I pat this country that something will come
and stay and may not be so much a new thing
to the world?.
O Mark the word stay, think over it, remember massacre
is too a celebration day or which calamity is
overwhelming?, I think why sometimes monster
is monster, because it may commit suicide and killings-
Now, what is what other than perhaps vulnerability
and self-defeat.
At the end of the day love will become the subject
of controversy if not mysterious or magical or fantastical
or adventurous exploitations?.
Look closely at
the crows.
At 9:00 p.m.
the highway ends
and hollow appendages
of turning headlights
pet the tangled shag of the field.
Dead-mute, perched in the
shush and sigh of wind through brush,
at the last turn-off.
Background city crest
rectangles
are switched off safes.
Locked in
dust,
old exploitations.
Once this field had no crows.
Black women hung diapers off tottering
porches. Families
lived sandwiched.
Splintered door frames,
coal clouded windows
and crooked bricks.
Now the crows are ebony raisins
of scrap dinner town
where only
bricks of blight
sunk among the weeds
are
cataracts
in
rain.
Published Black Buzzard Press - 1982
Take a moment, if you will
to ponder the situation of government at will.
Representatives of the people they claim
yet, individual indiscretions gain greater fame.
Racist ramblings dress a deep inner rage
rise to the surface from pasts poorly displayed.
Whiteout and black face strayed
openly upon the political stage.
Sexual innuendo and exploitations
feign threat and menace of illegal immigration.
Tax dollars that can never satisfy
the budgetary ingredients of a mince pie,
build a wall, large and stout
keep everyone in and the others out.
Gone is the give and take
lessons lost of passed mistakes.
What price does the future hold
for democratic legacies of old?
Open eyes, how do we boldly go
to the freedom for the republic we know?
All people as a rule,
do not enjoy being fooled,
so much so, that as a rule,
they won't accept being fooled.
it leaves them feeling stupid and very un cool.
Government worldwide,
is pulling the wool over everyone's eyes,
but all the fooled people continue to deny,
that they have been fooled by governments worldwide,
and all will continue to accept as truth, most unwise,
government deceptions, exploitations, manipulations and lies,
all because the masses can't admit to being fooled,
by self serving politicians who dictate the rules.
MY BOYFRIEND’S COMPULSION LIES IN THE STREETS
HIS CONSCIOUS RESIDES
DESIGNING THE PATH OF GETTING HIGH
HE KNOWS NOTHING ELSE, HE OFTEN FORGET ABOUT ME
I AM AN AFTER THOUGHT
FOR WHEN HE BECOMES SOBER
MISERY RESIDES WHEN THE DRUGS WEARS OFF
REFLECTIONS ON GETTING HOME TO ME... HIS GIRL
I AM HIS SANCTUARY WHEN HE PICKS UP THE CROSS
HIS SOBRIETY FROM HIS INTOXICATED WORLD
BUT THE SERPENT STILL CRAWLS
DISPELLING STAGNANT WITHDRAWALS
I REAFFIRM HIS THRONE
MY HEARTS INEBRIATIONS DEEMS HIM KING
BUT HE TRIUMPHS IN ANOTHER ZONE
LOVE’S ENCHANTMENTS IS NOT WHAT HE’S ASPIRING
NEVER COULD I COMPETE
WITH THE ALTITUDE OF DILUTION
LIFE’S EXPLOITATIONS USED TO BE SO SWEET
CAN’T TAKE THE DISREGARD, AVOIDING THE CONFUSION
HIS VICTORY SPELLS MY DEFEAT
DEPARTURE IS SET IN MOTION
Under a Stone
The twitter and other news organs are full of women
who never made it big, but come out from under a stone where they hid
tell of sexual exploitations they have suffered, some of it might be true,
but for a chance to shine they make their case grotesquely gruesome,
while it is about a pathetic man who wanted them to masturbate him,
and how they rebuffed him, preferred to hold on to their dignity and lost
the chance to become famous stars.
Balderdash!!!
