FICTIOUS FACES

A baby tear,

Dropped in an ocean of loud whispers,

The rib to whom i leaned on,

Washed by thoughts fashioned by cracking crowns,

From memory ego fades,

Drawn to dawn-less dusk,

Her face a work of fiction,



Bound by the allure,

I sympathize with i,

For the serpent lays her eggs in beauty,

Her fangs clout in twinkling eyes,

Her face a work of fiction,



I retire to the skies,

To the comfort of ink,

As i muse on the thick wonders of her face,

I cease to think,

For all awhile,

Her face a work of fiction,

The lie that betrays most men

FLY

Eyes shut,

I see better with eyes shut,

I am lost,

Lost in a world of pure light,

I am drawn to dreams,

Dreams that share a fortune of

Times breathing gold dust off scrolls



I eyes shut

I sigh, deeply sigh

I mind is mine no more,

I exist only in the wind,

I am dead in the flesh,

Air is an excuse for the doubtful,

Death the mirror that alters the altar,

I am long gone.



Now I can fly,

Now I am free,

Free from the stench of mortality,

Now I can see,

I can see that it was but a lie,

It was all a lie,

All that we struggled for,

All that deemed us human,

Status, class, institutions and structures,

Vexed by a single micro belief,

I can see it all

It was all a lie

I can see the stupidity in humanity,

For I spirit is neither male nor female,

I thirst no more or hunger,

I can see how greed divided us,

I can see how wicked the hearts of men are

Vessels bearing tainted seed,



Now I can fly,

I need not wings,

I can fly

Above scrolls,

Above sanity,

Above I,

Finally I can fly above I,

I can fly for I exist not,

For life begins when death begins,

Death begins when life starts.

TRUE FREEDOM

We speak of freedom,

We say we are free,

The illusion of freedom,

Coined in the art of civilization,

Are we truly free?

When our voices are only loud in our heads,

When our humanity is anchored to classes,

Institutions of de-learning,

Knowledge forged in the eyes of fops,



We speak of freedom,

But is it not just a dream

We say we are free

Nothing has changed,

Perhaps let our silence be heard,

Through blood,

Through pain,

As we martyr ourselves with the chains that bind us,



We speak of freedom,

We say we are but free,

What is the color of the human soul mortal man?

Do I need shoes to protect the heel of my soul?

You said we are free

Why do I need your permission?

Justified laws traded for coin.



You said we are free

We speak of a freedom far from the reach of sense common,

A freedom without a heart or soul

A freedom that breathes not

We are not free mortal man



It is but time to gain freedom

Time to take what is ours,



Time to die,

We are only free when we die,



Let the stench of death fill our lungs,

For when we die, we are truly free.

VOICE PARALYSIS

Voices molding the shape of mortal beings,

Voices so blind,

Voices shaping the identity soon to fade from memory,

Voices, the voice,

Voicing the illusion of the image in the mirror unseen,



Voices cracking,

Walls forged in the tears of centuries,



They speak of gold and forget the mines and sweat drained,

They speak of a beauty who will be consumed by age,

They voice and voice again,

They voice but see not the heart,



The voice limping,

Limping its way into minds,

Minds paralysis,

The voice plague,



My ears are but shut,

It is never about what they say about i,

But what the maker says.

I EGG

I egg,

For three quarters of a decade have i held onto I egg,

Every nerve melted to senseless passion,

I egg,





I egg beautiful,

I am drowning,

Like yesterdays’ o’clock had a hiccup

I egg,



I egg,

I will tell you how I want I egg,

Not scrambled,

Nor omelet,

Nor cooked,

Nor fried,

I want I egg fertilized,



Yes I want I egg fertilized.

CROWN

I laugh,

and laugh again,

For the crown will surely melt,

While the dogs harvest bones from maize combs,

The blind invention that deems insanity sane,





I laugh,

and cry again,

For chains bind the ape,

Colored mind,

Tailored in the shelf of pages torn.





I laugh,

I laugh till i laugh,

Fops recycling stature,

Eggs weak hatching to the tone of death,

The dance of the noble,

Inheritance of the just,

The laugh that lasts a thousand moons,

The laugh and laughter coiling,

Burning to the theme of dustless dust

Forged in the thirst of dying thirst.

I SALTS

A lazy salt forming a cascade on I cheeks

A taste of times forged in a mirror of a clowns smile

A million twinkles breathing upon a dusty gray mind

Memoirs of the lime green kin basking at shores of grape red skies

The fortune of yoke-less eggs hatching the chic with but three legs

Clothed in dripping sweet beauty clouds swaying by her

She recycles scripture with a mind too clay for faith

Is it I place to deem tameness to the zygote thought?



