Come, dear forefront smile,
Snicker as I inherit the wind,
Watch my faith doodle for a while,
On your shifting sands of blatant sin.
Come, dear sidewinders of writ,
Let me with no choice, lies embrace,
Let beneficiaries taste false grit,
Our close hearts fooled by a social face.
Tantalize me with procrastination,
And hit me dead centre with living lies,
Let me watch power distance of no action,
And hypocrisy rise and truth murdered, dies.
Yet, the perfidy is predictable prophecy,
A reaping at mellow joy gets the purge,
All for that one discarded sagacity.
All for that fall into apathetic urge
An afterthought!
"Now is it not shameful to ask where power is?
When your feet are standing on it? "
When shadows fall across the land
And darkness sweeps the light away
Shall I give those who lead a hand,
Those who hastened democracy’s fray,
Who trafficked in selfish pursuits
Lusted for power at our nation’s expense?
I shall never speak kindly of sycophants
Who for their folly pay no recompense,
Who bought into lies imperiling us,
Whose conspiracies do not enhance
The welfare of our national sovereignty,
But promote a perverted song and dance.
May they never find peace in perfidy,
For such is the fate of those who preen,
Who laugh at those of a kinder destiny
Who lived a past, and hopeful future seen.
Written September 25, 2022
gripping the shards of memories
ignoring the bloodied emotions
why do we torture ourselves
with that which we cannot change
these evocations
vivid
disturbing
invisible to others
but our élan spotlit
driven
instituting mostly patronising
eleemosynary projects
perfect recall
subject to
experiences dictated by
accident of birth
the authenticity of memoirs
tenaciously defended
but ravaged by
subliminal influences
a testimony to its perfidy
In the garden of time,
there blossoms a flower which is draped like a bride all in white.
Amidst the prismatic shimmer of the field,
this flower is the unchaste Dianna.
Deceiving the rationale of moral beliefs,
it betrays the human that gives it a glance.
It spreads its tender arms and wraps around the neck like a serpent coiled over its prey,
Lovers get lured by its charm as it pools them inside its cup.
And then floral beauty is nowhere to be found,
Perfidy takes control.
Day gets converted into dark,
All pay the toll.
Wrath and Animosity become guests alike,
Remorse drives its chariot drifting the Juno swans aside.
Apologies are less accepted,
And forgetting one another becomes the only way.
The foul play then comes to rest
As they have the beloved to detest.
You are warned not to stare at it
It's the flower, the flower of Infidelity.
I was deeply in love .
I did not know why our relationship should not be.
He said let’s get marry.
I begin to write vows for our wedding.
We planned our fusing in late June and he canceled in early May.
The message said:
I canceled our nuptial because I am already married.
I am pregnant and do not know what to do.
I should have never had sex with you boo.
You have canceled our wedding ceremony because you are conjugal.
I have been damned by my own desires.
This cancellation is unkempt.
You have deceive the wrong person.
Therefore, our life will meet again.
A healthy child I will deliver.
A normal life I have been given.
The receiver of the message said:
I refuse to let you out of this when I am pregnant.
However, our separate ways make sense.
In the future, we will meet again.
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Penned on May 23, 2014!
Tis not the coveter that hurts
The egoist is insignificant
Dubiousness is a child’s play
And ‘tis not what’s in the belly that kills.
The weight of words is little
There is no weight in man’s presence
Absence is only a mere event
Even the eyes betray the body.
Perception is just a mere instinct
The ears are gullible
For that which the tongue gets it takes
While the heart knows it all
The mind is an abyss
Darkness it communes- when-
Not in control of the day-
That sees sham.
For the light detest shadows
Being full in wisdom- that-
Duplicity is not concrete-
Rather ‘tis perceived than seen.
I see perfidy to the fidelity which is replete of your treachery
Too bad we ain’t cool, because for you was a melody
About the despicable ingredients that thrive back then
To create aspersions for my heart to grow fat in
You having a back of mine was thought to be perpetual
From grabbing the horns, I saw it was all bull
So when I manifest this light, you shouldn’t be in my sight
I’m watching my own back when you enter a fight
No more under the timber, will my name be in December
Forgive and forget the final Thursday of November
Perfidy to the fidelity, I’ll always remember
You may as well have said that you charged fees
I knew it was too good to have been true.
Envy the wise that knows you’re false with ease,
Pity the fool that finds their love in you.
When we first met you told a lie to me
You won my smile, my heart, my love and mind.
You led me on till I was caught with thee
I was a dove that flew so lost and blind.
And when you told me that you had a love
You spoke with out concern for how I’d feel.
My eyes rose up towards the sky above
To halt my tears’ descent and soul revealed.
If you close your eyelids you seem alone
The truth is that you’re never on your own.
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