ATHOUSAND MAN

I rub faces, with praises or teases,
Of ministers ushering souls to crystal clearness,
Yet the soot of the hearts would not let see snow.
Do as is said, not as is done so I u tell,

I rub faces with mentors and tormentors,
I heart bruised and confused
Without direction and sense of reason

I rub faces with strangers and beggars.
Hopeless and dirty in the day
lounge and relaxed in nightly paradise.
Can give but never sure who really to spare,
Within the soul,
I regret less
I give rubbing faces,
With truth and lairs
Desperation and deception

And again I rub faces
For then I smell
What defines man

ONLY IF SHE KNEW

She looks at him
Like he was a meal
Perhaps she would die
Just to steal a glance at him

She struggles through unseen pain
Longing for rain to shine,
For her little dream
Melts like ice cream
Only if she knew

She equates him to a portrait
One that would color the Museum
Her heart jumping at him,
But only if she knew

Only if she knew
That all a while
It was her shadow she sought.

SILENT CRY

This is my silent cry
It comes from deep within
If i might but fly
Let this prayer quench my sin

Another silent cry
Breaking beyond borders,
If by chance happiness runs dry
Let it be you i find

The last silent cry;
From the mysteries of skies
To the wonders of great sigh
A heart shall smile from above.

WILL

Can conflict at all inter marry peace?
For even when we invite dialogue
The love for many goes amiss

Can love and hate relate?
For the highest peak of love is hurt
And the pain draws us back to the past.

Can tribe or race interact?
Perhaps we chance to open the naked heart and spirit
For then shall we see the truth that betrays man.

A LIFE WHILE

Silence for a while
What would seem better than this;
The beauty of the white Nile
And the intricate wedding kiss.

NAKED HEART

For long i have scribbled,
But only this time the skies shall kiss the earth
Shamelessly i uncloth my skin

That you might then see my simple naked heart.

SOMETIMES

Sometimes the sound of goodbye
Is louder than any drum beat
Sometimes your absence
Fills me with oceans of tears

Sometimes the look in your face
Sweeps me to endless dreams
While your silence
Kills the bright light of our world

Sometimes the thought of just you
Reminds me that i might someday need a ring
Sometimes its the constant muse of blues
Touching my heart differently.

ATHOUSAND STARS

I stretched my eyes forth to the sky
And behold was i but a guest to thousand of stars
I wondered whether she would live or die
For my night lover seemed afar

Spreading my arms as i took a deep breath
The wind carefully carressed me
That beautiful moment i deamed till death
I cried for a star is all she could be.

I closed my eyes
When i finally opened,
I saw my beauty robbed by dawn.

SILENCE SEEKETH I

Gliding among mumblers, entrenched in modesty,
Somewhat of speech i forsake
That in silence drown in honesty,
At my side a chatter box mambles for prides' sake.

Should i but trade principle for leisure,
Then by dawn be equated to a fop?
Perhaps by dusk or task of the two neither
For speech uncontrolled equates to a sense drop

Simpletons though blind for reason see,
While the fop embraces wordful pleasure

It costs not a thing to think before act

11th APRIL

Shall i follow thy heart or mind
Then at dusk join a thought so kind
As the stars make our fate
While we both glow in crystal date

Shall we move in the jungle green
Move by thorns and by chance hunt deer
Together paint natures own scene
While in quiet woods doth we but seek an overseer

Shall we stay wake till dawn
Through the silent night and cracky melodies
Then the stars and calm wind shall make us known
In dew singing our stories.

Is it by chance wise to cry?
Hope is but a glass
For then you would but know
That a time with you
Is like athousand years of christmas.

EIGHT THOUSAND MILES

Reader in joy did i receive mail
From thousands of miles
A mail with a touch that calmly sails
And turned miles into smiles

To quiet thoughts and silent hearts
A glass of comfort filled to the brim
As my conscience is kept alert
Watching carefully that the flame might not grow dim

Did i know what joy may would bring
For the stranger brought by the one once in a manger
Causes a heart from afar sing
Certain of a sign to flee lonely danger

PIECES

Pieces of i heart scattered
I mind running i faces
Pasted thoughts pacing i places
Failing heart like the falling leaf shattered
Mist kissing i toes
Naked nights i sleep murdered
Painted blood at the road cross
I last breath battered
That if i might but die
Let it be for thy love
For the pieces of i heart are pieced together
By the piece of thy heart.

