BITTER PLAITED

Beware when her hair is rubber plaited

And her ears carry no rings

Beware when her shoulder pads her lofty

And her face snowy white

As she lives her youth in adulthood

When many men have seasoned past

Without a second glance

Don’t be fooled by her long looks

They do bear the state of the mind

Beware for they are on the edge

Ticking bombs waiting to explode

Don’t be fooled by their bibles

It hasn’t set them free

It has them in locks

Locks of bitterness

In the doctrines of men

Their hearts only revile

They could kill you on trousers

If it doesn’t match their gowny skirts

Trousers they cherish to wear

Trousers they try on in those closets

They could slice off your lips

Beautifully adorned with gloss

As theirs dry up hard

Glosses they wipe off at the mention of a footstep

And earrings they tear off at the turn of the knob

The mirrors bear witness

Watch your backs if your braids are long

Braids they long to wear

They have strangled you in their hearts with them

Their consolations is that you are hell bound

With their hands white clean

And hearts doctrine hardened

They are judges with filthy nails

They fast with mouths unwashed

And speak words that stink

The standards are gallow high

Yet the heart wants what it wants

While the maker speaks moderation

But what will man say?

BITCHES AND GENTLEDOGS

What concord between the thistle and thorn?

Even love had an eyebrow to raise

The chameleon sees the green mamba in the grass

But what it is doesn’t matter

Just  then the scorpion falls fond of the cobra

She slithers as he hunts

The aculeus kisses the fangs

Steam of passion spiced in the cauldron of deceit

Strings attached to whatever we will have

I know the truth

The truths are lies

It’s after all a game

You land the honey pot

I want the money pot

So he shows up in the suit of darkness

Transformed into an angel of light

With promises of heaven to give

While I know he is resident in hell

I just swam across the lake of fire too

While our rendezvous emits heat

Every bead of sweat well concealed

Our hearts cannot be broken

I see your fangs of insincerity

And you see my aculeus filled with lovely deceit

I am lustful I agree

Yet i can tell you are loverupt

You mastered my stings

And I tempered your darts

Let us drink till our hearts bleed

Potioned drinks in poisoned goblets

The drink you brought

The goblet I served

Pains we trade in smiles

Hearts apart in miles

How can we both lurk at each other?

We both know we going no where

Though I tell you that

The bells will never ring

Your fingers will I never adorn

Bite a piece of me

While I Suck a whole of you

It’s after all dead on arrival.

The Lynching Pack

That macabre sirened shrill

An eruption from the cradle of pain

Its forbidden resonance a corpse to jerk

This shouldn’t at all thrill the heart

But to the living dead a tune

As the dance of horror these ruthless specie performed

In the stony grave of their cold hearts

Theirs is that judgement seat

Where there are only slaying prosecutors

And only a few tearful yet silent defence counsels

Where judgements are passed at a lethal beckon

No ears for fair hearing

Where he with all the sins

Shall cast the first and last stones

The firing squad a haven

Than to fall into the blood drooling hands

Of these haunted jurors

Whose hands armed with hateful devices

For displays the devil cannot invent

A courtroom where pleas for mercy

Fuels depraved rage

Now man seek to outdo man in horror

A showmanship of medieval reawakening

Skull shattering presentations

Tarsalled and metatasarlled vicious dissections

Peltings of death

Where the stone kills

And the fire brings back to life

The court bursts into heartless guffaws

At the sight of this blazing dance

The tunes played by demons

No exorcist can save now

The rest a statue erected for nauseous tourist attraction

All for a morsel of porridge without request

Neither for exchange

The Price

Gentle and calm spirit of love
Breezes in soothingly
Like the tender wind of dusk
Caressing my troubled spirit
Cooling off the embers of throbs
Grieving my tumultuous being

Your calm I need not now
But your rods and chisels
Now I need
The hard hitting of your hammers
The peelings I desire
That tranquility only the noise can bring

Break me down O gentle spirit
Wreck the walls of flawly fondness
Rip me off this slippery highway
Rid me of my tresured vile playthings
Drag me form the dining of my cravings
Stand for me when I get to that sinking zone

Flush the stinky slime
Tear open my graspy palms
Don't mind my sweltering tears
Let your rod descend in the field of tussles
Be ruthless at work and be a sulfuric gentle fire
Am just a helpless puppet on sin's strings

Yes I bleed now cut loosed
All covered in bruises
The wounds fresh and open
Down on my knees it stings
The recovery nigh
Harvested for the holy hills

Tomorrow is Now

Tomorrow is now
Many a today we have squandered
While yesterdays have records of our spinelessness
Oppressed by the shadows of terror
Our cheeks have they slapped
And our heads they kick about

Tomorrow is now
That cleansing we need for this wreckage
Too much blood spillage
Too many overpriced and wanton official voyage
Too many years of voltage outage
Too many years of treasury leakage
Too many justice miscarriage

Tomorrow is now
That purging we need
Our lands are belching drunks
Drunk from the flaming goblets of blood
Terror has power and might in chains
Let their gluttonous blood wash
As I lick the sodium off their steeled faces

Tomorrow is now
The hat has put honour to shame
The centenary  madness just proved
A fruitless confab won't do
When reprobates speak for me
We have had enough of grey strands and rots
Now is the time for fresh red pints

Tomorrow is now
A rising no bullet can stop
When the jungle realizes its strength
The Arab spring can attest to that
Laos nods in agreement
Tomorrow ripe for the taking
Cursed if we sit and watch

Tomorrow is now
I demand an explanation
Why I have to beg for my needs
When I should be asking for luxuries
Why you think you are just good enough for me
If I won't fight
Where is the work

Tomorrow is now
Let the drums beat a revolt
From Modakeke  to Aba
Let the furious volcanoes of change erupt
From Kafancha to Bonny
Who will lead? I was asked
Maybe the damsel Sarafina will.

TORN

Oh my heart my heart
My core crest
Though large a chest
But can take only one pearl
As  my head like a pirate raids the islands of bevies

Oh I tried I tried
I did ran away so many times
But my heart my heart keeps racing back
Heeding to her soundless calls
Bond to a cordless tie

Oh  my head my head
Will you just let me be?
Your ways too hasty
So unruly and ruthless you are
Thou clock hand compass

Oh this war this war
Raging in me
Thou head and thy allies
Like a boa constricts me
For a tempestuous and tempting treaty

Oh my soul my soul
Thou mediator
Calm  thou calleth
It's time to drop the arms
For the Lord's peace talk

Rain Reign

Suddenly the scorching sun sets in surrender
As the gentle clouds in gloomy frown decree a recess
The celestials announce an awakening
Out of deep slumber the thunder rumbles
Then the happy go-lucky lightning flashes around

The thirsty crusts sigh in relief
As the overzealous wind
Announces the message of the skies belligerently
Slamming the doors and scattering the piles
Then the pelting in ferocity

The stale air smells fresh now
Conveying a concoction
Of the mixed feelings of nature
Cooling the nasal canals
While the rainbeats tickle the ears

The leaves are greener
The stems are darker
After a torrential bath
Brighter the pebbles smile today
Washed anew are the tars

The  umbrellas rise to salute the season
The canals go feverishly drunk
The gutters belch in gluttony
The urchins scamper in pants
As mothers armed with screams give a hot chase

Now the incomplete yearns for a blanket
While the whole knits to that fraction
For the warmth the cold brings
The rain announces it's reign
The earth is washed anew.