Lazy salts watering I eyes

The crusade against ape minds forming on the tongue of I heart

I but dreamed it would be the thirty- first proverb coined by the psalmist

The plague, devoid of character, the queen becometh King

A thousand heads on a platter, she is but equal man

Pure silky diamond gown tailored in the blood of civilization

I retire to dawn yet dusk has her wings flattering I sight

Was it not thee that rubbed faces with I

Perhaps ebony's toothless smile awakens the slumber eating at dawn





I salt the salts of centuries,

I salt till I wake,

For having eyes means not you see

Seeing means not you know.

DYE WORLD

Swift, sweet the song line fleeting,

Smiles massacred, ash pale words bleeding,

Voices aching of the plague eating at suited minds

Like the melancholic goose

Whose eve is wrapped in two sunsets,

Anchored by sea shores

Whose sand cracks under the weight of memories martyred

Sleep walking through the empty speech that dusk offered,



It is but time to dye;



Dye dawn with the blood littered in ink,

To un scribble thoughts unsaid on scrolls

Hanging by dustless shelves of fops glory



Perhaps it is time to dye tombs,

Tongue less beings testifying with bones bred in clay

For if this be the last the skies breathe

Let ink and an old paper be the next of kin.

SKY BLISS

Sweet lips coated with sticky glossy smiles,

The soul held in my fragile bosom,

In my spirit dancing to foggy tunes,

Forged in midnight bliss,

Where the moon kissed my painted heart



Laying on soft spongy green grass,

Eyes beheld the velvet-orange skies,

Seconds bore ages of twilight whispers,

When ecstatic emotions like fireworks,

Formed rainbow clouds floating in the mirror of our eyes



Dusk with no end,

Treading upon the path where scented petals

Rained on her curly long dark hair,

Purple mist mildly fading to the sound of swallow wings,

Her bright white eyes reflecting Jupiter’s bright August lights,

Humming to the pitch less calm soothing tone of the wind,

Her voice tasted of peaches and wild berry dipped in honey chocolate,



There in lost in wonder whose goose pimples melted my ego,

I had but died a thousand deaths when her eyes rubbed mine,

A pure seed bred from the golden sands of Africa,

Her trait groomed in the cascades of Sipi falls

I died again and again

And again,

For the milky, sweet, thrills she gave

My heart could not but carry.

DUSTY ECHOES

Dusty echoes sprinkled,

Over i shelf mind,

Memory plastered like the dead sun,

Laughing silently covered in dew,

A thousand light years fly by in bubbling seconds,

The deaf song clustered in blind melody



I but rejoin tomorrows face,

The sweet plight dressed in nude curtsey,

The toothless thought smiles better,

Perhaps the kin whispering in soils,

Finds humor in the deformed chatter among fops.



Dusty echoes flattering i void sight,

Littering misty talk,

Over i aging heart.



Alas! the jaw joke broke its bone lest it was born!

Another forest growing in the desert,

I breath but slowly,

For many but find truth in what catches the eye,

The witch whose bosom nurtures the vain,



Blood is only as thick as it deems,

In the madness of scrolls i live again.

DYE WORLD

Swift, sweet the song line fleeting,

Smiles massacred, ash pale words bleeding,

Voices aching of the plague eating at suited minds

Like the melancholic goose

Whose eve is wrapped in two sunsets,

Anchored by sea shores

Whose sand cracks under the weight of memories martyred

Sleep walking through the empty speech that dusk offered,



It is but time to dye;



Dye dawn with the blood littered in ink,

To un scribble thoughts unsaid on scrolls

Hanging by dustless shelves of fops glory



Perhaps it is time to dye tombs,

Tongue less beings testifying with bones bred in clay

For if this be the last the skies breathe

Let ink and an old paper be the next of kin.

SEVEN MOONS

Up the mountains,

Where moons kiss,

Where clouds bounced on juicy rock,

For seven aching lights i but watched,

Leaves shade the face that caused Jupiter to smile,

The glitter washed by pale waters,

Rushing against shore thoughts,

Soaked in honey comb sand



Waves carrying the dream song,

Fading in the echo of memories,

Crippled; wrapped in a colorful gift box,

Like the skeleton whose shadow bears flesh

Words martyred in the altar of pure salts,

The soils we treaded upon fumble beneath the laughs of the tongue silent.



