The love i feel

the nature of love rests on my crisp blue collars
dancing in merriment against the scent of my.....thoughts
i love...the love i feel
the love that's sealed in my chest bouncing like rubber coated sand
on a red carpet...

the nature of love rests on my crisp navy-blue sleeves
screaming for the attention of my distracted....thoughts
to cleave to the hint of hope that it sees
Oh! they dance like "litttle people" gravelling at my painted nails and pedicured feet!!


i love the love i feel
so neat, so beautiful, so real

l love the love i feel...

Drizzle before the rain...

The night is still, the moon follows as fast as my thoughts touch with the sounds of birds
of shadowed bodies

The night is still, but only one third of the moon follows, my mind tries to shrug physicality and spirituality of what dusk spills on a simple soul

My heart captures the nocturnal happenings like the inevitability of gravity

We sat together and I’m reminded of true friendship and affection
Too soon for its extremities to be explored

My mind is erased of all memory and my heart journeys for answers
This confusion is driving me insane!


But who would believe that this is drizzle before the rain?

Your willing, hewn lips dribbled words I want to hear but doesn’t surface reality

I deliberately held your hands just to rekindle what I ONCE felt with a similar "race"

What I saw in another’s eyes………
Momentarily………too discreet but clear enough to recognize its trueness

As my mind compares the present with the past it’s almost impossible to decifer which ground my feet firmly stand…..that physical place of dust or grass
Or the world in which my sub consciousness resides
The world unknown to everyone else but me

But what’s the point in delving in this feeling when it cannot be shared with another?...
I’m baffled at how the human mind operates

On these very grounds my feet grind on its debri to keep level a soul which wanders, cautiously
Seeking worthy material
To inspire, recapture and refocus

One that aspires to bring difference to the table so that the world can
explore and seek to achieve peace of mind

And hope that… this serves two fold…

Grand dad

The metal plates clattered on the swinging bridge when smacked by a riveting four wheeler;cruising down its tedious length. Casting tainted air emanating from the stretch of calm waters; mothering stray matter without a sound of protest. The air faded and it's replacement hugged my senses with gracefulness.

I stuck my head through the window and allowed barely visible particles to brush my face and explore my hair follicles.
The sunset's gleam climbed on luscious green tree-tops which stand crowded on the river embankment and white birds ascended to the skies with their beaks still filled. It was then a familiar voice began to play in my head:



"Bad road, bad road what you gonna do?"

"what you gonna do when they come for you!!"



Roared the husky voice of my riant grandfather, Emile(Eh-mill) London. Driving at caution's pace; well within 40km per hour down a bumpy road leading to our usual Friday afternoon treat. The huge umbrellas, of the urban retreat, blanketed the plastic out door setting as the aroma of chinese food filled our noses.
The yellow teeth, straight- hair, slant- eyed owners always greeted us(my sister and i) with a cup of sweet bubbly aerated drink that popped on our tongues as we sipped in a way we had created and adapted.
Grandad would sometimes spend his time with our indigenous friends and conversed in a language my sister and i usually mimicked.



I shifted in the seat of the bus to occupy the vacant space next to me and smirked at the todler knawing the silk shirt on his mother's shoulders. I was immediately taken back to the house where i spent the first four to five years of my life.

The two-storey brown and white structure of fine wood-work sat on the corner of two roads; only a block away from the Roxanne Burnham Backlands commonly known as the Cane fields. The 'red-brick' roads saddled memories of kite-flying.Also, spills of swank by my sister and i which took place during our slurping and gulping 'fiesta' after a heated chase of "catcha" or riding our tri-cycle.
We caught lizards from our trees and staggered them with a piece of wood. Stole a syringe from our uncle's desk drawer, filled it with tap water and injected the hapless victims until they bloated stiff!!
For our indoor trivia, we playfully smacked grandad's round, firm tummy and sang our favourite nursery rhymes until we were chased to bed.

The yellow rays slid on trees until they were well out of sight and nocturnal creatures sang to call their friends out and send early sleepers to bed. A time that reminded me of my more blissful moments....


Being loved and not spoilt, i took time to sample my grandfather's meals when i mounted on a chair and grinned until i got my satisfying share. Got the largest gift nestled under the christmas tree and received an allowance of 10 cents every Friday to purchase two icicles before he came blowing the horn of his white Mazda 323. He would clean my fingers and dust the fibre from the Day Care mattress, out my ribbon held hair.




His eyes always smiled to brighten up a gloomy day.


His arm of correctness and righteousness was strong and dependable. His nature and character were welcomed by many and i loved him sooo much.


The familiar scent of grazing cows dampened the cloud of my dream. The moist evening sand clung to my naked toes and i swayed, briskly, down the dim lit road; through the neighbourhood i now call home.

