the falling droplets

He held the rose
Its pinching thorns, the hurt so deep;
Its red droplets falling and desecrating
The floor, its hallow.
On this floor to throw
If not as a bouquet or a tall plant to grow

Falling red droplets
Will colour my white lilies.
Reddish to become in bloom on hallowed floor;
Red lilies without thorns
Will embrace and return my love
My love, no more hurt will feel.

the single eye man

The old man with the single eye
Stands awake on top a tree high
The weary body aches
The itching feet in haste
Beginning by a step
To get there:
Becoming like our father I AM
His masterpiece I am.

Irreparable

The darkness cannot hide
This shame poured into my eyes
Like an eye drop to fill full;
An unguided action of mouth
Glaringly snapped by the eye.
Like an arrow on a path
As delicate as the heart.
The mind has no explanation
An irremovable stain on apparel
Plain like crystal now tainted to show.
There is no detergent o clean
Freely the humiliating dirt and
From my hands the visible smell

Enchanting voice

Her enchanting voice
Could be heard through the woods
Bringing near the river
All the animals to drink;
And suddenly after so long
Me too it brought so near

                                                       

Fading away until forever gone,

The hurt: the drink, the deepest
Leaving me, not telling me.
Like a rose flower
Its pinching thorns I forgot not
Oozing blood several pounds I lost.

Defacing my velvet skin

More than a razor my deep cut

Beside it all, in my mind

Its fading echoes

Throbbing in my passing time.

The expected one

Who will strike the strings
The strings of the harp?
Who will play its magical notes
To march away this deadening
The hanging cares and fears
Which resettles after dusting
Onward then I go
To hear this mighty sound
Which my mind once has guarded

Hot forever?

My love like a furnace
The more your logs of attention
The hotter it will grow
To become reddish outward

Loss

The loveliness is gone out
From the baritone voice
And in its place a flux
A flux of feign smile
Engulfed in a lisping speech

Decision

The die is cast
The eye has seen
The ears to keep
The vibrating number
Be it sour with tears
Be it sweet with laughter
Will the hands stay close
To the marching feet?
Calmly goes the scores
Trembling hands cannot be
By the marching feet
Of a displaced mind

Why I’ll cry

I cry
When they say hey love me

I cry
When me, the whole world they promise
When them, the whole world they show
What they have not done
What they have never felt

I cry for the children
They claim they have with me
Fatherless they have become of this
Though the whole world
Mine, thought was mine

I cry
Because I fear the hurt

I cry
When my fear like a waterfall flow

I cry
Because they will not dry up
Till those painful tears no more
I’ll cry

working on the sun

Very strong like a mule
Their backs and heads rode
On the hot tarmac and sun
Their black skin will sweat

Toddlers and infants in tattle
On the green plateau a harvest
Corn full their basket of cane
Reveals the sun their sweaty faces
The blowing toil smiling on their faces

As the heavy full belly
Supports a rocky flux of concrete
An empty stomach space
Struggles to guard me safe home

BARKING AND BARKING

Barking and barking
The night will hear
Fill full to overflow
Flapping and flapping
My eyes to respond
As the clock it gazes
Be it a thief
When all is set at rest
Or a lonely traveler on a lonely alley
Or the elders and ancients
Their homeward visit.

Barking and barking
My night will bark back
And the fear that wrap me
Like a chilled blanket
And freeze me at their presence
Screaming aloud, none to hear.

Barking and barking
Will free my night
Causing to flee my fear
Leaving in glee my night

Your Doom

How sweet the sight

Like honey taste on the mind

That will pull you to follow

An order, your body in a whole.

An act without control

That unthoughtful act, your doom

Your doom you’ll see

...Then it happens.

Home away from home

A home away
From the heat and cold
Soon he will sojourn.
A home far away
Where neither eyes nor ears reach
But the minds and hearts.
His remains begged they to have
His new family to lay in state.
Gathered they far far away
Not where his chord was buried
Nor his first cry was heard
But with the living
His last moment on earth
Before the journey home
Away from home

( )

In the rush hours of the morning
My strife started
In search a sweet fluid
Solidified in a dear cane
Carried on the head that morning.
In wretched cloths that Sunday
To be chewed in harmony
By those on the way

The secret

Secretly they loved each other
Then he thought she didn’t
Now she knows she hid it
May be her pride
Or her scare of another ride
Before long the winds gave her ride
And they parted like strangers
Not a word or a hand shake
Nor a hug let alone a kiss
But suppressed emotions from one
As if never cared, the other
If she will know it was the truth
And he continue in his truth
Their secret
Clear like the falling rain
Will be.