RUBBING FACES

Take this not the wrong way,
Only yesterday,
The world was but black and white,
Today is gray
Groomed in the eve of fading sight.
I walk by faces,
Some painted with fat smiles,
The ground whispers,
Their shadows
Bearing long stubbing knives.

I rub faces with people,
with the virgin,
Wearing long skirts and dresses,
Yet breastfeeding in the night.
Who am i to raise a tongue?
A second back,
I undressed the stranger
In high heels.

I rub faces with slum child,
At school he but plays at breaktime,
To forget his empty stomach
Friends laughing at him,
He knows one word to survive
"mpako" (give me).
Mother from duty she returns,
Where she traded,
Goods between her thighs,
Putting food on the plate.

I rub faces,
With faceless people,
You look all around,
And you see faces,
No real people
For character
Is who you are
In the dark.

SCULPTURE

Sculpting,
Carefully Shaping,
Clay.
Born of mind
That which is visible
To self.

Who directs
thy hand?

Hands
Talking,
Pregnant with thoughts,
Bearing a voiceless child,
Whose face
is touched
By athousand eyes.

Creating,
Shall
The penny define
thy works?
For
the sculptings
make you not.
You are
The very art of creation.

A WOMAN'S DIARY

He thinks he knows you
You think about him always
You love the fool so much
He just can’t see it
He only has one thing in his mind like most men

He thinks he knows you
So blinded by his passions
Talk to him is work, money, sports, sex and more sex
He doesn’t see the need for your emotions
You start a conversation in that direction
He comes up with an excuse or changes subject

He thinks he knows you
You miss him, long to be with him
The clueless knuckle head,
Claims he is always busy
So when you get company from suitors of your own
Then he gets so possessive and jealous

He thinks he knows you
He tries to impress you but wrongly though
He forgets it is the small things that matter
He wants to buy expensive gifts
You want to spend some quality time together,
Just to talk and be together

He thinks he knows you
He is quick to make empty promises
He is not consistent
He starts off with fire
And cools down like a sheep showered in rain
Yet all you want is his attention
Is that hard or too much to ask of?

He thinks he knows you
He quickly sets the rules
Forgetting you can’t control guys who talk or stalk you
Then he labels you cheap
His ignorance hurts
Shows you he is insecure and doesn’t trust you

He thinks he knows you
All you need is time with him
Time away from him hurts, it is lonely
You want him to surprise you
To call you and look you up
That makes you feel loved and cared for
You can’t stand his silence
His mind is taken up by other things other than you
He is clueless that he is pushing you away

He thinks he knows you
But he knows you not

DREAM CONTINUES

I heard him cry out his anguish, he had for some reason traded times yet within that short moment everything stood still. He closed his eyes and was taken six years back when bliss was birthed into his life, each breath meant a ten fold of undeniable happiness and each glance meant the bonding of the unseen mate. He was lost in the unseen world and even as he struggled to find comfort he continued to fight with his mind about the death and life of that beautiful destiny that touched his tongue last summer. He could still feel the sweet pain of the thorns that pierced through his body, the sweet scent that ignited the passion, the glow in the eyes that bewithched him, the kiss that stole his soul and the tender emotion that vanquished the existance of everything else but her.

I saw him bleed, his heart bled and each drop of blood meant the death of the beautiful memories created in the past, he struggled to breath for yesterdays memory filled his lungs yet the air he breathed was composed of todays emptiness. How could life be so unfair? he thought to himself.

It hurt so bad because i couldnt do anything to save him even when i tried i failed because destiny hadnt chosen me, i hated my self for that. It ate me up and consumed me with overwhelming guilt.
So i went down on my knees to hear what he was trying to whisper. And he said......"tell her that happiness is to be found at the end of the dream for nothing takes the place of homes' memory" he then died with a smile as if suggesting that she would smile if she read this.

PASSION TREE

I clang so firm to this tree
Knowing that if at all i fell
Nothing will be left of me
And the happy memories of our life would be a tale

I clang so firm to its branch
Such that if at all i fell
My strength wouldnt go in vain
And the drops of sweat from my heart would be a memory

I calmly let loose of the branch
I began to drop so fast
I had a mixture of regrets and hope
And just before i droped to the ground,there i felt your hearts arms.

BLACK EXODUS

To whom i write that knows not,
Of course the secets of everyday life are hidden in ink and scrolls,
Such that the wise are separated from the ignorant,
Theres a noble cause that inspires me to write,
The very reason i shall say a thousand words and you pick none,
Simply because your caught up in self,
Hardly can you see beyond you,
For you bear the seed of selfcenteredness.

