No visions

She held my hand and it was magic
Hope the night will stay for awhile
Showed her quiet rooms how tragic

They were happy once with smiles

See that room there was a couple within
And they had two small children
Till a plague came in, took away their grins

And all that was left was dark like their skin

In room number 2 was a burgeoning writer
All dreams and no visions
Till one night he sees something red like danger

And he has no visions

I don’t know what we’ve been on
I’ve known too much pain to string you along
It’s not you its my sadness

Won’t use my pain to taint your gladness

I hope she keeps smiling
Don’t remember me like a pile of autumn leaves in summer
Snap her fingers forget our slumbers
Hope she keeps on smiling

Drivel

Free my hand
Let me write my wrongs
My drum my band

Put my hurt feelings in songs

Lazy I’ve been called lately
When I’m wired to an eleven daily
My hard hat for my building of a constitution

One unchanged by the world’s disruption

Hungry I feel often not for achievement
But for a respectable level of involvement
In my deals with devils and their one black friend

And my deep thinking on what tweet to send

Mindless drivel they say I write for low minds
But short people don’t like to be called that
At least that’s what it said in my contract
Written by smart ladies who want recognition for more than their rope binds

Lone bush

My hair was untamed and wild
My skin cracked, my lips mild
My face caked with muddy dirt

I am in no mood for words

Longer my beard grew till it looked as bushy as my head hair
I did not tend to myself or the field crops
Alive I am a little far from the jagged rocks

I see the sea but she ignores my stare

My clothes are torn and patched like my old school uniform
Colours are evolved now my green shorts brown from my bleeding
My injuries open sores with flies feasting

I lost weight in the first few months like I swallowed a tape worm

It’s been months since I felt my feet
I barely can muster energy for the dirt I eat
God will not let me die even as I have asked
Why grant wishes when peace evades me at last

Bamboo Chair

I think of her often and the times we shared
All the times we would get angry and be separately red
Her singing while flipping our morning eggs

When she was absent to come home safe for her i would beg

Late I was again, she was asleep in our rocking chair
Back and forth by herself and I hoped she knew I care
I tap her shoulder to help relocate her to some better stead

She does not respond so i lift her and gently rest her head

I seldom felt lucky but I felt privileged to be with her
Lying flat on the bed as she rolled by herself all over
Hair like flower petals when the sun comes out

I kiss her head and add a pillow and closed her yawning mouth

Comfortably resting in the bamboo chair on the veranda
I covered myself with a blanket and hoped insomnia would let me go far
Sleep was no more peaceful as i found myself rocking in the turbulent sea

But i heard her voice as she spoke and I could feel her warmth and her warmth I could see

I say good morning to an echoing empty room
Tears well up like I am reacting to a deadly fume
It is real life and she is not there
It was the wind that was rocking the bamboo chair

Cry for another

Save your tears for someone else
I saw my fears and ran away
Little effort for maximum reward
My hopes were for life to be my steward
Limits to myself I never believed in
But every excuse to do nothing was welcome
I don’t resign to die alone but expect nothing less
And the future is a bad luck stream
Funds for my degeneracy
My alcoholic tendency
Passed my father from my grandpa
Smoke like a chimney and wonder from whence comes the cancer
Hey female I’m around you and you should notice
My future was evicted here’s the notice
Will you be homeless with me
None pretty sights and deeds await me
It ends not with a whisper or a bang
But in a back alley atop a trash bag
All his dreams and potential wasted on doubt
He was like me in his dealings with clout
He died for none nor himself
He lived alone like a freak
His ways were dark and his path sordid
So he knew why he had no one

Cold

I got too many fans so my heart gone cold
Put my body in a bag cause my heart got old
I’ve been thinking about my future
And in it how much you feature

Are you a long term friend
Or a short term loan
Stuck to me till the end
Or change like my cellphone

My peace from fitting pieces
I lost joy when there was peace
And they could thrive without me
Life was fine when I was gone so that I was no use to start with

Fire resistant

I know I’m inconsistent
Like sometimes fire resistant
Other times get burned
And I feel the flames are attracted
It’s like a lot of other things
Easy to watch from afar
But up close it gets different..
Regardless of intent
I cry sad tears to wet my eyes
I lie my fears in a bed of mice
Comfort is far from my ailing
My body unresponsive like I’m mailing
I’d annoyed another for my humour
It was funny was the rumour
Can’t recall it because I don’t want to
Live my life like we’re one and two
Tired of feeling like a joyless being
I closed my eyes and let my cheeks grin
Morale is as low as my morals
Im another mass produced contrarian

Tales. The art of telling tales. The poet's mind.