You didn`t make it to the top simply because you didn`t have the talent
and the tenacity needed, to suffer hunger and rejections, as many
stars have undergone, so you found an excuse for your failure and pathetic
creeps like Harvey W. was perfect; it was his and men like him fault`s
that you took the easy way out, blaming someone else.
is not easy
since birth we
came to realise
that we have to
deal with struggling
this struggles has
been our story
off course we have
no other but struggles
some friends we know
curse it more bitter and harder
some friends try help
ease a little off our neck
yet the struggling continues
is not easy
since our child hood
we grow up with our
familiar reality
struggling is never away
from our life's till now
is been too long till now
our conditions increases
the struggles
our rights proves we can't
do without this struggles
it looks like it will never
end if we don't end the source
till now our hopes are rooted
with struggles
our future begins with
struggles
and now we are still
struggling for freedom
is not easy
Biafra's need freedom
we need our indigenous
human rights
we don't want this strange
imposed struggling
from Nigeria any longer
enough? of exploitations
of different kind
the mass killing
the wars
the force to be one Nigeria
has created us alot
struggles
and now we are struggling
to be free from
Nigeria not
from Africa
The bricks on the bricks
The stones on the stones
Joined with hard iron
And soft gypsum
Handle the strong hands
To build the buildings
The towers, the palaces
The mills and the factories,
The great contributions
Of those maker hands
To the constructions
To the civilizations,
But those golden hands
Fallen under exploitations
To survive are in fights
Deprived of proper rights.
I'm on my way to my sanctuary.
Where I'll stay up until the morning.
Last night you said that my uglys showing.
At the least that's how I feel.
There was a time that I do remember.
Tossed aside to cry into the ember.
Something woke me up into a slumber.
This unreality is just too real.
There's no hunger in starvation.
Loving in relations.
World-wide suicide.
Blessed into damnation.
Everybody's hoping for a world full of peace.
All knowing every corner's lurking with disease.
This is my sanctuary.
This is my sanctum of peace.
This is my sanctuary.
This is mine!
I'm too afraid of what lies through the prairie.
What I've slayed are the ghosts I carry.
Woven in torment and governed in cement can all seem scary.
I wonder what death will reveal.
Like all the sex from exploitations.
Color coded nations.
Who's cried homicide.
School needs meditation.
So everyone is hoping for a world full of peace.
All knowing every corner's lurking with disease.
This is my sanctuary.
This is my sanctum of peace.
This is my sanctuary.
This is mine!
Temptation, leaky parts
The erratic behavior of
Industrial, copper hearts
Kept in the dark , despairing,
The dysfunctional silence
pumps through the grid,
Anonymous, incomplete
Too vast to forbid and
Ambiguous too. Herders,
Hurricane force baiters
Consolidate the prize,
Surround it with walls,
Aggregation, spiritual
Splinters burned for heat
and the wrapped nutrition
consumed under close
medical supervision,
embalmment, drip by drip
boredom, idle playrooms,
innovations, round trip
exploitations, the outer
wall get steeper and
against our good nature,
I’ll be jumping soon.
Darkness' epigraph amid this insatiable desire to penetrate and thus
Manipulate, mannas created flesh....
Entities of which it has claimed as its own across these regions in existence!?
Conquest to be sought and whom should know better this quatrains truth
Than I myself; facing regalias relentlessly determined median of woe
This heartless in cruel perhaps; reasons in part to be known
Mingled, throughout quislings coveted and lustful designs; exoriating....
But who decides, while these shadows mark slowly their lingering inside
Nature and natural born foes of choice or, are they?!
Chained unto invisible walls molded dungeons; protocols explosions igniting
An interludes brushed in blackened night; to pierce the purposes of, whom....
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....The crystals glass in set piece exploitations ~
My Dear, I tell you in words, that I love you true.
Sometimes I feel that is not enough, just for you.
So I am writing this letter in rhyme from my heart.
Though I show you, I love you, on every days start.
This is not sufficient, for one that gloriously divine.
Adequate expressions are lost to describe, .love of mine.
Gifts unavailable to express, all that I have received.
My Dear, delivering my treasures, completely as conceived.
Each night my goal, to slowly fulfill your expectations,
Together our souls; will discover such exploitations.