You probably might read this,
As you drown in the shalowness of your naked mind,
Appear as the saint but we all know there can only be one JANE EYRE
If by chance you gain sight,
I pray you remember this
That my heart was too heavy for you to carry
And that life is only a gift
If you choose to make it so...

The fool reads on,
Forgetting this was only a predicament,
Of a story of the lost mind.

WORTHWHILE

It is easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows by like a song,
But the man worthwhile is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it is always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises on earth
Is the smile that shines through tears

It is easy enough to be prudent
When nothing tempts you to stray,
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;
But it is only a negative virtue
Until it is tried by fire
And the life worth the honour on earth
Is the one that resists temptation - desire

By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,
Who had no strength for the strife,
The world's highway is cumbered today;
They make up the sum of life.
But the virtue that conquers passion
And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth
For we find them but once in a while.

UNDRESS ME

Undress me
See what lies underneath
Carress me gently with your eyes
Expose my nakedness.

Undress me
This time with your lips
Let the tip of your tongue touch my heart
Taste that which only the soul knows

Undress me
Get in and out, nice and slowly
Let that knowledge gush out
For then shall you see
The truth that betrays mankind.

ATHOUSAND EYES

Last night the stars cried
The sky was pregnant.
Bringing forth a faceless child
Whose name only tommorow knows

The moon smiled with joy
As the galaxy trembled

For a night has a thousand eyes
And a day but one
Yet the bright light of this world dies
When love is done.

WOMAN

My son
With pain did i bring you forth
Nine months of untold discomfort
This that i say comes from within
Next time you come across a woman
Respect her for you know not her struggles

My son
Last night i said a prayer for you
That you shall not follow those woe - mens' footsteps
The pleasure of more than one wife
Only breeds sorrow and rejection.
Do not be carried away by your lusts
The journey between a woman's legs
Is endless
Be content with what is yours
Learn, listen, nurture, teach her kindly

My son
When you fell sick i held you in my arms,
I carried you on my back,
You suckled and clung to my breasts
That i tell you is my love that lasts forever

Never forget your mother
And in the same way
Always carry and take care of your wife
She might be imperfect
But there is no one else like her
Making you smile through the tears
For she is a wo-man
Love her alone
Lust not after other wo-men
If you do!
Its only a disgrace to your mother.

THREE WISE FOPS

Iam seated alone on my bed
Hours past i had fervently hoped to sleep but in vain
Randomly i scribble thoughts
Thoughts that iam not sure exist
You might then wonder what iam talking about.

I have friends who share in this disease
This plague that eats up mankinds mind
Look around you
Notice any one with a paper and a pen, thats the symptom
The infection spreads rapidly
And they begin to vomit words
As they diarrheate wisdom with bellies filled with juicy, fat margots of experience
Their eyes gush out, flowing cascades of natures ugly beautiful face
Their breath stinks of rotten eggs, polluting the air with a sweet fragrance
One would wonder how to escape
This atmost happy madness.

I suddenly was driven to this memory
When i first set my eyes on Lake Nambozo
Her shapely and curvey waves like hips
Her protruding islands like milky breasts
Her tributary named after the great Zion
Her shores shaped like soft sandy tasty lips
I stood by watching her yet it was that never for me.

By her stood Mountain Tibasiima
Who had currently relocated to Old York City
He appeared tall and strong
But some how his eruptions
Revealed his melancholic side
None the less he smiled even when he cried.

Then there was Lubwama the monkey that was exiled
Freed from the thick jungles of East Africa
A chatter box as usual
Without a banana in his mouth
It would turn to an endless quest of argument
Like a free spirit he swayed about
Moving by the calmness of the wind

Dont be mistaken reader
For the source of Lake Nambozo is the heart beat of Mountain Tibasiima
And the foundations of Mountain Tibasiima
Is monkey Lubwamas play ground

However i will not take part in this idolatory
For these three creations of God
Blaspheme God by calling them selves the trinity
I laugh at them
For all this is a joke in loving hatred.

