discriminating me
Causing calamity in our country
Ruining our unity
Forgetting United we stand
They mislive and misaligned
Just for instant gratification and selfish goals.
His life came to a ruinous end
Plummeted into insanity
The red-bearded painter
With his self-hatred, despair and desperation for understanding
He drank yellow paint thinking it would make him happy
Locked up in a mental asylum that would shatter any person’s self-belief
Deceived Vincent cut his earlobe in an unforeseen calamity
But he channelled the awful torment into beauty
Immaculate and sublime
To find ecstasy in the ordinary
And in transforming the banal into a magical masterpiece
The Starry Night, Sunflowers, Self-Portrait, The Potato Eaters, Wheatfield with Crows, Irises, The Bedroom in Arles
Each a genius’s masterstroke into Eternity
A jumble of love, sorrow and rage
Painting the canvas in bold strokes as his heart and mind burst into flames
The King of colour, a whisper into the future unheard in his times
He died in a rut with voices all over his mind.
So, he picked up the gun
And the bullet went straight into his golden heart
Wonder how many colours lost their lives on that day?
Cherish
Admiration
Love
Ambitious
Mesmerizing
I hear your prayers…
Terrific plans
You don’t see
Collides
OMG
Love
Lives on
I see the Afterlife
Death beyond the eyes
Easy on the eyes.. no lies
See the visions of ecstasy
#Repetition_of_irremediable_calamity
Stare the dark gloomed space of shooting casanovas, blurred with shades of karma, coated with deja vu, I was here the mind says, my hands mired with more dirt, contaminating my hard work and effort to never to pass through this hind streets of lingering pain and regrets, a rotational oozing of ghostlike tormenting shadows of my yesterday, and feel pacing in slow motion in this circles of no exits, no matter the effort pores punches all over my hope, feel drowning, suffocating and my soul ebbing, dilating in volumes I can't contain any further
My calamity takes everything out of me, regret there be nothing to identify me with, after it's taking, invisible blows shatters me from every direction, how can I not give in when I too was made from the very dust of this earth, a human like the rest
Here I'm tested to never rise again or to man up and prove the naysayers and those who have written me off even before my birth, spirit lead my me to faith without borders, pass me a riffle to eleminate every doubt before me, face up, faith on, and irremediable is just a word in my calamity
#Poetic_Ink
I hide from my demons but they walk through the halls
Of my mind and my soul and the reality that falls
I drown myself hoping that they can't follow me
But there's nothing I can do so that they can't see
What was stolen from me can never be returned
Fractured my spirit, it's liberty was burned
Everywhere I go I see glimpses of their shadows
Prickling on the neck as if they were to follow
A blade on my thigh carried to wherever I go
Can never be certain where the wind of death will blow
This life that we live in is all an illusion
Where everything I know is filled with confusion
You said you'd protect me, now I bare the scars
Red tears of blood collected in porcelain jars
My sore bleeding heart will continue to suffer
While I tell myself that one day I'll be tougher
Now I hold the knife and it's wrapped in my hands
End it all now or live on with the brand?
Fire consumes me and fills me with rage
One day I'll escape this horror filled cage
But now what more can I do but beg for release
The chains that bind me, I'll never be free
Ice laces the heart that once was warm
Now no one can stop the approaching storm
Earth's final day came unexpected
It wasn't heralded, nor was it detected
The skies suddenly bled with starry rain
And everything living started to feel pain.
All lands and crops begun to decay
Then human flesh rotted and grayed
As planes from our skies started to fall
The feeling of horror dawned on us all.
Every believer begged their gods, lost
Looking for answers at any cost
In order to glimpse beyond the veil
To strengthen their hope that was so frail
The horns of apocalypse roared from south to north
But it wasn't angels that then came forth.
The Beasts of Calamity descended with one order
To kill and tear, respecting no border
No law, no pleading, no prayers too
With each moment their hunger grew
To every human their rage was drawn
And there was no running from this hellish spawn.
It seemed that the gods have left us to die
Their benevolent protection simply a lie
As moon above with crimson flared
With thousands of eyes it quietly stared
At our demise, terror and fall
As death came and conquered all.
He slept in the bath when he was drunk
Slept so long he went and shrunk
Down down down to such a size
He couldn’t be seen by human eyes
His wife saw the bath and with a shrug
Slipped in one arm and pulled the plug
She didn’t do it with any intent
But down the drain he silently went
He’d never ever learned to swim
So that was the last she saw of him
Gone for ever that unhappy soul
Swept out to sea down a plug hole
After a while she married his friend
So for her his story had a happy end
There’s a moral to his end if you think
Be careful when and where you drink
Or you could meet such a bad end
Down the plug and round the bend
Through the sewers on a bumpy ride
Then out to sea on the rising tide
Maybe to provide a succulent dish
For a shoal of hungry hunting fish
Perhaps the the irony of such a lost life
Served with peas and chips to your ex-wife.
Words come , words go
My thoughts tonight as taut as rope
Just when the serein makes its final bow
In cold waters my feet i soak
As i walk down the gateways of the mind
Where i am engulfed by grief and serenity
I never saw you leave as if i was blind
And the thought of it brought my heart calamity
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