The Devil's Bride

I do not understand

Why the sun had to rise

In the chilly dawn

Why the moonlight is here so soon

The stars taste like sour grapes

And the morning

I may never see again

I do not understand

Why I have no choice

And years could not

Bear me witness

As age raped the

Voice out of me

My heart baked so early

I do not understand

What I think I know

How evil births righteousness

And dogma stampedes logic

Even if the sun will raze the earth

The young petals die so quickly

Withered in the heat of doctrines

 They all merry in this fog

As the lion comes for the cub

His finger my wrist

The knuckles on my chest to suckle

Tonight will the sea pour into the dam

Yet I will not cry

For the law I shall poison

Ploughed

Like a land readied for a planting season

So do I feel cultivated

With seeds of celebrated afflictions

I carry a scar of identity

Carved by this brutal sculptor

My infantile pleas ignored

Verdict tradition had passed

Cursed be the blades

That dug fierce furrows on my face

For a crime of ancestry at conception

My face a papyrus for cursive hieroglyphs

Now I revile the mirrors

And ignore my reflections

Am comforted by my shadows

Every day I rue the ridicule

The pathetic jeers and stares

At the graphs plotted on my face

Six dual lanes on a human cheek

Slices and cracks

Civilization came late

For this eternal mask I must wear

Bloody Friction

 Like a chained rabid dog

His seething hormones drag him on a walk

In the wilds of scream

As this raven lost in a randy cock

Gives a grasping chase

His prey tied in his cabling veins

                                                      

As he pegs her in the bed of thorns

Into shreds she was torn

Shattered like a broken glass

A husk of a corn ripped

Before the time of harvest

Her screams quieter than silence

Her pleas made to a wall

Buttons rolled like a game of dice

His bloody mooned eyes sparkled

Tears from her eyes he makes stream

This bloody friction

As a plane shaves a raw wood

Leaves a wound reminiscent

Of a bark torn off a tree

An unhealed scar

Every night fear she dreams

Her esteem she sees on a sail

Lost in the bitter rage of the sea

Her eyes always filled to the brim

Silence she speaks to

In the community of scolding shadows

Where such initiations are concealed

Nostalgia

This tour I took

To that place with its map

Embossed on the walls of my heart

Through strings of lingering roads

Where memories live

And years have their warehouses

Two decades forward to the past

But alas! The past wasn’t home

It had moved on too

With a chest of memories

A man’s playground in the latter years

The streets had turned grey

And the boisterous dust all grave

The childish mirth all gone

I can only see the screams now

In the ears of my mind

While the corners all deserted

In the host of my childhood

Strange faces paid no respect

To this homecoming

Mystery isn’t always regal

Only few familiar faces now

The faces of the faint colored walls

That winked at me

And the waving arms of the beloved lime tree
Betrothed to time

Now the breeze of emotions

Caresses to a soothing

But still I ran after the past

Caught him with a faint grip

But looked two-faced now

Death is an Angel

So we hid under the tree of immortality

And dared to eat its fruit

We already know like the gods

And now we exist like the gods

And the creator was wrathful

But we didn’t mind a challenge

So he left us with travails and pains

Banished we were from purpose

And the home beyond the clouds shut

Permanently against us

We sowed evil

Seeds from our hearts

And reaped pestilence

The clouds caked and the earth frowned at us

We played the string of years

And age ran leaving us behind

Wars meant nothing but hollow conquests

The headless crashed about

Even the heartless made centuries a home

Men danced to the painful tunes of diseases

And pain was our death

The earth groaned and drowned into vacuum

Subdued by our population

Traffic lights controlled the human gridlock

Men breathe into men’s faces

And in famine we multiplied

Walking skeletons and ancient hunters

Roaming the prison of life

Men made a feast of torture and torment

Tyrants never died and hearts were not needed

Hanging from nooses man sang sorrow

Wickedness was our currency

And tears we squeezed into bowls

From the eyes of the weak

And drank till we got drunk

It was all madness and grief in mirth

Our souls burnt in empty crypts

And men groaned into the ears of the creator

Then the heavens opened and the spirit of death

Descended upon the earth like a vulture

And there was an eruption of joy

And yet again a great noise of wailing for death was too hungry.

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?