I ruminate about the past
in the roaring rain,
I never understood
the happiness game,
One of my architects
used brutality to enlighten me
I wondered if this was the
reason my spirit was so cold,
Why did my eyes resemble the winter snow?
I didn't find empathy until
I transited back in time.
There were endless pieces of me I. couldn't find.
At dawn, I wore my impostor smile.
Until Insomnia became my pristine first name,
Jolted by twilight, I saw my truths
shimmering, from the sky,
I learned to be content
with my shadow
and those luminous scars.
No, new beginning
There is an enormous hole on the surface of Mars
the biggest hole in the solar system, so gigantic
One can put mount Everest into the hole and
there would be a place for many more mountains.
At the bottom, there is oxygen enough, to sustain
plants, a lake, palm trees, yes, even fruit trees
and animal life-like friendly, glowing serpents.
For millions of years, this Martian paradise had
existed till a long, lost airship, slowly descended
Most of the spaceship’s crew had perished but
for a couple, the ship landed with a bang so
loud, fish flew out of the lake and palm trees
Shook and lost leaves and paper tigers aborted.
A new Adam& Eve story? not quite
The female astronaut, a man who had transited
to a woman who preferred to use the pronoun them
the male astronaut was a man who thought he
was born into the wrong body, and with this, a new
beginning wore a skirt of a banana skin.
In the end, two old men, who kept a creature
looking like a dog and askew by other animals
because of their clinging nature as a company;
without a God there was no miracle, therefore
no new beginning.
Should I see you coming from afar,
I would swing my hands at a tick of a clock,
You might take delight in delaying all those congregants,
As they stay unexpectantly in shock,
Then you come in with tattered pants;
All begun to murmur inside the mall,
Disturbances fly in from multiple parts,
"Welcome to the viewers day of yore",
Solemnly,I pleased you with a meaningful dance,
Collectively,fingers were stretched towards where you stood,
No body was beside you,
Perhaps,analyses from your view overlooked,
Laugh with me dear,
Will let you see the expence I've paid to compassion you without fear,
After you've been transited from here,
Mediation will even allow me to become fulfilled to a departed peer,
Than to bath in hypocracy with lamentations and a freezed beer,
Hold me tightly by digesting my fidelity,
For this signs of our executed glory is building our cherished equality.
An advocacy for truthful intimacy.
The greatest comedy of all
Was at her funeral-
MmaUneghe.
The old woman lived for a long, long time
In isolation
And kicked the bucket of abandonment.
They called her "witch."
She was old, unkempt, haggard and shagged
So they called her "witch."
At her funeral,
Came all sorts of guests
Invitees and dignitaries.
The real tragedy was in the
Pomp and galore in which
Mma Uneghe's passing was celebrated.
The burial was well celebrated.
A quarter of the expense
Would have given the poor woman
A happy life,
If you know what I mean.
She then transited
From dust to dust
As the pulpits often say.
She became many, many millions
Of tiny particles of dust to float.
Floating all over earth
And beyond.
Laughing at them as she did
Mocking them as they mourned.
She reached far to the stars
And back as stardusts
To settle on their birthday cakes.
All who abandoned her at old age.
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