Times gay traded for a perfect gown,

That perhaps the onlooker might find ebony in dying bliss,

For seven moons I stood at the shore line,

She stood next to me,

I gazed at the reflection of the moon upon the waters,

All she saw was her reflection,

It is then true,

You can’t take someone where you have been not

POETIC ECSTASY

Slowly suffocating,

In marine blue thoughts,

Of the face that deems the sunset numb,

Of eyes that penetrate my ego,

Of colorful nights when poetry touched our lips,



Softly,

Caressing the soothing succulent sizzling passion,

When our skins melted underneath,

The sweet scorching heart heat,

Eyes rubbing,

Hearts naked,

You unclothe my mind,

With a voice that cuts through the half dressed eclipse.



Deeply,

you uproot the plague

That ate my Easter love egg,

Scars of the faces i lost in wild bliss,

Breathing though ink,

Your galaxy smile shades the stars of last summer,

I cease to wonder,

The promise of silent fate,

Screaming through quiet bubbling emotion.



It is ink shaping the eruption,

Cultivated by your purple presence,

My strength melting like butter,

It is your soft lips rubbing against mine,

It is your cheek bones teasing my goose desire,

Lost i am in places with no names,

Speaking of languages with no sound or symbols,

I give in,

I give up,

It is beastly ecstasy,

SHADOWS

Ashes upon my stained blood apron,

Last years smile stitched with the plastic conscience

Anchored to an aging thought,

That bore me a pregnant promise,

Clothed in a gown virgin,

Silence vowed UN-ending bliss to my dehydrated tongue,

Chains broken against my clay strength,

I mined my mind to sharpen the spirit,

With a vessel forged in a tomb,

Whose name was known by the foolish,



My voice penetrates the broken skull,

Chills rise beneath my iris,

Fate glories its self beyond thick skin.



The snare fades with the sunset,

Shadows forever remain shadows.

BLIND

I glide by the twisted syndrome featured by ghost smiles,
I despise the breath acquired in fat dreams,
Instict or not, the latter deems i foreign to perpetual talks,
The sanctuary of my unborn will busking in the salty joys of blood dipped in honey,
Broken skulls served at dinner,
The delicacy of a witch whose breasts nurtured i not,
Forced to call thee mother, step to my unpolished guts,
Woman! did your ovaries taste of my ripened sweat?
Oh! i see your teeth, masked in dreadful laughter,
I shake your hands with a hundred thoughts,
My heart dead of your presence,
The sun winks at i,
Your trust has holes, as graves,
I pause for a while,
Seeing is never to be confused with believing.

SMILE

Smile the empty bargain

for the forsaken laugh,

i share talks with the faceless fop,

a guest who raggedly shares my cup,

To call i but a friend,

An insult to the dying trait of survival,

I now see the truth,

I see it so clear it melts my marrow,

It pollutes my sanity,

A desired disease

To cure the blind,



Now you shake my hand,

Now you say sorry

Is it not irrelevant friend?

Now you call me blood

I detest your ignorance,

Now you care huh?

Is it not irrelevant friend?



I shake my head,

Dust off the empty talk,

The hypocrisy of laughter

it is the last i rub faces with you.

LONELY MOON

Alone with my coated thoughts,

Holding onto the pain,

That gave birth to my strength.

Pale faces,

Choking esteem,

I see your perfect white teeth,

Masking the truth,

That once winked at me,

Only to return at dusk,

With a spade and hoe.



You pat my back with one hand,

And with the other,

Dig a grave,

Where my dreams rest.

Perhaps doubt has found comfort,

In the face of belief.



You Judas my tongue,

I see your crippled passion,

Clothed in sweet allure,

You share communion with i

The blood of my pure cries,

Filling your bottomless tummy.



We rub eyes

I see the angel whose fangs thirst for my clay,

Hug me again,

Let me embrace the hatred,

Breathing through your skin,

Stub me again,

This time deeper,

Let my blood paint your skin,

Smile again,

For to you it is pleasure,

And to me the art,

Unborn to the will,

Of ageless times.

BLISTERED MIND

Blistered mind,

Kin to the last glass i held,

Upon which a fountain of scarred memories reside,

To rub faces with a serpent,

Whose fangs taste of sweet poison,



Three and a half decades of jumping moons,

My ears still catch the crippled song,

You left hanging on the skin of my back,

Hatched in my mind,

Fresh like the ghost i bought from ebay



The nights held i captive of the snare pushed down my throat,

Served on a crystal clean silver platter,

Food before my eyes,

But before my dreams; big fat excrete blocks,

As i deliciously drank thick, spiced stew,

Squeezed from your rear entrance,

You made me proud,

That as a child i was nothing but an extension,

Of your beautiful rage.





I remember you Toka!

