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the sun was fixed in the sky
like a fugitive in an orange jumpsuit
radiating anger.
the evergreen forest was shedding
to carpet the steeled winter
earth. pinecones and needles in
a mosaic of brown and green.
the swing set sat neglected
chains rusted, slack like
abandoned moorings.
it creaked under the stress
of your weight, unsure of itself.
its chains, yawning after years
of hibernation, start to sway,
back and forth, picking up
speed and confidence.
In a flash you’re off the
swing, gliding through thick,
wet air to land on your
hands and knees in the
mulch. The intractable wood
opens the soft flesh of your
palms. The strawberry red
blood glistens in the late
Sunday light.
A dog barks indifferently
at the sun as it sheds its
cumbersome bonds and
falls back into the earth.
Quick bold drums start out loud
Pounding out the terms of war
Race through the frantic jungle thick
Rhythms of pursuit take to the beat
Let the chase begin with heart in mouth
Track down the sun burnt frantic man
Stripped naked by his captives
They pushed him into foliage of the doomed
Now running through entanglements
Strangled in the vines for ancient crimes
Hate has no boundaries when not of the clan
Primal blood can not be satiated
Carbon men shoot long arrows, cannon fire from the camp
Small dark people with evil minds advance
Send the prey into unkind environments
To grounds and undergrowth with shouts
Demise looms on horizons mist for him
Already tortured from the womb
On pounding feet he bleeds while pressing through
In strange surroundings with open wounds
Shots ring out after the enemy make the naked prey
Lay eyes on him in day light with pure hate
Follow every footfall falling on the ground
The ugly trees take a couple of hits
Splinters fly out, shatter living wood, as their demise is sure
Old riffles and loaded guns come with the hunters
Limited only by so many bullets screaming through the trees
To kill their prey, to bring the head back intact
Numbers don't lie. Momentum is on their side
Why the man has gone missing is a mystery
A cause for strain with sweat and grimace
Small men with evil minds intent become confused
Bugs gather around the fugitive
Make configurations for a meal
Moving keeps him from them and their appetite
He runs in heat with fear and heavy lungs
Filled with humidity he breaths no peace
Keeping quiet requires concentration
The wind must cease to speak for silence
Hiding is a science
Snakes want more than the mosquito
No time to turn about or study wings or feet-less creatures
Insects survive by flying from disaster
He follows them into the swamp
Lives under water for awhile
A long hollow reed for breathing
Comfortable for a time with larva breeding
Tickling his frail and fragile body
There is nothing wrong with wanting to survive
Life, like bullets, fly by
The joy that we remember,
Is something that lives on?
The nature of burning embers
Made us fugitive!
Our past years made us believe
For what is most worthy to be blessed;
Delight and liberty, the sympathy and creed
Of a childhood, whether busy or sat rested,
With butterflies fluttering inside her breast
Thinking of all those being raised;
But one of the most obstinate questions
It don’t make sense inwards or outwards,
People falling for us, then vanish;
Left with Blank misgivings like a creature
Moving about in a world not realising
Putting high instincts before our mortal nature
Feeling trembled with a guilt a thing surprised;
Breaking and having no affection
Seeing a shady spirit of recollection,
A pattern left by red puffy eyes know one could see;
Brown eyelashes hid pigment of suede
A history of a stranger still to be untold,
Sat on furniture that leather is made,
And the candle light will burn all day;
Is the master’s light one of the strangest ray?
Weakened by soulful cries
Shoulders fall side by side with teardrops,
Bowed heads and heavy eyes?
Didn’t want to be held, cherished, and have power,
Noisy moments not taking it awfully hard,
Can’t be without another hour
Not to Perish Never;
Filled with passion and endeavour,
None of this tears, just laughter
Break eternity and Silence: truth awakes;
One neither listens, nor goes mad,
Hence a calm moment making us sad
Can utter abolish or destroy!
Or will it leave enmity with joy.
However the land will lie,
Wherever you are, whatever you’ve done,
Through hounds of hell I would walk your way.
I SHOT THE PREACHER MAN™
The David in me shot the Goliath in the PreacherMan.
Arrant debacle of the anointed one
And dark child claiming identity of God's son.