A disturbing force of gravity pulled my right leg into a pot hole and i began to sing the chorus from a Saturdy night Tv serial...



"Bad road, Bad road what you gonna do.......?"

Naughty

Clad in a spaghetti strap brown top and wholesome cotton panties
that accentuates my thighs and hugs the mouth of my upper legs!

With my hair drawn back and torso thrust forward comfortably in a one piece cushioned furniture
Tucked under a grilled and shaded window as dusk surrounds my timid soul like dew
Dew melting to steam as it confronts the heat of the room, of my body,
of the lap top?

With the glare of this wide screen technology as my company
My lips slowly visits the mouth of a water bottle; allowing every sip to stream down my throat to replenish thought and revitalize imagination

My passion is my focus
Beads of sweat trickle down by neck and flood the bridge of my nose
Feet clasped and panties neat
What on earth is causing this heat!!

Maybe it was wrong… but I invited a feeling
That flung my “guards” straight through the ceiling
I sprung up in effort to restore composure
Frantic, I sat down…
I gripped the furniture

Tossing and twisting… tossing and twisting

Deep puffs of air released insanely
But something……. is still not clear to me!!
As I heard voices grew in volume…you see
Close and strikingly familiar faces were clear and lively

Like the view of fishes through a Windex cleaned aquarium
Like sunshine after a rain storm…

The room was as bright as day
and I shifted for comfort in a another panty

and absorbed the conversation in a tone so gaily

then it occurred to me…
I was having a writer’s fantasy

Ghost of my heart

The intent of dusk visibly floods the streets, falls on the window panes of nearby houses and circulates my soul.....not to transfer its DNA
but to make clear a new path, a new cause, a new day?

Slender fingers grew warm to the sentiments embroidered beneath its breast
punching unpredictable keys
puppetted by unpredictable thoughts


I sat overwhelmed, foaming with questions on the quest for answers
like a spade digging and digging to the core
one as blind as your eyes but as sharp as your motive
quivering, creeping and infrared
staring and exploring a mind of interest

and yet you are that spade...
unless welded to satisfy a different purpose
will never gather enough... to fathom person, mind nor situation at hand

i dont blame you.....which mortal can?

eyes stare back
for what it already sees
but are you ready to listen to its story?
or is it perhaps you cant endure what.... it..has..to...offer?

i squirmed in restlessness and discomfort
each turn reflecting images of a face one carefully and thoughtfully painted on a paper,
shredded to a million pieces and scattered to its deserving demise...or so i thought
but like your laughs, charm and depth; they have conveniently found each other
by the mending , knitting and weaving of old-interests new !!

here i lay
embracing the progression from bliss to reality
like a child graduating from the myth of monsters in the dark to the age of puppy love
both blooming vague detail but reveals its truth overtime...intime

here i lay
wallowing on the promising trails of a brighter tomorrow
i dwindled, to a numbing shape
in the subtle, hidden confines of my mind

A place once comfortable
Frozen memories of cold dismiss
three of which/whom you are responsible

And now disturbing the dust and dusk of past
that's swept by a feeling that may never last
though mutually desirous of a different start

You are sadly pro-nounced as ... Ghost of my heart!

Proud and free!

Amidst the deep-green fields, stretching to a fainting distance buries the bones and footprints of my forefathers
My toes quivered at the loose dirt dancing under my feet
Throbbing now to the pace of my racing heart beat
I stand proud, black and worthy of this inheritance and rising knowledge to impart

Dark dust rises to re-create muscular, gyrating souls and tireless hands slashing trees, building tents, ploughing fields
And even more tender but weather-beaten hands picking cotton and dragging corn bags
the heavens darken to honor naked skins glistening with sweat
sharp leaves graze on backs throwing a fishing net
On these soaring grounds i stand proud, black and worthy

The offsprings of these hands and strength, drums a Yoruba feat.
Pulsating and gyrating in mad frenzy
Staggering rythmatically, and filling the moment, every chance they get
My people slaved, anticipated and celebrated 1838
the fundamentals of this history bids my soul free
chains burst from my ankles and wrists, freedom bellows through my soul, the mental shackles have been broken
here history unfolds

Drums ramble and rumble by hands young and old

So hang your worries on a shelf and emancipate yoself(twice)
free your minds, leap with your hearts
here is where black history starts
On these soaring grounds i stand proud, black, worthy and free!!

A night to remember...

Here i sit at the center of the moving world
fermenting with excitement, love and lust

My thoughts drifted but cleaved to the five senses like
killer claws wrapped around a scrumptuous feast!