STUCK

Iam stuck
Failed to write beyond this
Just like Judas who betrays with a kiss
Am i but caught between please and amiss
This very state causes me to appease
In the inside no peace
I coil, boiling unceasingly
This cruelity that betrays i
Shall i ever find my muse
Before i know it
It is many lines of voices
Yet it is but only one that gives birth to another
Stuck am i to her
Poetry my faceless mistress

AZANIA NIGHT

Humbled, scrambled, scrabble, rumble
Squeezed, teased, pleased, quizzed,
Missed, kissed a struggle ceased

Day to day
May till taday, i pray
So hard to say that you may
Be with me that rainy day lest am covered in clouds gray

Times endless, words formless even when i return to dust
Your face, our place, that mess and just in caes the stone is cast
The anger, the linger, the singer, the valley of jiggers all but our love a must
Swaying, crying, laying, playing and craving for you as i thirst
The fights, pains, lies, joys, yet i know you and i will last.

I AM

See me through your eyes
Let your sight lead you to how i see
For iam but here

See me through your mind
Let your thinking aline mine
My voice, my words, your choice our world
Lose it to this poetic insanity
For iam but here

See me through your speech
Let your tongue speak my language
Speak that which i speak
For iam but here

See me through your heart
Feel that which i feel
Let that sensation drive you to me
Fo iam but here

See me through your smell
Smell what i smell
Let your breath be filled with pureness
For iam but here

See me through your eyes
See that which i see
For iam what iam
And i live in you.

YOU

Sleepless am i
Lost in countless of thoughts
Shall i but drown in passion

I heard your whisper through the wind
And remembered
That my heart skips each time i hold your palm
Need i mention your name?
For fame might blind us from our destiny

Poetess or not
The heart wants what the heart wants
A thousand moons will pass by
Even then, when old and gray
Wrinkled, toothless, beauty
Will i love

SMILE

Wondering, thinking, writing, working this line or two
For you turn miles into smiles
And if by chance life availeth not a clue
Let these words flow into your heart like the river Nile.

BREAST INPLANT

18OO years ago,
Ms. Acirfa,
Flawless her face bewitched the eye,
Firm piercing breasts,
With nipples that gave life.
Thighs stretched to the south
Her shapely body fed but many

Eyes then,
A cascade of tears,
Her only but child stolen
Just yesterday was the adopted child
Who suckled her dry.

Her face pale,
The fruit of her womb bears maggots,
Her borns first,
Blinded by inheritance,
She quietly cries,
Tears un-noticed,
Africa she is,
A breast inplant she needs

NGIYAKUTANDA

In quest for that word,
Silent the season,
A handful a reason,
waiting.....
slowly,
painfully,
deeply,
sinking,
Who but knows the color of the soul?
Blamed for painting your toneless name on the sky,
Mortal beings pregnant with judgement,
Whose sight has no legs but words....
waiting.........
gently,
softly,
smoothly,
drowning in the harsh screams of lifes' streams

What they think, slowly dying
Crashed to dust,
Dead as yesterday,
For now it is but;
YOU,
the breath of my heart at the tongue of your soul,
tasting,
moving in but slowly,
to the secret place,
whispering,
ngiyakutanda....
For if today shys away
The future has you and i smiling
That sunset that birthed dusk with unending dreams.

PAROLE DE MON COEUR

Pouvons-nous tirer les ombres de nos rêves,
Suffocate toute folie irréfléchie,
Pour la nuit dernière la pensée de vous me tenait chaud,
Comme je désirais votre souffle sur ma peau,
Beaucoup sont contre nous
Mais ils ne comprennent pas notre étrangeté

Pourrions-nous, mais le changement le bras du destin
Exposer nos cœurs nus pour les faibles
Comment puis on verra?
Pour le poids de nos cœurs
Est-beared par deux.

Ainsi, même alors que le crépuscule s'efface,
Nos cœurs battent à l'unisson,
Sachant que notre espoir repose sur ce chuchotement
Le dernier mot que nous disons les uns aux autres

TIMELESS

Monumental breath of an art
Timeless as infinity,
Wondering moons of unknown fate
As i behold the moment birthed.

Thoughts of thine heart
Reflected in ink
Just like the blink that says athousand words,
Words whose curves attract the thief
A choice only but a few render
Frail a heart with void coated eyes
Beneath the shadow of an eagles wings
Are but fops talking on eggshells
Bewildered guests to a walking dream

Those whose flesh accept thorns,
Blossom in the sweet fragrance of life's rose
Who decides one's fate mortal man?
For we are but beings spiritual accountable to God

DEFINITION

Walking through the suns of life
Dawn breathing,
Her pulse i feel under my feet,
Kisses of wet dew on i toes,
i, mind unfolding tales from afar

Jupiter vomiting the songline,
Melodies choking silence to death,
Clouds mourning in cheerful raindrops,
Earth lifting dusty old secrets,
The colorful words invisible to ears.