Am just a little boy and not being punitive
But defiantly cantankerous and emotive,
No regret for my actions but now a fugitive,
Fugitive of my own premeditated atrocity
instead of the uproar of the city
Or the thought of the men in black
Even though it cost peace and keeps me on my track.¹°
Couldn't wait to eradicate that unwanted page,
Only the deed can placate a long rage.
Rage of being a molestation victim for years
And I couldn't even confide in my jesty peers.
You were the bully that wouldn't let go
Even many times when I said "No"
You still continued ripping apart my body and soul.
You were a shepherd to me in the sanctuary
But a wolf outside the congregation armoury
To defile me timelessly, ignoring the Law, what an effrontery²°
I should never be an "entrance" for no one,
you caused me pain physically, made me burn.
Sunday morning, on pulpit, you're the "light of the world"
But weekly when Mom leaves me with you for a word,
you're the darkness and fire eating-up my soul.
PreacherMan once said "we'll all reap what we sow".
You taught me about David & Goliath in service
Then, I began seeing you as Goliath, as you stir up malice.
Mom named me David, I was so little at 7.
I imagined how someone like you'll make heaven.
Child molestation wasn't what my parents bargained for.
You've been a thorn in my flesh since 4
Till you orchestrate the truncation of your own life,
leaving behind your innocent children and wife.
So just like David in the Bible I sort bravery,
even without stones, sling or any armoury.
Soliloquizes and quizzed my memory,
"in case he dodges a stone entering his eye socket,
he definitely wouldn't do same for a bullet".
I had no choice since mother wouldn't heed my voice
and father's never around but only sends toys.
The David in me shot the Goliath in the PreacherMan.4²
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 15th, 2021.
His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty;
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge he had,
and hiding his face, he pulled down his hat and felt afraid.
There was a reward for anyone who knew his whereabouts
or acquaintances, rumors attested that he must have escaped
to Mexico to join banditos who raped, killed, and robbed;
an American guy saw him in Acapulco kissing pretty chicas*.
He thought that nobody was looking for him and he laughed
in that noisy bar drinking Tequila* until he was drunk and sad,
but forgetting faces drenched in blood is pure madness;
he wore a sombrero* hat and mingled with friendly locals.
Marcela was not his favorite girl, she refused to sit in his lap
while he smoked Tabamex Toro;* he whispered, " Te adoro, mi querida*. "
And disliking the short phrase, she bit on his scarred, dry lip;
" Ah, hermosa, suave!* " He quickly reacted to the revengeful Marcela.
He didn't know that was a trap and be captured him by the FBI agents,
but he suddenly got up, slapped her in the face with murderous hate;
Marcela hit the floor and died instantly, " Bandido*, bandido! That's
my daughter! " The dark-skin man howled. He drew his gun with haste.
He shut him three times, Brant fell down and profusely bled from his legs,
" You are under arrest! " One of the agents said cuffing him with ease,
" We'll take you back to Texas and you'll pay for the rapes and killings!"
Every rapist and killer should know that restlessness allows no inner peace! "
* Chicas: girls
* Tequila: Mexican liquor
* Sombrero: Mexican Hat
* Tabamex Toro: Mexican cigars
* Te adoro, mi querida: I adore you, my dear
* Ah, hermosa, suave: Ah, beautiful take it slow
* Bandido: bandit
In the beginning…
God created heaven and earth,
and darkness was upon the face of the deep.
And there the spirit of God
did upon the face of the waters keep
“Let the earth bring forth grass,
the herb yielding seed and fruit yielding tree”.
And He made two great lights -
the greater as the day for all to see
And behold, God created the stars
and hung them in the firmament so bright.
To divide light from darkness
and shine the heavens in the night
God said “let the earth bring forth
man in His own image, of his own free mind”.
And gave of man dominion over
every living creature after his kind
There went up a mist from the earth
and watered the whole face of the ground.
And God formed man of the dust
that a breathing living soul abound
And The Lord God planted a garden
to put man whom He had formed there by,
and ruled of every tree he freely eat
but for one lest he shalt surely die
God caused Adam a deep sleep
and took of him a rib and made He woman.