Finger nails buried itself in cushioned furniture
perhaps too deeply as fraying fibres clung to its crevice
i clenched a fist....
fighting a battle with an enemy filling my veins as fast as lightening and as intense as my love

Toe nails sunk in sand as deep as leeches on tender flesh
my mouth widened but pain struck the sound
My flimsy dress... as loose as the action of acetone on hard nail polish; swayed to the tune of the
wind...

A tune that blinds and intoxicates without striking consciousness
like Vodka and orange juice......
ONE TOO MANY

i tried to resist but stifled my senses and caused a collision with my emotions!

CRASH!!!
Smell..Lust!, Touch...Excitement!, See...Love!
they raced like water thrown down a narrow Well
i clasped my feet to suffocate a deep, throbbing of some sort
that wasn't my heart!!
taken by a force; they stumbled and fell
Can never absorb only repel
like a moment's confrontaton with heaven and hell

Hands as soft as full fresh petals.....stretched and cupped my face
And a light.....bright enough to look at and narrow enough to direct a new path

I sat here....imbibed
my vision clear but purpose in formation
the throbbing subsided
focus divided but chanelled in peaceful equilibrium
touching with meaningful insight


blanketed by this... calm night

Retribution of an absent father

Mind and manners expelled the common-laws
too many have suffered his ruthless prevailing clause
But then he walked out on his family
relentless to the soaring possibilty
that this is seed for a fruitful life of misery

He rethinks his purpose but not man enough to face them
shame!!.....rotted in the crevices of his conscience
Curling in a fetal position which served as an emblem
for his ,once, well awaited return
budding comfort...which diminishes as fast as lightening
nothing averts the self-inflicted hurts

inescapable of his past
this lesson he suffers to learn

Tears trickled from the wrinkled contours of his aged eyes
each drop emanating the stench of regret
that lingered since the day he left
a stench which haunts and disturbs his peace
as if... convicted of theft

neglected six boys, three girls and a wife
almost led the woman to use the knife
took a new woman into his life
bearly comprehensive of her identity and her face the pinnacle of vanity
Cursed the hands that fed him
and scourned his bouncing offspring

then walked out
all poisonous fruits of his insanity

now no proper job he keeps
and struggles painfully to heal the flesh deep wounds
by inviting souls of confused identity to share his bed

you see... these wounds transformed to lacerations of disgust and self pity
for these reflected images of his first Be-wed

time passes........
on this bed he lay
the contours on his face deepened
his day as dark as night
future blurred but past bright
this father hopes to find his way...

To...me

Her grace it held my eyes at bay
my chest would start to race
i fumble thinking what to say
i'd blink and see her face

My eyes have seen what Gods could make
that comes from deep within
oh stomach cease thy lustful quake
the arrows took the win

At night i'd close my eyes and try
to get her off my mind
but how i feel through days gone by
her heart i long to find

Misguided

.....she swayed across the room to
.......capture my eyes
........slowly and skilfully to earn
..........her well-deserved prize
............i looked, she shook
..............but the flimsy dress
............... she wore above her knee
..............and under her breast didn't have to speak out
...........because even dim-lights illuminated
........the guy she danced on
.......bore features of a boy-scout
...young enough to be my son
.old enough to be your brother
.....................................................our eyes now four
................................................wondering how could a woman meet
.........................................such an unmentioned score?
.....................................and..who is.. her mentor?
..............................my first visit; her job
........................my damnation; her resolution
.....................she approached and dangled a condom for me to see
.................. brushed her scarf above my knee
.............and flung the contents of the wrapper aside
.........just as she did with her pride and dignity

....a perfect actress
..the world her stage

...a woman who never knew her worth
........and traded her soul for far less
..........than dirt
............HIV POSITIVE
..............Sliding on poles, seducing switched sexes
.... .........clad in torn panty hose
.............HER PERROGATIVE
..........Or maybe not.....
.......you guys figure the rest
.....just remember regardless of your....situation or mess
...NEVER EVER SETTLE FOR LESS

Fantasy

To infringe on principled inheritance

To cast aside and turn attention away from

To endulge in that which had destroyed some

To participate and be idly indiscriminate

like a magnet it pulls closer and closer to your 'lethal' demise



Pin-pricking at your conscience

Pleading for a try.... just once

subtle and exciting

intimate and mesmerizing!!


To drift into a new dimension

Colliding with freaky thoughts of want and self-gratification


Thought upon thought

it lingers......

eyebrows raised in possible extremities

daring minds, willing whispers
clasped legs, creative callings


Opportunity knocks but no one answers

A dream in cloud

almost realistically endowed

by this spirit housed by this skin of black smoke

squirting ink which intoxicates and creates

like a whale caught in a tilapia's net


watching, wishing, waiting

to be:
creeping and striding
dressed and naked
eating and ravenously hungry
fickle and stable

Stroking impulses in a mind so gaily

All emptied in a river of fantasy

Saturated

The air in the room tightened around my face

I breathed abnormally like a mutant with an enlarged heart

Pounding through my chest

Like drums held closely to my breast

I stared; nothing appeared meaningful

But me!!

