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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

WO

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.

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

PASSION LANE

I fly over woods and forests green

Living in moments sweet and misty thick
On my mind is the sound of thy voice
Violins alike, tender and smooth vibes
Evolving every second our eyes rub

Another eve before my sight
In Sunsets tab I soak
Nurturing impulses born at dusk
Each ray like ecstasy piercing bliss
Both worlds kiss in moons blue and skies shy
Yearning for but salts forged at climax
Oceans of sticky, wet, sweetness screaming at
Noon of midnight when stars blink
And passion immortal awakens to

Long lasting crystal savage pleasure that
Yawned once in Centuries former and tastes pure
Daring the very existence of romance formal
In nights when skies are starless
An angels lip softly caress my own

SCREAMING FACES

Did I hear you?
Identify i
By color!

You forget the
Bloody cries
South of Africa
Where men
Were killed
Reduced to
Street dogs

You forget
That all our days
We had to sing
In hope
That our hurt would fade

You forget
W e have been
In this race
From times ancient
To modern day slavery

You forget
That it is important
To remind ourselves of history
When like slaves
We lived by the mercy
Of the master

You forget
It is important
Important
To deem
These chains
Impotent



You forget
Our blood shade
Our women raped
Our children killed

You forget
We cannot forget

You forget
We see the cold smiles
Shining each time our
Eyes rub

You come bearing gifts
We welcome you
With innocent blood shade
Running through our veins

You forget
We embrace the pain
And death of each child
As hope

You forget
We crawl at your policies
You forget
We bend our backs
To give your feet a home


You forget
Our spirits
Do not need to fit
In the fashion
Designed at
Today’s mindset funeral

You forget
Tomorrow
For it comes
With a face but new

SHE I AVATAR

She I avatar
Every moon ink bleeds
Salts of beautiful dusk
Rub I soul in song lines
Created when stars
Of midnight dance

She I word
Painting cosmos with
Colors screaming through lexis
Gliding by milky ceiling walls
Of minds majestic
Co-authors beholding
Insanity stunning

She I loyal mistress
Her chocolate brown nipples dazzle
Each time I hand holds the pen
A million orgasms per second
When ink and paper kiss

She I heart
Through her sizzling thighs
Gently deep into her saccharine
Cascades

She and I pause
It is but i
Making love to poetry

PAINTING

I mind treading on a horse high
Born of ink spilled in moons ancient
To sight vexed by carnal scrolls

On I shoulder is the weight of
Dreams hatched when tears
Were born
I an offspring of vessels that roamed
Shorelines of Ethiopia
Gloried with bloodlines that run
Through song lines screaming through
Raw flute tunes and drum beats

By shore flames where all
Knowledge started I search
Gazing into realms touched by
Hands crippled

I follow in the walks of pirates
And once slaves, all a people of
This vast land

I share in the simple
Sophisticated nature of my
Diverse culture

I share in the strength of
Struggling children crawling
Through beautiful Africa

I laugh with all black people who
Are still afflicted through corrupt
Systems in the world

I share in the ideology of local
Farmers ripped off

I share in knowledge suckled
Through breasts and bottles
Imported
Of seasons dry and rainy i
Survive, like my ancestors who
Were hunters, I am one with
The earth and forests green

I am but a witness to the three
Stars a prophesy given to I while
My knees were talking

I am invisible to the one I heart
For her eyes worship mans
Falling glory
Yet I glory in realms far beyond
Her control
Far beyond her knowledge carnal

I am just an artiste painting
Destiny’s next bus stop
Like my heavenly Father, I paint
With words

JUNGLE FEVER

We danced merry
With our toes polished
By the rivers of grace
Words exchanged in moon light
The night whose face we touched

We sung by fires wild
Our voices echoed by owls
With sweat and dust
Our hands we thrust
In airs of sweet taste
Where we bathed till the break of day

We cried and tried
Tears upon our cheeks dried
The moment smiles bore plagues
Blood diluted in the sympathy of false tongue
Oh how we bled
To witness the chapters of our youth
Torn in the struggles of empty speech

Through death we laughed
With chains around our necks and ankles
Choked by the cold
As we watched more of our kind
Dumped in seas

We now laugh
For we are still chained
We still get dressed in foreign policy
Our minds baked in institutions white
We are but an offspring
Whose conscience bears diaper rash

We can now have the last laugh
As we watch our sons slaughtered like cows
In wars whose origin were not our own




We can now have the last laugh
As we watch our daughters sex traded
In pursuit of a higher life


We can assume the position
Of fallen slaves whose foot prints
We tread upon
Perhaps our children will laugh better

We can pretend for long
But not with these chains
Around our minds and tongues

For in the end
All return to dust
But the glory of our might
Lingers in old folk songs
To be sung moons after we have passed on.