Said Adam “now bone of my bones
and flesh of my flesh is now begun”
And God decreed “I will put enmity
between thee and the woman for your sins,
between thy seed and her seed” -
so is the genesis of man’s origins
Adam and Eve, his wife, bear Cain,
and she again bear Abel, a brother to be.
And Abel was a keeper of sheep
but Cain, a tiller of ground was he
Yet Cain brought of the ground
fruit in offering unto The Lord God above,
And Abel brought of his flock
firstling sheep and the fat thereof
But God did not favour unto Cain,
and thus Cain was wroth and slew Abel -
a fugitive and a vagabond
driven out of The Lord’s table!
Written: September 2010
From the Book of Genesis
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A spark in the dark~
then gone before the blink.
Faster than light,
but without the weight of photons.
You can chase it down the highway of neurons,
but it’s already taken the exit,
merged into traffic,
become the hum of another mind.
One moment, it’s the name of your first pet,
the next, the taste of salt on a childhood beach.
It doesn’t wait.
It doesn’t linger.
It doesn’t care if you’re ready.
A thought is a fugitive
that leaves no fingerprints,
only the echo of its escape.
Try to hold it~
and it’s already rewriting itself
into something else.
The speed of human thought is approximately 10 bits per second, which is significantly slower than the processing speed of modern technology like Wi-Fi. In contrast, our sensory systems can gather data at a rate of about a billion bits per second. (Source: Smithsonian Magazine)
A nightmare without terror,
A peaceful life without savor.
Voluble blasphemies
In the flames of a hell
Perfumed with the stench of lust.
A heart loaded with lugubrious memories,
My soul bellows in the darkness.
Running to die, for barren pleasures,
Insatiable are the sickles of the reaper.
Allergic to flashing lights, even with a spotless record,
I wander in the obscurity of their hatred.
Thirsty for bills of every color,
I sometimes gaze at my scars
So as never to lower my guard,
Always on alert like a fugitive terrorist.
A few victims etched on the clocks of my conscience,
I have lost liters of hemoglobin, scraps of flesh,
Worshipper of spontaneous shots of adrenaline.
I know the story of my genetic code,
I will never be ashamed of coming from a third-world country.
I have rummaged through the trash of my memory
Before scourging the arrogance of my oppressors.
Lamentation has never been scribbled
In the script of my existence.
Clairvoyant, I behold the world
With the eyes of the bearer of celestial lights.
Nothing but interests in my directory,
I have no time to scrutinize
The complexities of human nature.
I glean my elation
From the fears of my enemies.
I carry the stature of those slaves
Drugged by the peace pipe of liberty.
Oh my shadow, my closest companion !
Tell me , what’s your actual criterion?
Are you following me or I’m to follow ?
sometimes long, sometimes short, broad, wide or narrow !
You are to flee, when deep dense darkness to grow !
May be sideways, back -front, diagonal, below,
as light with me be capable to allow.
I can never catch you, you are fugitive.
Since I’m alive, in bright light you will survive.
But in dark, you will bid bye to me and leave.
Always playing Hide and Seek in morn and eve.
In dark, you are ready to go, I believe.
Doesn’t matter, whether you be at back or front !
It’s just too difficult for me to confront !
Streetlights shinning, makes the city glitter
The tarmac surface resists light penetration, causing a sparkle
Sweet scent from different flowers melting hearts
Oh yes! No nos nor buts
Oh yes
That's stunning. What a beauty!
Those eyes? Not even a fugitive can escape their wrath
I'm tongue tied but not mute
I can't walk not that I am crippled
It's only that no one can run away from an angel
Mathematics wasn't my subject but this sum is well added
Her round tantalizing eyes, oh my! you can't help but give in
I am shy but I can't look away
Stick to the subject she is beautiful
Love is in the heart.
That's true, I can feel it.
It is beating
The West African Tom Tom drums...that's the rhythm
My ribcage is under threat
Dear legs save the ribs just go for it
Her voice is sweet it reminds me of Elani
A delicious food for my soul
I am ready to dine
Our proximity is making it worse
Palpitation increasing, with stuttering making the bonus
Love is blossoming,the attraction I can't repel
I swear to love her
though there was no live audience
the statue of Kimathi be my witness
Truly I have fallen in love in Nairobi