The walls of the room drew closer

building tension in every way it could

I am….. Where you are……lost and seeking

I pushed the walls with all my might

I quivered and fight

Sprouting a field of roots

Nervous with freight

I am……Where you are……ANGRY

By whom?

Neither of us can presume, consume nor assume

For we….. have failed to respect

And vandalized labeled hurdles

At loggerhead’s; we willingly adjust

Too high and haughty to exchange words we once confide

Too great to show emotions…none can hide

What more do you want me to do?

Spin in your troubling winds of disaster?

Sway to your timeless, tuneless song of misery?!

I AM WHO I AM

ONCE CREPT AND WEPT

NOW WALK AND TALK

The Times are different

The leaves no longer shiver but leap to the howling winds

The skies gleam differently today

Feathered flock disperse

Herrings reign and sharks refrain

I AM WHO I AM

The shackles have broken

The slaves are free

I AM WHO I AM

I AM ME….

Sinking Softness

I choose to relive the season of sinking softness

When shooting stars kissed

And silliness was in mind, a bliss

And nothing else mattered….

Not even my name on Santa’s list?!

I often wonder……..if I had allowed the valves of my heart to

re-inact that poetic part

And follow the seam which love’s passion may redeem

Just to explore the unraveling sequence

I hate to think we’ll be sour still

For with every action follows a consequence……

Missed

I thought of you this morning

Holding memories that we framed in our head

And though you’ve sought a different life

I’ll never forget…… perhaps until the daisies’ roots tickle my graveyard’s bed

I thought of you this morning

And reminisced on our club- nite days-

when I stiffened with nervousness and you laughed

……....as loud and bright as the sun’s stinging rays

I thought of you this morning

Gliding on our once well weaved friendship

So close that many questioned possible kinship

Now the leaves have fallen and the insects have metamorphosised

The stars disappear at dawn’s first gaze

Still even as the days quickly drift

Time will never be enough to trim such memories

For with each thought of you; blossom new grins and new laughs

Like fresh flowers in a new vase

Innocent By-stander

She stood ….at the window… pressing her finger tips against the pane

Skating down the street pavement… was a dog walking a man.
She grinned……sipping, happily,… the funny things in life
Soon after, a mother… hurriedly dragging her two year old to the pedestrian crossing…then slapped the toddler on his bottom… for crying
He threw himself to the ground and… shouted for his Dad!
She squirmed …‘How sad’

Obliquely opposite her position, painted a scene:
A man… gripped the head of his girlfriend,..planted a kiss on her
forehead and
spat in her face!
Then shouted “Get out of this place!”

The girl at the window pressing her damp fingers against the glass

She sobbed… only to hear…the turn of the door knob
Carla swung around and ran… to the open hands set before her
Without question warmth of affection,… stirred abundantly through her

Her Dad pulled the window and… leaned his head also
She stared
She smiled………nothing was a mess
She smiled…whilst viewing… the bird’s nest
She smiled…this sweet…
little child

Wolves... "Sheep"

When I entered the room,
silent murmurs and whispers deafened alert ears
Though your mouths without movement
and your thoughts concealed
Your eyes never failing
glowed with gossip; motionlessly revealed

Or perhaps thoroughly evaluated for subsequent same
You approached calmly and my hands soiled with deceit
As they knit, a perfect fit
Almost swallowed this seemingly sincere bit!

Your lips dripping with false praise
Your shoulders pressed to mine
Simultaneously and skillfully
When I’m easily the prey
The next victim in line

From friend to foe
A fitting title for a seed you sow........!!

My spirit is strengthened, armor adjusted and my literary tongue
as sharp as the point of my pen
So ‘look out!' for I will be writing about you……
AGAIN
If that doesn’t help, just turn around
And you’ll see me
differently then!

A New Birth

Lost in emotion, covered with reluctance
Cuddled by fingers which know every passing frozen ear and exposed cold teeth

Fingers gloved with residual wordless, soundless cries for warmth, thirst and rest
On a cushioned seat, every sound a thunderous reminder of the coming hour

Lost in emotion, cornered with reluctance, dipping in feign
Wishing it was rain!

To embrace the fraying strings of this soul to feel this place!
so bright; so light!

Or this place so bright; so light! to embrace the fraying strings of this soul?

