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So the October sky let loose its stores
in drip and drop as nature restores
the wilted and silted back to life.
A rainbow here, a rainbow there.
All signs of good fortune in time.
The Shuramuroves* flock in distant sky,
criss-crossing in their flap of honor.
Seers cast bones to the harvest of March,
some say it will be too little some too much,
but the bushes are cleared,
Readied for what the farmer bestows.
Sheep bleat to the mounds of chaffs,
cattles goaded for the till
as children pleasure in rain dances.
Some catch ishwa for relish,
some make mud houses
in endeavor to turn around wishes.
Like fallen heroes buried to rise no more,
no seed underneath jingle with the bells of Christmas.
All hopes washed away by October storm.
Not even dew will save the bushes.
Skeletal trees hang, so void of foliage.
The blue sky ushers down the sun’s heat
to lick up our hopes in storms of dust
in relive of the gust of August.
Some say the breeze from the west
got us into this mess.
Some say the gods are longing for an apology
for the granted wish of that fateful November night.
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Behind my brows are horror scenes
Each blink am drifted in oblivion deep
In the fear archives within my genes
As cold trepidations in my heart creep
Beaming vivid horror acts of slavery.
Behind my brows I hear black souls
Wailing desperately in quandary state
Mothers nurse their toddler's sores
The custodians of the future's fate
Heavy load their tender shoulders bear.
Behind my brows I see dark images
Frantically wobbling under heavy wood
Whip driven further from their villages
Chained animals they're misunderstood
In the worst humanity servitude
Behind my brows fear hatchet it bears
Hides in wait to murder my black ego
Maybe I'm the off spring the feeble sires?
Or am the pious to white man's credo
Too scared in inferiority complex.
Behind my brows a distant flame glows
The rich jungle in between is my fear
Who will extinguish it when it's close?
Who will solicit loud that all can hear?
Who will unhinge the mind shackles bear?
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I sing loud in my mumble
On serious matters i struggle
Mind wild like savannah jungle
It spurs jumbled thoughts
That regress in jerks and fumbles.
My presence to you is a disgrace
Im an outcast i am a mental case
Is it because i spoil in my own dress?
Is it because i toil in restless race?
Chasing after things im running from.
I have feelings you understand not
My brain is simply a melting pot.
Am chained but my mind is not
Im pained deep in thoughts
Tears drop in smile like an open tin
Pendulum of mood like a chameleon skin
Perdition like the worst of sin.
They say to the spiritual battle am a no winner
For devil dug deep to reside inner.
Holy hyssop wash to cleanse me cleaner
Oh, im a perfect abstract art
I reflect my badly soiled heart
A victim to my leaking mind
Dripping thoughts normals can't find.
Amidst all, our God still blesses
He showers the same amount of graces
Whether we captured in net of mental cases
Your love soothes my relentless mind paces.
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Here lays a great swimmer
Who drowned to death
In shallow waters of whisky
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The deceased pompus lady-
Who lays in check
Tripped before she was ready
Her billows of ego-
mummed in life's demise.
Is she really her-
who froze testos
By a mere horse stride of a walk-
Trashing men's alluring gestures
With a flaring condemnation glare
That glided past through figures-
With an ego of a she gazelle.
Yes, that one,
Bury her in the sky instead
For in the world full of us
She tip toed our desires
And opted to live alone
In the fantasy of our admires
Like by clouds you were sired.
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To the ice and fire,
The incompatible love.
Never were you meant
To be in any sort of intercourse.
Because tragedy and shame
Is what's penned down
By destiny and fate's hand.
Where was your hope?
In water, wind or sun?
Either way I see gloom.
I see fire in icy demise
Huge inferno turning to a glow
I see, ice in fiery thaw,
Melting into hopeless flow...
A preposterous conjugation
Of an unimaginable intercourse
You forged in the name of love.
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Hastily he jumped into conclusion
That we are inept in this seclusion
Brought by dampened spiritual voice, that
Got audibly overwhelmed in this waft
Of the concessional sovereign reign
That ebbed away his vim in disdain.
Drifted in the upsurge of doubt
Divergent conviction his heart sprout
Whose fruits dangled ripe and low
To keenly inquisitive neighbor’s door
Alluring one, alluring all
To be charmed in artistic call
That exhibit deep roots
Feeding these vile fruits
You all lick lips acknowledging
Toxic venom like bad poeting.
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Im black im black
I don't melanin lack
Tribe begotten by sun
Heathed and fully done
I might be brown by fraud
But Inside im black and proud
A race that tamed hyenas
Riding them around like cotinas
Reared owls as fowls
Before our black wisdom was foiled
Black me back if i bleach it
Its my identity, to my heart stitch it.
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She stays in my lines
In my bars she dines
For my pen spits my love
She's my poetry, all and above
But like leaves scattered by gust
My words to her rarely last
For she sees no further than her brows
She reads but hardly knows
That she is the poetry in the ink
The image behind my every blink.
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Because you are caught in the net
Of your vows and promises you get,
You want us too in your predicament.
An eternal capture and encampment.
No, i only fall in love not in engagement.
To my granny who spat vile in her speech,
Each time i visit her she turns eager to preach
Imploring me to marry in her witful beseech
As if she has nothing else to teach.
Granny, i will marry when i want or i will marry and cheat.
To my friends whom i dressed best as they played groom,
You betrayed the culture i will remain with the broom.
Matrimony wasnt my idea, i wonder where you got that from.
Mine was to make snares for loose prey which seldom roam.
In their petticoat you captured you seldom stroam.
To God, forgive me and may your peace abide
In my heart and may your angels guide me
In my persuit of casting my nets wide
To find unconjugated maid i wish to turn bride.
For a vow made to a virtuous lady is a man's pride.
Poyetik enej
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