You turned me into a toy,

You spiked my mind with harmless talk,

You rejoiced unsparingly,

Was all i was but a toy to you?

Are you happy now,

That you forcefully converted me to a beast?

Did the pleasure of pain reward you with bliss?

I didn't cry,

For i was already crashed when you contributed your heartfelt misery.





Dear seed,

Is it you i see at a distance,

For long i have wanted to say this;

It is okay,

For not every one bears a heart.



I face my fear with gratitude,

It is not scary any more,

It is time for me to fly,

A crystallized tear drop fashioned upon my ashes

Poison ivy to the side

I meet my maker with arms wide open.







(Dedicated to NOEL. R.I.P )

ACHING MINDS

I pardon the sometime guest,

Whose sane lips yoke mine mind york,

That perhaps a coin has but three faces,

To the fop a fountain of flawless rage,

A truth whose eyes vex convectional beauty,



I tread lightly with those,

Who steal food from the mouth,

Of those crippled in age and mind,

For ebony is to be found in the bones

Of those in a cradle,

A place where mind carcasses are

fed on by those old and grey.





I am with those,

Who in their stupidity

Rebel against them selves,

For the only thing worse than a criminal

Is but a politician.



I stand with those,

Who do not believe what they see,

With those who do not need hands to catch faith,

With the tribe-less degenerated seed roaming the pearl,

With the bastard whose inheritance is enclosed in egg shells,

With the woman whose sagging breasts never define her beauty,

With the law and its impurities to be purchased with coin,

With injustice for justice has no place in the face of truth,

With friends who are but a rare commodity,



With the egg of my bliss,

With the forsaken for they find solace in death,



With institutions of brainwashing for it is only accurate for unfairness to exist

With Lou-bega for she is my heart stream,

With those who find muse in aching minds.

I pardon the sometime guest,

Whose sane lips yoke mine mind york,

That perhaps a coin has but three faces,

To the fop a fountain of flawless rage,

A truth whose eyes vex convectional beauty,



I tread lightly with those,

Who steal food from the mouth,

Of those crippled in age and mind,

For ebony is to be found in the bones

Of those in a cradle,

A place where mind carcasses are

fed on by those old and grey.





I am with those,

Who in their stupidity

Rebel against them selves,

For the only thing worse than a criminal

Is but a politician.



I stand with those,

Who do not believe what they see,

With those who do not need hands to catch faith,

With the tribe-less degenerated seed roaming the pearl,

With the bastard whose inheritance is enclosed in egg shells,

With the woman whose sagging breasts never define her beauty,

With the law and its impurities to be purchased with coin,

With injustice for justice has no place in the face of truth,

With friends who are but a rare commodity,



With the egg of my bliss,

With the forsaken for they find solace in death,



With institutions of brainwashing for it is only accurate for unfairness to exist

With Lou-bega for she is my heart stream,

With those who find muse in aching minds.

Un popped corn,

The delicacy to the frigid lunatic

That once called me friend,

I digest words

That constipate my appetite,

I shall pretend for now,

And let it be called truce behind opened curtains

Let us dwell in the stupidity of perception,

The last i knew of the simpleton

That rocked the bottom

A third of his thoughts were hanged in private

A function preceded by a man of God,

Like murder is sin only applied to the collarless fop



Un structured thoughts,

Sanity and more sanity,

Brainwashed from institutions of learning,

How can we speak logic if our nature gets the best of us?

A decade of sheer ignorance shone the light,

That explains the zygote mindset,

I beg to differ from the donkey or ass

Whose back supports the perishing seed,

Insanity bred from sanity,

Two different minds sharing the same face,

It is the outside that we fathom,

We could care a little less

If we knew that souls wore shoes,





Untie my shoe laces,

Hang my shoes around your neck,

That gives you the right to have walked in my shoes,

Your half baked mind has a place in my past,

Unstrap the last drop of dignity left in i

And my blood still roams the seas,

I see right through you like a glass,

You are the image in the mirror,

The shadow behind me,

Soon you fade from memory

And my pen and pad live on.

ASHES OF MY CLAY

Ashes of my pale salts,

Like dusk wearing a mask in midnight dreams,

It is the grave aching for clay,

I see laughter through your sad face,

Your smiles mock my strength,

I will carry the growing weight of obese condemnation,

Perhaps my fleeting breath will be an anchor to the blind,



I give my nights away for thorns,

It is the friend whose last name is less,

Your unselfish courtesy,

Overwhelms my empty tummy with empty talk,

The dying reward of brotherhood rotting away,

I find solace in strangers,

For nothing in common forges the bonds,

The ignorance of need fuels the necessity to will free



The end of my clay,

I hear you announce behind my back,

You Judas me,

With your eyes pointing at mine,

I was dead before you were born,

And yet i still roam this earth,

It is not me you are seeing,

But the weak side of you.