Maybe nature would lend a healing hand and condescend
So that the light of inspiration blinds…………

My head guarded by this roof of no life, no mother,
repelling sound which
cannot be repeated
cannot be interpreted but certainly damaged until something or someone recognizes its purpose
Touch and make new again!

Like this soul
Cannot be interpreted but……

This world bears souls ravenously seeking that which exists
And that which fights for existence

I sit under these dotted skies
as its gleam weave these fraying strings to rope
Rope which cannot be damaged, destroyed or detached

A rope which sow this poetic piece
And harvested Venus’ Sheets

Sweet Woe'

Inhaling deeply the morning air, blended with the loquacious sounds of winged animals as their silhouette figures synchronized on calm waters

A luminous display of a well-known saying!

Alongside this blissful scene, carved this feminine soul
Callous and graceful stepping on luscious green grass, they too erect even after the trespassing of naked feet

A feeling provoked…….relived….yearning for the caress of masculine hands which spoiled once painful ankles and soar toes
A lasting scent like the sweet- stench lingering in the thick fabric of his clothes
Caught in the depths of this cocoa brown nose

Clinging to the senses of this soul; clad in white overalls which glided ,like a raft at sea,
on shapely secrets of a purposeful woman to be!

A mind taken back to a room where she first bathed in words of affection spilling from lips of switched religion!

Lips ONCE pressed gently against her cheek causing quivers and shakes in fierce revolt
Not knowing what this wretched world holds……

Her thoughts shook by the winds of time
Time which foresees…reveals and time which heals

Fourteen months have passed even the masqueraders have changed their colourful, crafted masks

The morning air now a viscious wind
howling, screaming and casting shadows-dwarfed;
to the mercy of the ceiling

She stepped as wilted leaves swarmed the path before her
To make clear the coming of her hidden WILL

With toes nestled in the ground, persevering throughout the pain, cold and flame
Echoed a voice from the ravages of the hills
“GOD LOVES YOU AND HE’LL KEEP YOU STILL”

La Familia

A heart throbbing, relentlessly to the sound of familiar voices;
holding insightful memory of familiar faces but leaves no traces of enthusiasm....her
Earlobes cold and all its "attachments"
triggering no impulse but procrastinates to burst chains around worthy reaction

Jaws widened to release a heated rush of emotions
to the brim with adrenaline,
screaming words of mortal sin!

Her face, though 'coloured' dark brown, outshines actual brightness
but doesn't even touch with superficial relevance to the moon or the sun
because she forgets !!...that the creator of these fine things is the
only 'being' to shatter a phase like this

They scream too; spitting words of societal disgust, personal discomfort
packaged with selfishness, cornered with belligerence!

"Every man for himself"

SHE screams AGAIN, resounding adversity heard even by the concrete walls!
But they chose oblivion because their....
earlobes cold, too, and all its "attachments"
every fibre of this feminine soul stood naked, unarmed and WORTHY

Targeting 'enemies' with mirrored intent!
Unconscious and apathetic... as they may seem......she,too,
hardly knew that she was slave to this inherited 'gleam'

...........................................................................................................

03-2009

You see....... sometimes in my quiet moments
I close my eyes and allow my thoughts to communicate with nature

A language relative to that of a Roller Coaster ride
Wild ,exciting, filled with spontaneity but still driven with tactful sanity to
keep you on track

Even though the turns may appear or seem too risky !
Mama always told me "You mould your destiny, i only suggested a path"

But yet I've lived to see and feel life's wrath
So....I'm gonna say to you
" i suggested a solution, you do the math"

love Is........?

As peaceful as tidal waves splashing gently against a rugged boat
Rocking to the rhythm of the afternoon breeze; impregnated with nature's infinite invisible anatomy
Explosive to attentive ears, leaping to ear drums, turning a tuneful key of tranquility

At sunset; the sun kisses the sea leaving orange shimmers on her cheek.... wearing a permanent mark
Like that of lipstick which at night fades but..... never disappears

As natural as day
As natural as a kiss to calm neurotic nightmares
As natural as a mother's care

Can we love like this?

Lips brushed, slightly parted to suck breaths of bubbling anxiety
clouding suspense of what's yet in store
jittering eyes, trembling hands, sailing souls
Hugging noses and bodies......... sweetly sore

Physical.....isn't it?

But.........what is love?

Love stirs and lifts the core
the core of thought and honesty

buries wrong and surface right
chemistry claps and fault, eternally, naps
showers rainbow colours of subliminal insight

Can i love?

Maybe i can kiss and be kissed
Smile and be humored
Sing and be serenaded

Touch and be......

