Fancy

How I was yours more than i was mine

Like you and I were symmetry and casual lines

Is this the way love is suppose to go

If I saw yours again would it be so

Everything calamity but your posture in my brain

Everytime I hear of me I see you and I am sane

I believe in art, my memory writes

You could never die, your love is my might

Timelessly my fancy I am banished away

It is you I desired, it is in you I would stay

No longer as I know you burn me still

The treason comes and my love is your kill

In Distance is where I mate with your soul

For now they should make you happy, I perceive it is where you are whole

My vapour was our fire in waters of  sea

If this was where we were parted, it is here I will be.

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Insomnia Undead

My wonder pirouettes the subtle cancerous fight

I can’t touch the dark, I can’t feel the  roots

The insomnia looks askance running  afoul of the night

Impenetrable and furtive it plans the recruits

Alone in its own accord it roams close to endearment

Cavalier of the unseen like the nobles of the centuries

In the belly of the beast, in the hinges of abandonment

Still is the hour in the birth of  dawns’ ancestries

Veins plucked out of remnant eyes

Insomnia whispers close what the devil lies

People sin in the city where the sun dies

Insomnia crawls and caresses the human and animal cries

The brain ticks against the ominous  silence

Nails scratch and pray for unmedicated sleep

The minutes in between count only as the mileage

You knocked on its door once and now it sows what it reaps.

Whole

Bench sitting my own happiness

I grabbed the ambience of sadness

I’ve turned around like an autumn leaf

I think life is more of what you perceive

People look up to me you know

They say I am life and living is what I owe

I couldn’t hold such great monuments of inspiration

When I was still lost in the shallow end of devastation

I thought about many that I adore

Nothing was binding me to the physical law

Sometimes your lovely ones inflict the soreness

Can’t fault them when their road is also a progress

So I held on to them and said

From now on it’s us till the closing  end

I will be in the sunshine

If you need me for your shine

I will be in the rain

If you need me to numb the pain

I will be in your mind

If I’m hard to find

I will hold your arm

So deceiving what’s to come

I will be the life I was heavenly given

To expose the beauty in how we are suppose to be living.

Living the word

My words’ immortality baptizes you

I see them drinkin’  sour spirits

That type ain’t the type to save you

You need that clear water to lift your spirit

The growth in age ages us

We call for more days under the sun

These bars become home in them we trust

I said let my bars forgive you and what you’ve done

We always want the truth but escape the realities

Deception visions a stage of actors

To hide you from all your savoured insanities

Life and its lessons are all but human factors

Allowing my people to dangle all scattered

My words don’t point fingers or hold any blame

I hope what I say will matter to the masses

Those letters that hurt carve you just the same

I know they say find peace within a soul

Everyone does it easy, some of us battle a little more

Facades of faces, the role a hole holds

Today my brain is restless

Restless like an old woman’s joints

Joints covered by decades of menacing sickness

Hear the hope of a gospel that slowly anoints

Wear my words awake today and for all remaining days

Undressed I shall promise to stay

Only pale nakedness paves the righteous way

Think about it

Was I not honest my brother

When I asked you to love

To find me as pure as innocence

Once crippled by your father

Was I not real enough

When I held you up

Like the second after birth

A hidden diamond in the rough

Was I not empty already

When you took a stand boy

To disrespect what created you

To leave a wound vacant and heavy

Was I not in your lust

To evade the scavenger of the mile

To not be lied too or laid on

To see you ascend as ash from the dust

Was I not clear

When I told you I was a nation

A mother and a child

A queen in my own right

Never yours to vacation

Was I not ready

When I called your name

To be your saviour

With steady curves fused by beauty

Was I not free

Not as a state of mind

But as a dying tide

When I left you in me

Death

No matter how accustomed we get

We can never befriend death

Lonely like the creature

It comes in servitude to its master

Disdain iced in its mystical breath

The dictator, meditating on the unleashed wrath

Death never forgives, seldom forgets

It visits the weary the ones posing regret

Dressed in dark violet apparel

Illuminated by the realms of heaven and hell

The songs are morbid and certainly presumptuous

Death preys on life, sinners are most scrumptious

I tried to meet her once

Slit my wrists and let the bloods join us in a trance

She was draped in her cold

She had crept into my brain like fungus, a growth of mould

Her presence scared me to her name

They say she is only gentle to the lame

Even so I’ve never witnessed such brutal acquaintance

Bringing pain to the weak in travelling distance

When she takes her own so as to depart

Death steals your soul, your beating heart

Don’t try to pay off all linking debts

Death has no preferences when it comes to collect

Space

Possession stays and like obsession it prays

Two moments with yours truly

We’re gone just like a journey to go

Destiny drives deadly destinations

A juncture of us a while ago

Collecting a pile of stitchless lacerations

My flesh always leaves

To gain some sense of relief

My bones are spears against it

Yet the spirit always resurrects the dead

Like messages left behind to be retrieved

A corpse to my own mind

Bent over and under the bend

Captive in my own ruthless desires

Emotions are twisted potions

Memories are meant for the mourning

Person and prison in these clustered seizures

You know what it’s like

I think you’re in the moon most times

In the sweaty shade of the sun

In the rhythm and blues of the sky

In the fuel of my ruby red wagon

Burning and igniting like fresh blisters in reverence

My orbit

Day dream universe

God

Behold he goes before you

He says do not fear my child

For I have paved your way in all you do

Though the days might grow tender, harsh or mild

I have made the way

Though you may stumble and fall

You need not fear to pray

I assure you I have seen your future through it all

A future bright in light

This is because he is God our father&protector

We stay in his sight

Merciful as the maker

He forgiveth all our transgressions

Building us from the smallest grains of sands

We are here from a higher consciousness

As he strengthens everything just as planned

The word stays cemented in truth

We must put our trust in the lord

With grace empty hearts find reasons to sooth

His love is an endless energy supplying cord.

I call to you

My friend, our togetherness

I miss you in all your truthfulness

My lover apart from me

I see you running wild and free

My dad brittle and used

I hear you cry from being bruised

My mother tired and proud

I comfort you with calm voices loud

My enemy with relentless attempts

I dent you with my victory scent

My child so innocent and brave

I clothe you so to never become societies adolescent slave

My brother afraid and irate

I hold you to grow to a better state

My sister young and busy

I hide you from the lust that makes one dizzy

My old ones wise and well-suited

I honor you for your teachings that are still well rooted

My country nourished and African

I abide to you like an ancient san man

My people bending and working

I live with you as your formations that stay lurking

You, wondering as you roam

I love you for the heart that became everyone’s home

My God almighty and merciful

I pray to you for blessings that rest so powerful

The Poet

They say poets are sad and nearly miserable

Yet most find them elusive and quite desirable

A poet is a writer a master of creation

A skillful being behind the words of temptation

Their careful art is tainted with emotion

The flow from unavailable fingers  cursed by devotion

Arcane sensations that remain vocal and vain

The Doltish expectation to prevail as humanly sane

The noble lords hath named you passionate and crude

So from the produce of thy work you possess succulent brain food

An imbecile to the weight of love, anger and hate

Wiser than the years cowardly fit to translate

As deep as the pores of the descending ocean

As crafty as the young in their opening motion

Why would they dare to describe an entity so fair

Poets are the people who are smitten with seasons of intense care