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
A so called poet on my poem remarked, he saw in my writing no linguistic art
He said that the language I used was over simple, this was the comment of dear Mr. nimble
From Mr. nimble I need no advice, with my humble knowledge I shall suffice
Among people I’m just another man, not William Shakespeare nor Walt Whiteman
Poetry is not the use of some fancy word, but rather on making your story being heard
Poetry is about a feeling well expressed and evoking people’s emotions when well addressed
Poetry is that sweet vibrant feeling, that gives people pleasure and some sort of healing
To our so called poet I do suggest, in some dark shady room he should rest
Poetry can’t be described in just a few words, poetry is simply sublime
Saleh Ben Saleh
Don't laugh when
Some racists, haters
Antagonists, tribalist and
unjust folks
Claim to be honests and
Hate to hear the truths.
September 22/2023
How can some people
Turning hate to be
Their so called
Delicious food
Which can not pass
in their throats
Because they eat it angrily?
When some people competing
With her " him" publicly or secretly
And fail their so called
Private or public competitions.
They will start hating
Her " him" innocently
Than learning from him" her "
As they found out about her
"His" Advanced talents
Which can contribute in their
Progress while joining together.
The World is so called " Cruel" by some folks
As long as some cruel guys
Painted it wrongly.
April 22nd 2023
Bedroom of bad dreams
Whereby so called lovers fight
Day and night on bed.
June 20th 2023
So called dangerous
Person,
A good person blackmailed
by some bad
People
Because of exposing their secret deals.
Imagine some people who get much money
In robbing poor people
But
They always
Look innocents.
Oh ! This cruel World
Crooks who facilitate
The illegal big deals
Are known as good people
But
The wise people who speak for the poors
Are known as dangerous
People.
Travel this World
You will understand
My point.
A puppet
is called wise person.
A defender of the rights
of some people is called
Dangerous
Person.
June 11th 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Incomming of tears,
Returning of fears
Killing of men:The alarming bell
So called paradise changed into hell
On the faces of all
I saw the marks of fall
On the all sunny days
I saw the dooming ways
On the all rainy days
I saw the blood fell
So called paradise changed into hell
On the eve of Eid
No but, No sell
So called paradise changed into hell
No celebration, No festival
FAIZAN hope everything will be well
So called paradise changed into hell
Through my investigation I have
Discovered that Dave's perfect
Game was achieved through
Quit pro quo. Five players on the
Opposing team said that they
Received large monetary sums,
Three players received sexual
Services, ten players were treated to
Unlimited meals, liquor and gambling
Money and seven players were ready to
Throw the game for nothing. One
Final statement by one of the coaches
That hit the mark was, "You know one
Thing Dave had to do to secure a
Perfect game. As a result Dave needed
Knee surgery. You figure it out".
Whenever a country in poverty
but rich in natural resources
is in dire strait
whatever is done by wealthy countries
is only for it to take the bait
Do not call me your friend in my absence
As you know we do not get along
Do not pretend to love me for the sake of getting something
As you know I am not blind folded
Do not love me for the sake of loving me
I am nobody""s fool
Hard to fathom the logic of
the following
How in sporting terminology
even the great Tiger Woods
in his pomp and prime employed
the service of a swing coach
with not a single major title to
his name
And Jose football's special one manager never even played professionally himself
As neither is any so called expert
critic in any of the field of art be
that film , poetry , painting , sculpture
or photography
Because surely if in reality
they we're any good at all
in there field of expertise
they would be competing not
teaching or passing comment
So given that Tiger Woods has
20+ plus majors and is considered
to be the greatest golfer to ever play
the game
Then why on earth would he need
to employ the service or be willing
to listen to the opinion of a coach
without a single major title to his
name
Likewise why should or would any credible artist or come to that fact member of the general public value
the critical opinion of someone or anyone
With in essence no more clue than
you or i yet given a platform to
indoctrinate other's
Let me teach you a thing or two
Passed down from elders’ past,
You won’t learn this from library books
Nor technology contrast.
About so-called Australia
About the frontier wars,
About all of my ancestors…
Shot dead upon the shores.
Captain Cook discovered Australia
In my ears they drilled,
School salute the flag of loot
No mention of the skilled…
Cunningly shaping weapons and tools;
For white man broke the lores
Protecting women and children;
Black men in frontier wars.
How they shocked Aboriginals;
The aliens from overseas…
Ordered and rewarded
To hang them all from trees.
When they killed most of the men
Hence minority about,
They raped the women and the girls
To breed the black right out.
Complete success they did not have
As “Australia” tried a-building,
Evilness again transpired
Stealing all the children.
My Mother, My Nana, My great Nan,
All stolen from their parents
The Australian Government did it again-
For slavery insurance.
Do not say you know
As you do not know
How painful the tears were
How unbearable the feeling was
Let me be
Do not say you know
As you do not know
What my life experiences are
What my dreams are
Let me be
Do not say you know
As you do not know
How the disappointments encountered made me feel
How the cruelty contributed to my well being
Let me be
Do not say you know
As you do not know
What began
What ended
Let me be
So-called civilization
busy in searching of pure nectar
Where water can't quench the throat of the poor
Nowadays
So-called movement for hygienic civilization-
an asylum of mental disease
Where two times foods rights a day
are hoarded in the arcane abdomen of the capitalist
-17.06.2020 Chattogram
Sorry ,
My friend and confident of days old
Do not fret
Regret is wasted until the cost is met
I still hold you in high regard
I still remember you covered in your mothers make-up
And sitting on the naughty step
Until
Fame and success took hold of you
Before
Everybody grew through you
Not beside or along with you
You lifted while those around you stole
1 piece at a time a part of your soul
Hanging on to your coattails tooth and nail
Riding the gravy train for all it's worth
What on earth happened to you my friend
Fame and success has been unkind to you
And this is written not in pursuit of envy or jealousy
Rather than to remind you 1 day
When all is said and done
Down in the dumps out of luck
And your so called friends have abandoned you
You will realize I never gave up or left you
Cast aspersions or judged you
All I ever wanted was my best friend back
And to go back to having Sleep Over's
When we used to tell and share everything
I didn't loose a friend
I lost my sister
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