I've grown cold; fearless and bold
Assertive and narcissistic
True love? I am optimistic


You said " I love you"
those words I've longed to hear
but withered in wait, sunk in restlessness and
died in hope

You said "I love you"
But the responsive remains ....swept from the dusty roads, gathered from seasonal winds and
scooped from a parched soul.... is not enough to even thank you for bold-ness or kind-ness or
simply for..... loving me

This is not the desired twist of things
but this is my position and the burden of what this confession
....your confession brings

Can i love?

Mustered reaction now washed to shore
To hold and calm your shaking hands
and thaw your frozen thoughts
This..... is all i can offer
This...... and..... nothing more

Another day...

Tainted air swept my nostrils but not enough to devour the aroma of flavoured ice-cream
Diagonal in view.. sat an old East Indian woman possessing eyes the size of a silver headed thumb tack and as hollow as an ant- infested tree trunk.

She tugged at her receded black hair whilst her lips raced, silently.... a small way of releasing her troubles colliding with and out-numbering the characters in this lively yet gloomy afternoon scene

I felt claustrophobic and ill

My focus now, on another woman whose "behind" fell to her seat...like a ripe fruit from a tree.
Her thin, wrinkled body clad in a flimsy dress and hair,coarse grey, braided and entwined with brown streaks of thread hanging from a wide rimmed hat appearing from the 17th century! . The hat moved as her mouth danced up and down, round and round, oozing "spit-icle" which accumulated at the side of her lip less mouth. A timely, barely dental exercise on each bite on a buttered- mini sandwich.

Characters dainty, bold and others plain presumptuous!! Expressions dribbled generously from their eyes and painted brightly on their faces...

An observant character, however, clad in navy blue sat quietly inhaling a scenery of unique souls. None acknowledging her presence; most of whom not aware that's she's even there!!

But she's real enough to know that this moment cannot be rein acted, relived or replayed.

like the hours, like the moons, like the seasons
their memories will fade

Forgetting....
.... or simply not knowing that
.....this moment was made....

Moon Gazer

I sat and thought of times we had
You know.......us three!
Gathered thoughts on talks we had whilst blissful to her influencial degree

Tonight she stands most bold and bright as passing clouds swayed along,
they too, in trance to her sensual song
One may ask " why do you glare at her?"
A question not even i can provide a suitable answer

Altered lives with unblemished perfection
Thrust through souls and induced an incurable infection
My place, however, is not to wear your thoughts on known facts about your moon
She has you for three nights!!
I'm infected even at noon

Leonidas you can win this fight!!!

But what i really wanted to say is
"Redeem yourself and
have a long daggering night!"

This is my poem

I stand before you not as my noted profession but as a student
You see, there's still a word, a phrase, a sentence yet to be manipulated
A thread yet to be untangled
A cloth yet to be designed
A person yet to touched
A seed yet to be sowed

...................this is my poem..........

I stand before you forceful but humble
Your collective energy makes my job easy
My material undresses my emotions
What i feel, my thoughts unreel
......................................................................
Though my words maybe like a head of hair
A head of hard, natural hair
Through every sound, gesture......s-t-r-e-t-c-h of my tone
I'll define each strand just to fulfil your demand

...................this is my poem................

Tables turned; let me teach you
lend me your hand.......your mind's hand
so that i can lure you melodiously, eloquently

Take me in........every part of me
like the sweet scent of perfume, like ice-cream, like chicken supreme
like your favourite dish, like a blissful dream

Untie those hands..........let stress and frustration sink
................i want you to think...............

Lend me your hand...........your mind's hand
Trust in mine to hold and to guide
And clap to the beat of my music
All of you, not just a few

..............this is my poem.....................

There's no compromise
this is why i comprise !!
i can feel it
it's gigantic, it's energetic ,it's electric, it's prophetic, it's psychic, it's poetic, it's pragmatic
A PANDEMIC
Not to inhibit and infect but to create a whole new mindset


I can feel it........I can feel it
I ask for nothing more in return but your hands
Your mind's hands
......................THIS IS MY POEM...............

You Are!!

Why am i constantly reminded of you?

Why am i assiduously seeking your influence?

Why do i feel like a leech?

Sucking up every last drop of what you willingly "pour out"

your heart wine

Your thoughts bread

Your words bitter-sweet

Vital ingredients of a recipe which, when eaten, lingers a perpetual taste of truth and introspection
None of which i can live without

Forgive me for my idiosyncrasies

like you, i too, need to shatter the walls built to shield crucial criticism


like you, i too, need to hold my own banner boldly defining my purpose and my place

like you, i too, need to 'dig' within and dust the dirt off the treasure, i know exists

like you, i too, need to claim what's mine with clenched fists

like you, i too, need to re route from the road of pessimism

like you, i too, need to avoid doubt's sinking sand



I beg of you to hold your faith

You'll always have my loyalty

I just need your hand

Look at me..........

