Voices traverse the medians of my head
or, at least they used to...I thought I didn’t
always like what they had to say...at least
they said something that was interesting
I forgot what I was supposed to remember
a while back, I took my dog shopping only
I didn’t find what I was looking for because
nothing is exactly where we left it, there
is an illusion that it is the same yet I have
no proof and I am always seeking proof
what I see with my eyes I no longer consider
proof of anything out of the ordinary
would I recognize it if I could see it?
Squinty eyes makes the world a different
flavor of perception perhaps sweet, nooooo,
perhaps savory is the best selection of all
Would you know if savory was really
Sweet Heart to thine own self be true
no selflessness, no selfishness, only to
thine own self be true.
Categories:
medians, inspiration,
Form: Blank verse
Never forgetting those loud voices
Voices acting as the vehicles of historical antimonies
Antimonies which in themselves are testimonies of ideological betrayal
These conflicting mirages of imagination
Divorcing the empirical from the theoretical
And shouts from the Actions.
Abreast the crest of rejected African egos,
Egos which perhaps are the ‘ethos’ of a ‘timeless’
Pan-Africanism.
An Africanism whose essence has now been,
Destroyed by this phase of
Nihilism.
These self –appointed
Medians of history
Medians fancying themselves as the only mediums of
The historical message,
A message whose true medium is that which
Reaches the ordinary man struck by poverty.
Are indeed medians in as much as they are comedians,
In a comedy whose true heroes are dead.
Categories:
medians, history,
Form: Rhyme
Joining hands in paradise
The answer ending loneliness
Consensus reached, wedlock unite
Maiden voyage of togetherness
Adventure stricken, venturing on
Learn to rally for the cause
Civilians in their footsteps born
Standing tall, origin’s core
Awaken beast, open the door
Lead the way with baby steps
Peaceful slumber, seedlings spawned
Angles, medians, evolving, vexed
Gravity adrift troubled waters
Depleting struggle to stay afloat
Consuming fate, oblivious mortals
Unknown force aboard life’s boat
Synopsis, statistic, reality bites
It’s venom coursing through mediums
Enshrouding demons in dark nights
and present states of equilibrium
Mythical figures, story untold
Kindred spirits, souls entwined
Parental guidance to young & old
The touch of life, the hands of time
Categories:
medians, imagination, inspirational, introspection, love,
Form: Rhyme