Her celibate attitude,
Stealing every moment known to i,
By definition a thief,
One known by those whose heart is taken

SACRED THOUGHTS

I follow the sacred thought line,
Born of spirit
Yeshua thine sign,
Dry bones gaining fleshy sight,
The 12 tribes spreading like wild light

I saw my name written on his palm
Blood precious sealing sin,
Flesh melting by the strings of Psalms
For i am the lion of Judahs' next of kin

He perceives my thoughts from afar,
My iniquity like countless stars,
Yet he but calls me by my name


Naked am i before thee,
wretched, imperfect being,
Yet i am not subject to the law
Your grace lifts my shame away,
Reconciled by love through repentance

Search the depth of my heart,
Reveal the stains,
As the spirit detergent drives i,

I get soaked in your word
You comfort me
Mysteries do you reveal
As forever in you will i abide.

OSTRICH MINDS

rugs so old like nags so bold
eyes popping out like seasons of drought
last night's breath so cold
nostrills sniffing the air of doubt
merchant of goodness sold

the vessel cut,
frozen tears oozing out like flowing cascades
neck dipped in sand like water soaked in dirt

feathers falling off like the sun that fades
ticks sucking her blood

she wails aloud in pain,
not for misery of the moment
but for her very nature that betrays her
Yet she knows not
That many long to walk in her shoes.

DRY LEAF

Through the fence, through times endless face,

Not long ago but seven decades,

i soul searching i mornings,

Witnessed i leaf crawling between shadows and guesses,

Earth calling, sky singing in echoes of thunder,

Dry leaf;

You return i to the space of misty airs,

Scortching i scars with words of herbs,

Melting i voidberg with sights of bright dusk,



Dry leaf;

To whom that named i shame,

Hatched wings that carry i through lifes springs,

That you see i as saint even when i cloth sin,

Perhaps yesterdays sun bore i leaf,



Dry leaf;

i song forever i pleasure,

that if by chance you fall off the tree,

i hands waiting,

i world you own,

As we continue another life together.

EYES

Eyes swiftly pacing through the sky,

I heart resting on floating clouds,

The whisper that wished tomorrow's good bye;

Slowly dancing away in the echoes of thunders loud.



The poet in the pen drafted by ink,

Whose mind paints the everyday cast,

Is but forgotten just like the first solid crystal in sand sinking,

It is that moment in i mind that will forever last,

Like dark patches of void coated with psuedo iceeing.



Behind the smiling faces and fat voices,

Is the failing soul reaching for breath,

Carnal beings wearing but plastic poise.



Eyes running through the earth,

Stained collar the priest laughing with his knee,

Legs, hands, ears, nose and eyes rushing to the path,

At dusk all but one will not flee,

Eyes till dust continue the search

WORDS

I closed my eyes to find you

My knees endlessly talked

My breath heavy dotted with dew

With my spirit i treaded upon rock



I closed my eyes to find you,

On that eve,

My heart scrumbled when he smelt you



I closed my eyes to find you

I didnt see those hips and soft lips,

Or those alluring eyes,

The tiny waist and perfect bossom,

Neither did i notice the long dark hair,

Or the beautiful smile and shapely body,

Dont judge me reader

My eyes were closed

I am only an artist i paint with words

SOUL PACIFIER

A sooth i conemplate of you
Who rules my destiny
With a voice that cuts through mirrors
A golden minaret sits in heart for
A personality of my kind.

Jupiter shall sing from afar
A glisten of snow flakes that
In their purity bestow passion
Of love forever blessed.

Over the couch i seat to muse
My passion is pragma
Of love from the mysteries of oceans
A vast pacifier of souls.

EBONY

I could still see the stretch marks
With pain she brought you forth
You towering fortress,
Of the coward and the thief,
She tendered you faithfully
To the last of her drops
But still you cling and suck more.

Resigned she lies beneath you
Resigned to her fate
Of giving life to another thief
For what saint is he
That keeps dear the company of a thief?
The smell of your talk
Nuscates her to eruption.

Last night she said a prayer for you
That your baby brother
Will not find you for company
An enstranged mother
To her first fruit muule
She said a prayer
That if there be a second chance
Ebony will be reborn
And live in the company of the noble.

