Saturday, February 25, 2017

Key to Eternity

Don't dare  sleep tonight
There are stars still to count
Shake your head off empty
This misery knows not safety
Life shed in vain
Love shrinks with time
The mighty rust
Athirst for his-self
Preys on his births
And a benign welcome
Is due to new wakes
Like rain in thirsty earth
Every drop is counted
And his quake apprehended
With a grateful mild silence
His spring is but lavish
Be free as watery sky
Give yourself
Time is but shrinking bread
Satisfaction you never will know
Unless you yield
Right after death
silent it will be
Louder it'll scream
Echoes will wake us
We who came before
On the doors of eternity
Your soul will knock
None to open you'll meet
Yourself is the key
Wary you must be
Of the gate you'll open

Saturday, February 18, 2017


Artwork by Pennie Gibson

Sir, bow I'm writing
at lone island, not thinking
face smiling, heart shrinking
a man thinks, not thinking

God descend, realm is in my closure
thoughts are odorless, and not dreaming
but thoughts are me, mere my pleasure
a man is asleep. but not dreaming

Sound in background plays backward
melody is mute, I'm not hearing
in late memories (taste is awkward)
a man is speaking, I'm not hearing

Say I foretell stories in papers
would you buy me? Just asking
or if I was printed in fat-reddish letters
would you read me? Still asking

Think of a man with not a brain like me
given a pen or a world for living
at least a world, a pen he wouldn't see
if not for signing his name, a word for living
rd for living

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Some nights are longer than others. Some dreams are lighter than others. There are mornings I wake up with an urge to forget my name, to forget people and how to step, but still I cannot forget everything.
Some poems are soothing. Some moments are flavorsome and unkind. If only time would halt, I’d go out looking for a song
Left hung on his shoulders,
The mighty

Where I truly belong

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Bird of Paradise

Artwork by Irina Bara
I didn’t know you before
Navigating clouds of paradise
My lover’s name
The way I spell it ‘without feet’
It rhymes with soft waft
Underneath my wings

Keep vanity’s hands off,
The Bird of Paradise
Here’s the flame of affections
The chill of lonesome spirit
Humming through the chimney pathways
Illogically pretty (in Ngozi’ echo)

Your soul; old as ‘Thousand Hills’
Yet wise and beauteous, knows my fate
But (n)one of my faces,
And thus my heart, fell for nobody
Apparently nobody
But you, the Bird of my Paradise

In my muse I hearken to your songs
Roaming in the skies of my hut
In between glistening stars
My soul tails after you, gay and athirst
For the handsome wreath of halo behind your smile
Shadows the Goddess of beauty

Eventide, right before graceful slumber
I get caught in downpour of emotions
I but foretell
For the courage to reign shrank with the ages
Untiring ages, soul-prickers
Frap me with your wings, dear Bird of Paradise