LEDGE

The salts of my egg year

Like cascades flowing through

The Owen falls dam

The loud silence of painful laughter

Aching for bloody breath



The torn chapter of our lives,

Bred into ash grey giggles

Over misty green hills,

With chuckles from monkeys,

Whose Ape Mind

Was baked under the savannah heat

That smiles were indeed knives

Only to be reckoned by ghost eyes

A commodity to be traded

For ignorance



Sigh, the heart sigh

Peddled for journeys

For a drop of crystallized water

The bargain of empty pockets

Flattering, dry stomachs



I share faces with a nun

Who is only virgin in appearance?

The latter holds no matter

For how would we know,

If catholic priests make good baby sitters?

It is the colorful universe

Whispering back at us



I am accustomed

To the plague that eats at sense common

The unending visits to institutions

Of decayledge

Deem I too sane

To see with my own eyes

I am given a pair of new eyes

I am told I should dress this way

Not that way



I should talk, act and live

Within the ethos of mutual acceptance

Perhaps I am just an ape

Dressed in fancy mindset

My pen retires

Knowing sometimes it is the face you hide

Not the face people might see.

FREE APES

I am vexed by emotion
Reason plagues my freedom
A slave to instincts
Breathing by carcass and wild fruit

I follow in the footsteps
Of warriors fallen
Chained by imperialism and greed
Choked by labor forced
To feed a bunch of white apes

I share faces with the apes
With animals unequal in the eyes
Of man made gods
Whose crowns are baked?
In blood and salts of pure souls

I fall asleep
But I can still smell
The stench of rotting hearts
Failing to drum

I can still hear my ancestors’ whispers
Through the wind
Through the sweat
I hear them scream through the scotching heat of the savanna

I hear them when I plough the land
Through the gossip of the African queens
They wave and dance through culture
Their names mentioned in folk songs

I can still hear the drum
I can still hear my ancestors’ whispers
Saying; son! You are still a slave
Do not be deceived
Let your heart drum louder than the sounds of cival-lie-mason.

SAVAGE TRUTH

I laugh with those who abuse sex
Because the individual doesn’t count,
With those who get drunk
Because the population of brain cells increases
And body organs like livers can be purchased

I smile against the gods and
Parties of pretense
Against false values of culture
Indoctrinating persons whose sense is uncommon to truth
Against symbols and dialects
That prescribes a deserved status
Against the race for a better race
For no color defines the soul,

I stand against the loud silence
Beating at the temples of gold plated tombs
I stand with those
Who poor and old compete against death,
With those numb institutions
Shocked with electric ideology through their poisoned nerves
I stand with those in marriages
Who share disagreement in common

I stand with humans termed colored and Negroes,
Disposed, compared to the endangered apes,
With those who kill
Because every death confirms a new life
The pregnant lie of a faceless life,
About justice,
It does not exist
About brotherhood
It is but a fraud,
About love
It has no right,

MINE PAPER

Clattered pieces of my mind,

Upon shelves aging over dusty knowledge,

I trade a century of bliss for a fraction of death,

The times when my tasteless eye catches the truth,

I dekko at the moon half past my fading shadow,


There in is but my twin conscience,

The master or slave has no place where realms die,

Where the savage and the elite are but equals,

It is the sacred grave where carnality is buried,


I shake off the very essence of my delight,

Drown in the wisdom of insanity,

I scribble words with eyes, with scents piercing,

A place where only a few can reach.

PEN AND PAPER

I breed where thoughts dry off like ink

The last vessel is as old as the new born whisper

While the legs of time travel but slow,

I lavish in the beauty of verbal insanity

A place where will has no roots

Shaped by the lasting impression of pseudo passion



I blink with yesterdays salts showering my thirsty guts

That I dare to give away my invaluable possessions

An old dusty sheet of paper with dry words of blind affection

Perhaps a recycled mind offered in a thousand dozen roses would speak

Yet I find no home in tasteless wrapped romantic traditions

I bend the law to catch a glimpse of her sanity

That continues to detoxify the identity I have held for moons

She is but the master and I a clown to her pale esteem

Happiness is born from the attention she receives but exhales not.

The sweet narcissistic thought that I am branded but a man gentle

While like a tick every drop of ego blood is sucked dry



How can she not share my bold insanity?