I WONDER

I wonder
If the sun often meets the moon,
Or the sahara meets the snow peaks
And Africa reaches green land
It seems atmost madness
When the human soul
yearns for love
Leaving the bewildered restless

I wonder
If one could ride
Through the forest of sensation
Without tripping
Or swim through the sea of sweetness
Without drowning

At times i just wonder
Searching for an eternal flame
To send hot winter in summer

I wonder
IBf your feelings aline mine
If two hearts can beat as one
For with you i know
I know that i can cease to wonder
Why a man's shadow may not be his own.

MOMENT

Tear this mortal being,
I desire to be naked wretched man,
The fullness of life on this earth is but void,
Time and again do i thirst for more,
What then can quench mine thirst?

I am laughed at for having a liberal mind
Assaulted by the laws governing a carnal life
Virtues like shadows fading
Amidst the quietness of unknown fate
There limps my failing soul

Whose eyes can search the heart?
Cant the actions from deep within be weighed?
Or is the scale of life limited to strength?

The soul with a little breath,
Wonders beyond timeless plea,
And just a moment shared
Will matter even in a blink of an eye.

KNOW-LEDGE

Yesterday was faceless,

Today has but a face with a smile,

Tomorrows’ heart beats,

For the eyes of knowing,

Are hidden in the blindness of knowing not.

LET LOOSE

Let loose
All desire perish,
Questions become statements
Your hunger leading you to knowledge
To that place where free will is privilege

Let loose
Forsake your needs
Empty the heart for the soul
Your mind a key to the doors unlocked
Listen to the whispers
As your mind is reborn in scrolls
United with the truth of tastelessness

Let loose
Breath the air
That lets you see the unseen
As human understanding;
is crashed into dust and ashes
Reborn a baby shall you
Baptized in the secrets of the unknown

Let loose
Then shall you but find,
Find the real you,
For the selfless
Is a glass of comfort filled to the brim.

AT THE DOOR

At the door where the two worlds touch,
Then do i receive sight,
Secrets from high places ends my search,
My eyes lightened by the light of the light.

The wind whispers the tales of times,
My consciousness grows wings attached to the sky,
Then i am dead

A MAN'S DIARY

She thinks she knows you
Yesterday you had a bad day
She only called in blaming you for being quiet
She never sees your struggle
But she is quick to point out your errors

She thinks she knows you
You must understand her
She never stands you giving attention to other women
But you must understand she has male friends
She enjoys all the attention
That includes guys who are" hitting" on her
When you do the same, its equated to cheating.

She thinks she knows you
She is moody, don’t ask just understand
You want to express love through touch
She will complain you have only one thing on your mind
She prefers talk, talk she barely initiates
You turn your neck to a passing beauty
An instant slap on your cheek, arguments, mood swings!
Or the usual statement "banange MEN" !!!!! like dogs every skirt they want

She thinks she knows you
She wants to be treated like a princess
When you do, all is good
One small mistake
And she forgets all the good you did

She thinks she knows you
She wants you early home
Time with the boys is branded irresponsible
What do you have left
With no other option, you swallow

She thinks she knows you
A slight change in behavior pattern
Then the nagging and nagging again
She forgets you are stressed trying to make ends meet
She becomes nosey
Your phone, inbox, sent items, call register
Common recipients to your services
Indefinitely become enemies to the state
Which includes the endless explanations you have to give

She thinks she knows you
All you want is your space
She wants all the time in the world
You so badly want her to meet you half way
She seats back letting you do the chasing
To her this means something
Probably it means you still desire her so it calls for the hunting
She is clueless that she is pushing you away

She thinks she knows you
But she knows you not.

SHY MIND

Escorted by thoughts
Thoughts whose hands flawlessly rub the mind
The mind shyly blinking, a quest assault
Assaulting mine nature in kind

visionless being that talks ill of i
Have you not sight? this breast less beauty
A beauty whose curves stretch to the pacific
Whose rivers between flow to the ends of Egypt

Egypt like the virgin, pure a seed
Let your eyes penetrate the land
As she laughs in pain bringing forth milky blood

Milky blood so tasty
For how then would you know
Your wisdom detests my insanity
An insanity a privilege to the enlightened poet.

LITTLE BOY

I laugh at the little boy
Pulled, kicked, mocked, a step mother
His cries her joys,
His dark spotted pain,
Cheeks dripping with frozen tears

I laugh at the little boy
Hungry, tired and helpless
She does this to him
Perhaps she holds tomorrow
Blameless and wise she is

I laugh at the little boy
Struggling through unseen thorns
Then i cry for her
For his blood is upon her head.