Look at me, no...... closer, so that i can peep into your thoughts

your eyes a gateway to those thoughts

But first you need to look at me

face to face

eye to eye



speak to me with sealed lips

and attentive eyes

hug me with its warmth

warmth from your 'captivating eyes'


your eyes
speaking a language well-known

readable eyes??.......saying "you're not alone"

droopy eyes, like those of Sylvester Stallone


Bold eyes??... yielding to the beauty before them

like a sharp spear thrusting through barriers

barriers of indecisiveness
barriers of womanhood
barriers of hidden affection

Holding firm; protruding, piercing through

every moment......devouring every action contemplated

Causing 'one' to deviate from consequences destined to be

no time is wasted as it crashes against a wall

once steel, now plain old sponge



Eyes exploring a world of 'lust' and tragedy
the kind that narrates my life history
like a book; with excellent calligraphy

Like a whip lash, grabbing soul and
weakening knees
an author to a new version of the "birds and the bees"

Questioning soul, in turn, showers favour
questioning soul bolting shoulder-strong
armed, too, with a spear deemed similar

"Who's to win?" is a question unanswered
for time......and only time
will either dissolve or resolve'
its outcome .........if at all

IF AT ALL...

I'm free!!

I listened not; to the language of 'predatory' tongue
Lying in a tunnel of soft, kissable flesh because every word released, appeared as chocolate coated m 'n' m's

I listened not; to the preferences of 'predatory' thoughts because it came from someone i sincerely admired.......i look within and beyond the feature of gems

I listened not; to the preferences of 'predatory' mind: tennis rackets, pool sticks and cursor clicks
because i appreciated thee.....
With hovering eyes peering through settled waters and a pencil tired of gripping, slippery slender fingers
Thank you:
For sunrise and moonshine moments of walks and poetry
For text messages sent in time to comfort me
For affection enough to last!................
For ravelled thoughts of mystery

For shackles broken
Im free! I'm Free!

Kissing Hands

Palm to Palm
Fingers lay lazy, limp and lifeless.....
seemingly burdened and loveless
But certainly stimulated by mutual feelings of fondness and fancy

Twingling in response to an amazing, sweeping feeling

Disembodied hands

Unravelling a clear, giant screen footage
expressing a million words
a million unspoken words

Picture perfect! Too perfect?!

Sole conscience reminded of such a feeling
A feeling provoked by simply hand holding
Kissing hands.........

Quivering in delight causing "souls" to wonder and wander
in this chilly, chilly cool night
Souls, somewhat, epiphanizing intimacy
willingly exploring a deeper meaning
intricately arousing!!

And to think i didn't want this

fooling myself with this notion
Inescapable of the mammalian's secret potion

Eyes locked....fingers tightened.....feelings hightened
like a kiss, i never had or one, perhaps, different
how quaint?....how queer?....how coy?

Kissing hands....
who could ever believe
a kiss can be like this?

Wrists in motion
Curious hands.....teasing hands.....unassuming hands
retrieving and releasing
characters within
unfolding and inviting caresses and grins

even after we were finished
i couldn't imagine us lip-locking
for this has created quite a similar effect

Fulfilling, breath-taking and
certainly mesmerizing......

The Redolent Moon

Recently, i've shared the origin of my writings with a friend whom i'm elated to acknowledge as an ardent reader of my blog.
This, however, is the night that birthed the appreciation and significance of nature ;more so the full-moon. Having been privileged to listen to some personal interesting stories of another friend. I'm now compelled to treat life and its ingredients differently through which i've noted some of my very own fond memories.


She sat relaxed in a fine, wooden piece of furniture. The "chair of bliss", she called it and willingly allowed her thoughts to "engulf" the radiant, luminous figure which stood erect in the moonlight sky.The full, pale yellow beauty immediately reminded her of someone. Whom i'm sure is smiling wherever he is.His name escaped her lips... Completely aware of the phenomenal effect it has on him. Eyes a glow and legs clasped firmly together, only the heavens knew what she thought of there after!

this was written, truly, to express some gratitude based upon what we spoke about. Intrigued, he had asked for another part which i, surprisingly, whipped up in a jiffy!

Her name whispered!" was a clear, soft masculine, familiar voice. Little did she know that her dreams were yet to be realized when a warm, all ecstatically consumed figure, crept up behind her; and skilfully glided his slender fingers across her cheek and behind her ear...now revealing, a once hidden and very bashful eyes. Full of feminine boldness and bliss beyond mortal understanding!The hairs on her neck tinged in response to the amazing feeling which swept over them. They kissed...quite similar to the one on his 21st birth night celebration.Bahama Breeze was the venue. As stolen lips wrestled They both embraced a sexual experience with bitter-sweet difference, and slept peacefully that night...

i , too, found this intriguing and continued to journey the field of my imagination.