IRREPLACEABLE IMAGE

Make up upon make up
Synthetic hair, artificial nails and lip gloss
I also noticed that you changed your scent too
You smell nice
I also notice mascara and wanja wow
You took time to look synthetically beautiful
And I appreciate
I notice the hard work you put into looking good
I notice how you take ages looking into the mirror

I said I like your butt
But its not what keeps my heart with you
I said its big
But I didn’t say that its size is what keeps us together
I said I like your smile
But I love your frown when you are mad at me
For then I can tell the difference between fake and real

I said I like your breasts
But I wanted to tell you the other day that
I prefer your spirit breasts for they don’t change
But how would you understand
I wanted to tell you what I see
But you took so much time to dress provocatively
And I was compelled to compliment
You dress to perfection on the outside
And you have many great things about you
But I am drown to much deeper things
Much more things that is unseen
I am drown to that image irresistible
To your image irreplaceable
I am drown to the unmovable image in you
I am drown to that face with no makeup
To the eyes of thy soul
I just want you to be you, to be the woman
I fell in love with, the organic woman
Now so many schools of thoughts brain wash you
But I am still drown to that image
That image of light in you

Can you not see?
That I can’t see a wife through your thighs or hips
Can you not see that I am not with you for your beauty?
Nor am I with you for your abilities
I am with you because I am drown to that image
I am drown to the image of God in you
But you spend so much time on the clay image
Has society misled you too
Dressed well or not my heart cant change

FORGOTTEN ART

Pardon I
Paths we tread upon
Are similar not
For I behold
Skies a place
Where I mind glistens
And that for you
Is but a feature
Far from reckoning

The artist I am
Dripping with ink ancient, stained
By the very knowledge
You are blind to, dances
Upon midday stars
And clouds grey
Where rains of
Jupiter are born

You tango dance
With reason
In thy baked mind
Spend moons
Bisecting thoughts
Soon to fade
But what you see not
Is the crippled faith it creates
Ridiculing whiskers of
Imagination gliding in
Wind-words
A shelter fathomed
By those whose hearts
Bear no shield



If thy mind is a
Puzzle
Then my words
Are a
Painting
Every time
My hands
Scribble,
A witness to life
Is created
We perhaps
Might not share
This beautiful insanity
Yet now
I realize that it
Was never my place
To take you deeper
My pen shall take
A nap for now
Only to awake as the sun rising

BITTER TONGUE

Let’s walk between the cracks of life’s empty face
Perhaps we can trade shoes that treaded upon funeral orchards
And laugh at every tear that crashed upon grumbling earth
In hope that milk teeth will masticate hard bones of yesterday’s carcass

Let’s walk over these bitter tongues where blood and sweat
Quenched thirst of spectators bruised by morals decaying
Where egg voices are vexed by claws pinning the sounds hanging
On vast ceiling minds

Let’s walk through chalk boards that choke our children’s mental cloak
So we can dream- rewind clocks that deemed us slaves to this path that was not our own
May be our great grand children will learn to fight and not be hunted
May be then Africans will not be lab rats to greedy pharmaceutical companies

Let’s tip toe on these blocks of systems lest we get burnt
Let’s hold the spear with one hand and with the other the shield
Let’s sing out loud till our voices shake the skies
Let’s hold each other for even through storms we shall prevail

BEAUTIFUL CURSE

The tip of I fingers
Inscribed on I blood
With screaming ink

The signature
Of a song line
Birthed at dawns yawn

With a tone peeking
Through soul curtains
Of a life who chuckles
At the son, step to
I backward muse

The pleasure of
Yesterday’s infertile thought
A thousand deaths and more
The curse I beheld

THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE DEAD

I rub shoulders with
A goddess whose face
Glistens like the eclipse on rainbow mornings

Her thoughts
Like a four hundred thread count
Of fine Egyptian cotton

She bears curves that
Shape tributaries of the Nile
Leaving the strangers bewildered
To North Africa

Like a model to a potter that
Took three hundred and sixty moons
To create
She stinks of perfection

Her exterior renders crowns inferior
Perhaps a descendant to close neighbors to
Queen Sheba
A once concubine from Africa
Who appears
In wise ancient scrolls

Her skin soft
Baked from ostrich egg
With thick sticky pure honey from
Wild Serengeti

Our eyes mate in unison
Like the last fading echo from
Mountains of ice, a place with
Winds that melt all living ego



Son!
Another peek deep into her eyes
There I find a woman forged in coin
The sweet scented coated fabric of her being
Placed on a pedestal embroiled in
Waste carnal


Son! I will tell you!
I will tell you after it all that
The beautiful ones are all dead to mortality
Son! The ones that leave your eyes dancing
Are not but beautiful
The beautiful ones are born at the cross

MELANCHOLIC FRUIT

I conscience prodigal to
Pieces of her half-baked lucidity
As I lips sing of songs bearing no syllables
She responds with irksome silence
Why is i simple language
So foreign to thy prowess ear?