The craft of literal artistry exhibited in scrolls

Locked in archives of my chattered mind,

How can I blame her?

She is sane!

She must die first

To see what i see.

DEAD ASHES

I uncoil with the sun rays

penetrating i skin,

the moment of ghost faith

uprooting dead ashes.


i swell and burst from silent noise,

the horror dawn brings coloring i virgin instinct,

the prayer masked the Nun whose heart was dipped in bloody milk,

perhaps the mind that borders insanity bears truth,

a strength weakened by persons whose eyes lack teeth.


must i but prevail over pale ignorance?

when all noble crowns are cast at the fatherless child.

tears of gold painting her cheeks,

the mother whose fate held her feet.

i sigh,

i smile with bitter happiness,

I hate with loving toughness,

The one i call friend

And the one that betrays

Are of the same womb.


I rub shoulders with both,

but neither find my heart.

ITS OKAY

Like onion salty sour pringles you taste,
Many don't share my distinct likes but it is okay,
It is okay if you are beautiful to me and ugly to the world,
It is okay if you do not wear makeup or wear a wive,
It is still okay if you do not dress like the harlots in town
You will still look beautiful even more in your wedding gown

It is okay if many do not want us to be together,
Because it is still okay we shall fight side by side,
It is okay if you do not bleach your skin,
My ex was super light and it did not work,

It is okay if we occasionally argue and fight,
It is okay because we shall always make up,
It is okay with your mood swings,
It is fine because now i understand you,

It is okay if you nag me,
It is okay because now i know you do it for you care,
It is okay if you always ask where i am,
It is okay because i know you worry about me,

It is okay if you complain about me spending lots of time with the boys,
It is okay because i know you desire to be with me,

It is okay if sometimes are jealous
It is okay because you are only human,
It is okay if you burn food, i will not complain,
It is okay because every one makes mistakes

It is okay if you listen to that kind of music and watch those kinds of movies
I will learn to appreciate them,

It is okay if you do not like all my friends,
It is okay because i also do not like all yours too
But we will be fine.

It is not okay if my phone is off,
It is okay to get mad at me,
But it is fine because when yours is off i still trust you,
It is not okay when i do not pick up your calls
It is okay when you get concerned,
It is still okay when you do not pick up your calls,
Perhaps it is in your bag some where or you just do not have it,
But it is not okay when i do the same.

It is all okay,
It is fine because i love you
It is okay because some how you will understand,
You will understand that it is okay to be you,
And i am okay with you being you.
Are you okay with me being me?
Lets not fight for now,
Lets save it for tomorrow,
For then it will be okay,
It will be okay.

CELIBATE EGO

I lay with the moon that gave birth to four stars
Bred from frozen tears that fell of the pale sky
I trade pieces of my mind in exchange of ancient shelves
And before I breathe of dusty scrolls I am lost in magical wonder.
I behold a misty purple velvet morning,
Dew like rainbow bubbles bursting in rhythmical melody,
Sanity has no place where faith is adored,
For times like this choke every nerve of knowledge
Perhaps let the sun rise from the east and set in the east,
That I dream of in honor of fallen crowns that once treaded upon earth,
The weak are only as able as the strong if they but bear teeth, the myth
I should cease thought lest the noble find no sanctuary in vain reputation
Many dark moons pass by only noticed as the stranger whose hands were left with no coin

Oh you self glorified fops!
Have you no understanding?
Have you no heart?
Does it not all end in dust?
Must you gain sight in graves and forsake the little voice?

Wear the robes of the Egyptian goddess and bear the scepter of Pharaoh
The sun will still scorch you mortal man
Must coin define your guts?

You remain celibate to your ego,
We both taste the truth that betrays man when we die.

SPIRIT

I pardon the fractured speech ghost to my conscience,
The diabolic trinity, invention pseudo to the rock underneath raw guts,
Swelling like the optimism of a catholic priest,
Quietly lay like barren soils whose tongue has had no taste of water.

Scent of saints sizzling the soft wooden hearts of men standing,
To believe or be deceived, the faithless dwarf making pilgrimage to a god dead,
The lamp or goat? blood worthy to redeem all sightless souls to him!
Alas! that men mortal are raised to sit among gods.

I smell male domination and wonder if spirits bear a given sex
I have dead dreams of women becoming Popes, Cardinals and Bishops,
Then i hear the fool asking what the sex of God is
I pause....
I listen.....
I watch....

In silence there is but an answer,
It is the spirit talking to i.