( )

When there is a lot we can change
Little do we succeed in doing
When there are some we cannot change
An entire life, we fail even when devoted

Many …

In this strife have I found many
Many place guided by my feet
Many people have I met
Many things have I learned
Many have I loved
Many have I hurt
Many have I forgotten
Many still have I remembered
Many tears have I shed
Many times my laughter seizes
Many more yet to come my way
Many times till my last breath.

( )

Walk by my side
Chest up in the dark
Through my mind
You’ll stagger
Even with light

( )

I love it when alone
To face you alone
Your stern look and glances
Your dazing silence in wait
To cheer or hoot in loudness

Car chase

Their passing steps towards the car
And the unthinkable will happen
A crowd in haste
A seat in a chase
Like an army of bees
Through a hole in a comb
Their passing steps, the most noise
Tum-pum pum-tum
Ceasing when vacancy restored

Not on a play field
Those gallant feet
Nor boots to hide their heel
But to run on the streets
All: family, single, children
And the elderly tum tsi-tsi pum
Their feet towards the car, running

Seagulls

Up high they flew
Not to meet the opposing mosque
But a sudden turn, wings flapping
Wet to dry, spotless white to show
As crystal the sun to bleach

In front their image on top
Their perching abode at the roof top
Their playing ground to group
Their maker their constant communion
In the highest looking down

Three men by the street

They stand to stir
While their contemporaries
In the field prune and water
Their growing crops

In three they stirred
While their mates
On the streets shout
Their goods to sell

Three dark men they were
Two shorter and of equal size
One tallest, in the middle
A tooth opens way through his throat

As he stands only to stir
Yet what has been covered
Revealed, very intriguing when uncovered
Through a missing tooth, our stir

whom am i thinking of?

When am thinking of her
Sleep comes not near
But flies away
She gets jealous
And me no more near
When I need her around

THE CALM AFTER THE CRY

It has been flying all day
In the high horizon, a tall tree
With branches broader
The crow perched but a pest
Caused it to toss and turn
The vulture allowed a while
For a calm after the cry.

I watched while away
Like a cat and an aggressive mouse
Which over a meat to chew
Had a bout so terrible that
None to the rescue but the meat
As it lay aside
In wait a prize
For the victor after his victory.

The peace after the noisy struggle
The pieces after the consumption
A handshake, a smile
A tap on the shoulder
Just enough for a restoration
Of enmity for serenity.
A long lasting legacy
Of a calm after the cry.

The old calabash

Still with its cracks
The old calabash
I’ll drink, I’ll pour
Out to come
The wine, the water
So sweet and much more
So smooth from her lips carved.

To taste a solemn drink
I’ll not pour, I’ll drink
To provoke that hand
That abounds in fragrance
To hold a delicate dear
It’ll pour not only on the floor
We’ll drink, into our bowels.

Never from one imported
Bearing the anarchy of the ages!
We’ll drink, we’ll pour;
Not even its stinking rubber,
I’ll touch, I’ll pour.
Nor from its water!
I’ll drink, I’ll pour.
From what has now desecrated our land
We’ll never drink, I’ll never pour!

into the distance

A noisy night
Of frequent barking
Rise tall on sight
Taller than the snoring.
Soon to disappear disguisedly
Into the dark distance eternally
Through the thin air around
Leaving behind to vibrate, a snoring
Hovering the edges of the dark room around
Ticking slowly the watch of the night
Into the distance, the silent night.

MI MAMA

My lips will twist
To say it;
I will force the air out my lungs
In a whistle which will not be heard,
To say it.
Not mama?
I have said in smiles
Mi mama,
With passion, in best hope
Not mama anymore
But juana?
Juana ,
My lips will twist
To call you aloud

Our Empire: Car chase

Our Empire: Car chase: "Their passing steps towards the car And the unthinkable will happen A crowd in haste A seat in a chase Like an army of bees Through a hole..."

( )

I love it when alone
To face you alone
Your stern look and glances
Your dazing silence in wait
To cheer or hoot in loudness

In the pub

Take a walk with me
Pleaded I
through the dark
within the room at night
flooded with hoisted flags
their various choices of clubs
As we walk through the pool calmly gathered
and yet our clothes not wet
our minds will work
will do all the walk.
Amidst the silent minds
the lone voice will rhyme
showing the way
clearing the doubting rage
the turbulent fall to sublime.

The traveler

On the sun deck I cannot see
At those who wave me I weep
Along the shores waiting and wishing
My honey comb to fall, sweet in a pack.
Their words the waves swallow
Their sight the tides hide
Till their efforts and strength subside.
Yet will I soar with the oars
My honey comb in hand across the seas
The rays to trace till my sun sleeps

( )

He gave me a stick
And I threw it away to crawl
A hand during the shake
And I watch to fall
Like a mighty albatross the fall