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They have lived in hell; they are not devils; now they want out.

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Godbites

The flow
The down stream
The current
The negatives
The positives
They were never made
They were all there
Godbites.

Shortly After

It wasn’t different.
When the bile came
In tumult fad ,
Like tidal menses
Seeking freedom off
Of a busy courtesan
In fear of dollar losses.

Those flying fiery arrows
Destined to rib corner
To shatter little life left
But that bow took it no further,
When the poison dripped off
At the base of the quiver
Blunting its fierceness
Unceremoniously slowing down
Its discernment…

To death.

Then after it all set
Beyond the horizon
Of aches
Launched victory English
Through lips from the heart
Every reaction coded festival
To mark end of era
And beginning of another.

Unmentioned

Slim departure,

Walking around

Maybe sleeping,

Jumping, wailing around.

Mental widget on

Him, day, night.

Fangs of possessed poison

Him away, kept.

Slicing you with imperfections,

But know not,

Unmentioned…

That embrace,  warmth….

To last eternity.

Though not here yet…

Nay, not here yet.

Promise still sprouts

In to life.

Nostalgic Nudge

Then,
When the chase halted,
Her back glued against the wall,
Like son of Joseph
Her hands wide stretched,
Her-lings right behind her
Where there was no scar,
Staring at multi- pairs of eyes,
Terminating only hope.

But dawn came fast
Numbness from pain, anguish…
We witnessed the sun together,
Gain to all and sundry
Made it no secret.
Nostalgic nudge…
‘hope for another rise,
remembering promises.
Rain came in excess swept off feet
Sun too in excess dried them firm…

Concreted faith,
She believed.

Devil’s Advocate.

Listening to lyrics from the devils scriptures,
His stench awakening the bitter memory,
His scent rearranging my thoughts,
scattering my mind.
That desire tormented by that memory.
Of my unrehearsed childhood.
My recycled childhood,
Of the memories…
Messing my breeks; utter wetness!
Then mandatory garden walks,
Smooth, wealthy hands… slithering,
Then the cock crow,
In between my limbs for a second cut,
Hard… bloody veins…
On sildenafil dose,
Rapturing that comfort into pleasured pain, Straining my nerve endings and muscles,
Igniting a dèjá vu
That time heals, is a scam.
That memory just fades away!
Weaving make up, warmth, love, smile…
For the whole world on their faces, generously.
To cover the hopelessness, the struggle… Contemplating what should be,
Forgetting what is.
But when it was time for her to pick her fruits, From the tree watered with tears,
They said she is a woman…
But woman is human first…
Then the tree grew so long,
she could no longer pick them,
Only strained hardened fingers and palms.
She keeps her eyes amid hope.
High as she watches them over ripe,
At her stance, from the foot of the tree…
Her neck strains: she eargerly watches.
Tired of waiting… and falls!
So ripe, it falls into her ever open palms,
feels the scent,
But her life trails off,
as she gasp for breath,
to stay and eat,
at least one last overripen one,
She cannot eat no more,
because
It’s time!

Cocktail

They came from under the rock
Their love sense impaired
Their heart copper made
It never broke
They would mould it back
And smith it to shape

Insanity settling in their brain
Their madness staring at our secrets.

I trippled over
But didn’t fall
The load was too large
And the weight too much
It was ours

Those forces that came
Too much for me
We could
All the while
I wanted to look back
I did not, I thought us
Hoped for tomorrow
It was ours.

You listened to them
So much you feared us
Too much you mind them
So much and I waited
And hoped
For you promised this love
It would be ours.

Wish You Back

When you left,
This calmness in my heart
Told that wherever whenever
I’ll wish you back.

I wish I could see beyond
Just to make sure you are alright.
But with faith, and hope,
I’ll wish you back.

I long to depart now.
How different are you from Lazarus?
Whatever I go through here for Jesus
I’ll still wish you back.

It will be sweeter there…
Just now to meet my Lord.
If I don’t, Lord teach me selfless love
I’ll always wish you back.

I want to be honest,
To sing, that You are the truth,
The way and life.
Just like she did.

Oh God, send Jesus back,
Make tomorrow judgement day.
I don’t want to sin anymore.
Walk in your light this 2017.

In The Core

Once upon a past
A myth arose from the wild
I was in the cast
Boarded and settled on the rollercoaster
Became a norm in life
Organized chains of emotions
Then I grew up, was chewed up
Then wasted away… it was AIDS.

In sour contest with comfort
It was way late
Made earnest promise to me
Should another day come
I was tested.

It came as a mystery
Tethered within walls of morality
Where, how, when, just how
It was never a choice
It stayed with me…

Denial, a peaceful hideout
Locked me for the longest time
Faith suffered
It was short-lived
Drank my heart out
Hope to find sanity at the bottom of the
glass.

The temptation strengthened me
I withered and frailed
Then they sought me
To them I became a specimen
Goldmine
Outcast
I was their saviour!

Out of poverty, into fame
Into riches, into publicity
They helped, up CD4 count
My happiness stolen from its cradle
Scent of defeat.

The tragedy reminded me
Then I asked God to creat me again
That moment changed me
It cost more than a little
Built hope in me, light in the tunnel
It wasn’t a train…
His love, guarantee to my battered life
To last forever, another day
My God, so legit.

Love Disdain

I sit down,
With my pen and paper.
It has been a while now…
Thinking of you,
Of all the cherish able moments…
And all I can do is drop back my pen,
Lean on the chair
And stare in the distance.
There I see you,
With the most radiant and
Bright smile that enlightens my day.
So I stand from my seat,
Move closer to you…
You draw away from me.
Smiling as you retreat.
Then you disappear
In the cloud, gone & gone.
So I move back, to my chair, and sit.
I hold my head in my hand and ponder, Through my nostalgic gaze…
The tender touch, the beautiful smile,
The laden gaze, late night talk,
Then…
The deep touch and the spasm….
Moments I have cherished,
And loved and miss.
But you are gone,
In mind and body, away from me.
Though I remain with your moments,
Your memory, your affection is with you, While you remain with mine.

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