BREATHING

I lay with the moon that gave birth to four stars,
Her cheeks tire from the cascades of bitter,
sweet laughter that choked her youth,

I hear the pale song decorated with dew,
The sun rising from the west with her teeth barely seen,

The dying twinkles of generations
Fading like a million light years away,

Silent cries of the little child,
Crystallized like salt falling from skies empty,

Upon a land whose ancestors were slaves,
And descendants slaves to ideologies,
Fashioned by men with no soul.

My skin aches of notions painted in sweet tone
And talk, of persons faceless in my mind.

The grave has no place for i, bones, clay
and cold blood have but an end,
Yet my spirit is sightless to men wise.

Perhaps let us trade foolishness for gold,
For of the two,
Neither breed life.

MIRROR

he legs of I heart moving past half moon
Dry silence mixed with poisonous ivy filled to the brim of I cup
I dared fate only to give birth to the savage living in I shadow
And that story lingers in the ears of I bed side,
I can hear whispers from the fountain whose waters breathe white petals
The beggar charmed with a strange smile who promised gold
And words colorful that deemed the rainbow blind.

I hear the story of yesterday,
When bound by chains laughing at pain whose sweet lips
Touched mine and left a bitter taste flattering I virgin tongue.
It was but the moment when purple mist bounced off glittering green shore waves.
Asked to forsake warmth and fish at midnight when waters reflected cloud shadows
A heart for a hook and happiness as bait
Of the two neither returned
Only to be served a portrait on an old dusty platter
With a soothing thought that the foundations beneath I feet crumble in a split second of choice
How naïve? Fleeting emotion whose nose had no room for reason

I look at the mirror
I see I vice and weakness soon to fade from memories held in high esteem,
I see again and again,
The vague blurred image clears but slow
I see me no more,
I see you,
All a while it was but you,
I was blinded by the purest of deep impulsive passion,
Yes you wanted I to see you all a while,
Then I ask, where I was a half a decade and 360 moons,
Where was I?
I was lost in you,
All you wanted was I to see you,
But never was I there,
You expect I to reflect your image
But never I
You crucify I with blemishing tongue
I am no Knight
Perhaps the servant tending your black vine yard
So now I rest knowing the last image in the mirror is you.

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.

HALF FACE

Dear lost ghost,

We once rubbed faces,

Scent like the back of I hand I but smelt,

Yesterday made I search,

I find thee not.

Not afraid I of thy thorns,

Prick I they

Pain they bring,

Scales off I eyes they rid.



Why I smell thee and see not your eyes?





Dear I friend,

Always you rub faces with I,

You shade color,

You give I white sanity

Same o’clock you give i black insanity.

I inhale your whispers,

While you steal I thoughts,

Thy presence like fire burns I ears.



Thou never leaves, lest you be I judge.





Dear thick skin,

Your face tires not running before i

Are you but soul proof?

Today you argue with raindrops,

Saying they make I ill

Tomorrow you fight with Sun

Saying he will scorch I mind into melted butter,



I friend you call I enemy,

I want sugar you give I salt,

Now, I breath you’re language,



For you say all I need is oral re-hydration salts,

To taste of times sweet and salty,

That in times due I face is gray enough to meet half the face I knew not.

TEARS OF THE SKY

Clouds heavy,

The hour to which i dreadfully admire has but come,

Water broken,

Breathe carrying misty jewels,

Restlessly roaming the firmament bed,

Soft pelvic muscles intransigent,

Face pale, stretched pupil with soared sunken eyes,

Widely spread legs,

When I eyes meet the hole to whom many are betrayed,

Blood like cascades falling,

Mumbling words with a voice hoarse,

Screams she,

And with one big push,

She expels babies,

Dropping upon me with ceaseless cries,

I am sadly happy,

For once again,

The rain washes away i last memory,

Leaving i with cold wetness,

That causes i to yearn for warmth.

I SEE YOU

I smell the cruelity of life floating in blood,

I see it fit that you trusted a stranger and have forsaken i,

Born from your clay line,

I see you lying through your teeth,

Hugging me when you actually detest i,

I see you talking behind my back, surely enough i do get satisfaction,

I see you advertizing my weakness, i guess i was not foolish enough to trust you,

I see you oppressing the less priviledged all in the name of titles.

I see you are the Boss that is why it is only fair to bark at me.

I hear you call me friend and i am also sure you know me well enough to know when i last shaved my privates,

I see that you are a christian, you keep your word and that is why you didn't call me even when you said you would,

I see you laughing at my flaws, i am sure you are perfect.

I see you becoming your true self after receiving the ring, that makes me proud of you,

I see that you see beyond my race, perhaps i would smile if you knew the color of my soul,

I see so many faces, so many colors,

Yet in all that i see not i

I see you but can't find me.