Majesty of stars and skies
I behold, living in galaxies while
Sleep walking through Milky ways
A place where i reincarnate
Into scrolls dusty dripping with gen
You deem I insane realizing not that
A million light years of blind faith
Stand between you and i

I am but a product of ultimate altars
Usually at first light I carry
Burning candles of I passion
To commune on fresh dew
Why never do you see that
Thy sedated state of mind
Never is a guest welcome

You pity the artiste in i
Made of thick ink and paper
You try to awaken a dead crown in i
All a while, you were blind
To the one on I head
Do you not see that thy breasts
Tame not the painter savage
Have the nine moons not revealed
Carcass thoughts you foppishly worship

Your dream to pacify I instinct
Dwindles when dusk yawns
You are but a
A puppet to white shelves
A dress wearing a pair
Of male trousers
Alas!
Reduced to a pencil drawing
Left to dance in the rain

Calmly
With a pen and pad in I hand as
I tread upon sea shells and sands white
The wind shocks away
Ashes of thy fleeting memories
The time next
Wink but carefully
For you are nothing more
Than a fiction to the beholder

ALTARS OF SAND

A shovel
At a skipped episode
In a dream
Where the remains
Of thy wretched thoughts
Lay

I see thy strength
When you fight and sweat a
Soldier deceased

I see thy wisdom
When you argue
With the dead

I can see you brought
A pair of unmatched breasts
In a bloody war infested with beasts



I see you carry sharp gossip
That for a sword is thy armor
Let’s see how you cut
Through spirit

Little wise girl
Do you not see burning essence
Rise?
Do you not see that
Fighting a dead man
Is a waste of time?

Are you ready to witness
The truth
That thy knowledge is
Foolishness to men
Who are forged at the altars of sand

NATURE WHISPERS

I can hear trees talking to i
With every falling leaf a whisper
Reminding I of an aura cleansed
By mystic winds born from seas beyond
The eyes reach

I can feel tickles of nature
Giggling through shy blue skies
Promises like clouds sailing
Toward a wet orgasmic destiny
A place to be home for the meek
Stained by ink

I can smell the resurrection of scrolls
Like walking words taking shape
Painting the cosmos with
But a million colors invisible
To mans eye
The beholder with gratitude
Smiles once again

THOUGHTS

My thoughts are but
Celestial holding onto
A thread of crowns
Polished by Angel dust
On nights when
Stars sing in awe
Of a creator invisible
To the eye

My thoughts are ink
Dancing on a sheet of paper
Forging shapes
To reincarnate in minds
Like white sands busking
At shorelines of the seven seas

My thoughts are words
Born of spirit
Painting cosmos
With a mystical color
Unknown to man

DUSK SENSES

At dusk
Cuddled by refined thoughts
That escaped I during first light

A thousand stars locked in my minds
Space
Each twinkle screaming silently
Truth that hides behind smiling
Faces
And talk polished

At dusk
I soul awakens to a search
Turned green by Judas kisses
I eyes mortal speck vanquished
By dusty lexis brooding
In quiet Forests
North of I heart


At dusk
Lying in a Fortress of blinking bed bugs
I smell the beast
That served I dinner

I can now see the crown of
The thorny breasted Princess
In her right hand a scepter
Oozing with blood of Kings
That walked this earth

At dusk
The shell of I enemy melts
Every fiber of I being
Awakens from the slumber
That had I mistake hypocrites
For friends

CUP OF COFFEE

A beautiful cold morning
As an asylum of lost winds
Gather around i
Raindrops caress I skin
Alone I stand adjacent to
Tall palm trees facing the sky
In I hand
A cup of black coffee
In it i behold I twin
Staring at i

Through his eyes
I notice his soul just made a right turn
At the gates where he stood
A decade ago
Now nothing exists
There was never but a wall
Just a fiction of battles
Coated with beautiful roses
Rotting from within

It is now clear
I hate that it had to be him
Now that the fruit is mature
I hate that he had to taste it
Aside from the glamour on the outside
I see the serpent he fell in love with
I see the chains of Jezebel tearing him apart
I see bloody tracks fade
I hear a still voice whispering
Come to me son
I am thy refuge and strength

INK

In the o’clock
When pale moons fade
From my leaping sight
When undressed words wonder
In the dawn of bleeding thoughts
Solace I find buried in ink


Through the window pane
Of my mind is a world
Pasted with purple grapes
Composed of
Soft succulent lips
That barely touched
My freshly shaved
Chiseled cheek bones
And a face I couldn’t
Make out
In yesterday’s dream



Particles of life
The fuel of my undying muse
In this blissful matrimony
As with pen and paper
Meaning I find
In a crown invisible to many



Like an artist silently
Drowning in his unmatched
Insanity
I stroke with words
Upon a can verse of minds
While the apron of my stained
Conscience
Bears witness to
The birth of another star
Dancing in the realm