Drawn i was by the sinking softness of my pillow and moonlit beams dancing on my roof. They danced with passion, fueled with vigor. Cloudy eyes gazed earnestly, questionably loosing the battle with sinking softness.

Then! wide awake, my eye lids batted, where do you go!? aired my shaken voice; Where do you go? Now clear and curious. Only to receive a meager response; 'We'll return...! Familiar folks and frenzy await us!...We waited...I wasn't ready! i interrupted!

But before i can give voice to protest, my room went pitch black! I sat up and saw their pale yellow master taken by a cloud....i thought, 'if only life was so simple, predictable, imaginable!'

I then surrendered to sinking softness...wished thoughts of a particular, peculiar friend, who not only brought memorable delight, but life long twilight dreams...lying side by side

Rise in love

From a late night social to a rocking lacquered chair

Had a bath; combed my hair

Gripped my pen, fingers tight

And started writing in this motionless, pale night



Eyes burning at 1:00am which reminds me......

my skirt!

i need to hem



Overwhelmed with emotions

Die hard emotions...

Buried and resurrected

Banished and embraced



Another hour, torn away

Pure thoughts of a better day!



'why now?' i asked myself

'why now?'..... when, i know, i placed you upon a shelf

Shrugged feelings of past, splattered on the walls

lingered and lingered

too thick 'n' hard to remove and too bright to ignore!!

too soon to inhale its pungent scent!

Haunting memories of what's yet to come

how dumb? ; a shot of Eldorado rum?

thoughts frozen and...... feet numb



A silly story misconstrued

Seeking anecdote to change the mood!

' i loved..........
i loved you ....so much

Plain english .......no french nor dutch!



A scribbled symphony;short but new

Given 'space'

And i waited, silently, in moping disgrace

Harsh reality, hitting core

i wished you hadn't tell me more


But tell me.....'Were we so meaningless?'
that you couldn't explain, could not confess?

I wrote to you;prompt and true
Blind and deaf to this so-called 'boo'

Don't worry tho'
amidst the ruins of this' lovers' den
a strong heart, 'he' had bestowed

For i will rise
Rise in love again!

Despair

9:53 to 10:53


the heavier the drizzle grew; the thicker the gloom

60 minutes of horns, glaring street lights, vehicles......
everywhere
and the moon, though far, shimmered in the night's subliminal 'fanfare'

An hour redolent of romance
In the passenger seat; peeping up to the dotted skies
oblivious to a conversation solitary
only recognizing my company when wrinkled hands stretched out
to comfort me

COMFORT ME!

ME?, who appeared sane
ignorant to the world of pain?

ME? healthy and plump
Aint give a damn about the next
'dump'

'Soaking wet' from head to toe

Still to the night
Still to the flow
Still to the "knodding"

i'm now in my chair
'You're not here'

wear 'n' tear
far 'n' near
to 'n' fro

Slowly drowning
i miss you much
just so you know

Deep and wide
let me finish, ' i'll swallow my pride'
here and there
i wished this feeling can be compared!

Shake 'n' bake
Embrace me soon for heaven's sake

Calm 'n' just
'Come back, you must'
Come close, i'll try not to be verbose
(Bear with me)

i'm almost done

changed my pen
kiss of bliss
remember this!

I love you still
And i always will!

Shapeless love

Bright room, dark blinds, creamy walls

Shadows creating imaginative wonders and.........slow tapping



sleepy head propped on tired hads, eyes dim and thoughts interrupted by...... tapping

............rhythmic tapping



"where does it come from?"



the night cool, inviting sound sleep



two distant hearts beating



one for the other



i lied still allowing 'you' to inhibit and manifest in my subconsciousness

( 'why?' haven't you done enough damage?')



I lied still waiting for brain to convert, translate and exhuberate poetry?!





i'm thinking of you, yes you, and all that we shared together



Tap..TAP...TAP growing in rhythm and volume as rational thinking unfolds ?? intentions

TAP! now with life and vigor

None of which i can seem to find eversince my last entry



What will resuscitate consciousness........dwindle depression and sink pessimism?

and even with this unexplained feeling i, somewhat, attract befriended and acquainted relations



i tried reaching out to you but my arms seemingly short at every attempt.



I LOVED YOU



Flooded with disappointments, i couldn't go on!

Every word uttered, fell on deaf ears and slippery shoulders

like a rolling stone, you gathered no 'moss'



I LOVED YOU....'do you hear me?'

I LOVED YOU



my soul finally afloat and unburdened



i wanted to............



hm......the time has passed!



this................this distance

my heart shrieks at incomprehensive,

indeciferable reason.......for distance