I close my eyes and there i find me.

All a while you are blinded by what you see, hear and know about me,

But you still haven't asked me why,

Why i close my eyes,

What causes me to say the things i say,

What hurts me deeply,

You simply can't

Because you actually do not know whether my heart is there or not.

EYES OPEN

Eye lids pacing north and south,

The hour which renders i sight numb,

The last thought to whom i hold dearly,

Slipping away like dusk's' pale face,

The architect of words with faces,

Yet the foundations of those that share my insanity stand but shaky.

I stretch the eye lid of my mind wider,

There i find hearts shapeless,

I laugh in painful sadness,

For often we vex our own.

SOUNDS OF LIFE

Clop clop clop

The strangers hopping voice

Finds her way to i ears





Bizz bizz bizz

The ex gardener's sound

Buzzing the heaven out of i mind

The emancipated woman still seeking for a man in her





Echiew echiew echiew

The stuffy structure of Ugandan politics

Causing i to sneeze





Ding ding dong

Too early for christmas

Perhaps Easter Turkey for the priviledged

While street children sleep with bellies laughing





Oludeyo Onkumpasa....

Down the aisle with colored vows,

Only but for a while

She has the ring, the other woman has the man

Is the ring security enough?

For legitimitimizing sex changes not a man.





Hallelujah...Hallelujah Amen,

A conman dressed as a Pastor,

Selling miracles and blessings's fake,

Dare to say a word!

Do not talk ill about the "man of God"

I am sure he doesn't feed off the congregation,

Who are by the way not impoverished.





Ouuch, oooouuuc ooow ayaaa,

Stop! please stop!

Years later, a face unhappy,

Wasn't the wood good enough?

Turns out,

It didn't make the water boil,

And you wonder what all the noise was for.





Tick tack tick tack

Counting down the numbers,

If we only understood,

That the sounds of life need a face.

BORNE OF EBONY

Hast thou no sight?

Have the times merry washed away all truth?

Is yesterday's thorn not enough?

Your blood tears fill the skies

Yet that smile you wear

You say you are strong

Who then carries the weight of your burdened heart?

You say it will be okay

Yet past salts haunt thou fate



Is it you masked in thick skin?

For the heat of close faces slowly melt

And the ice that was once firm

Is washed in memories whose legs grow not weary



Dear soul

You say you have those you call dear

Yet they but bear knives

You shake hands with clowns

Who batter your dreams

Is it your mind or heart that deems you weak?



I pray for dear soul

When the moon passes by

And you choose to bite the hand that feeds you

Bite the other

For ebony will be re- born

And only the blind will see.

EGO ASHES

I mind like an eagle soaring

Yesterday’s sun had but two fangs

One plunging in I skin

The other tearing I heart

Her Rays penetrating beneath I skull

Memory of today’s smile fades

The shadow to whom I belong

Dancing away in moonlight sight



Yesterday

I met her that speaks of the faith

Yet upholds the serpent

Words that proclaim truth

Deeds breed vice

I mind racing like Pharaohs chariots

To whom do I confide I but ask

For mankind is but filled with void



Tomorrow I disown her thoughts

I but look in her eyes

And I fury burns her ego to ashes

Judge me not mortal man

For it is difficult to be loyal

To the one that stabs you on the back

EYE DROPS

Drops of your smile shining from a mile

Yesterdays minds kissing with a doubtless face

Eyes mating in shadowy moonlight style

Dusk's heart bouncing to the giggle of fate less space

There in the song line of passions owing to rivers but the Nile

I behold the bosom that caused I skin to race



Eyes poking gentle skies whose cries melt the cold

Cascades of crystal talks like diamond stones out of mouths flashing

Desires growing gray like clouds for centuries old

That forever I gaze upon lips crafting life’s worthwhile King.

Painting the very essence of times pale and thoughts bold



I but sigh in memory of the first drop of sight that robbed i

For many but a few earn the honor that for them one might die.

WATER HEART

On water i but write

All memories known to me

All facets that deem me as human being

My blood floats

Of all salts that as a child i poured

My rib breaks,

It is that little page of the portrait that i tore

So i write on water

For all eyes may see this



On water i paint

All laughter that was birthed at dusk

And the thoughts of dawn will touch rock bottom

Perhaps the moon that bore four stars will smile

May be night will wear a mask

And the clown will cry instead of laugh



On my mind i unwrite

All thoughts that made you real

I write you as a shadow anchored to the dream that fades

For the next time i see you

I will be a baby reborn

And you will be that stranger

That crosses my path.