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



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.



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,


That embrace,  warmth….

To last eternity.

Though not here yet…

Nay, not here yet.

Promise still sprouts

In to life.

Nostalgic Nudge

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,
It’s time!


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

The temptation strengthened me
I withered and frailed
Then they sought me
To them I became a specimen
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,
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.


At the door step she stood,
Begging to come in,
‘It’s winter out here, ‘ she said.
‘I belong in there,’
The door ajar, my arms too,
She came in, stayed in,
Warmed her seat, packed it, left…

Passion freely salsa with loath,
Within known territory they made
Of Love shrouded by mystery of existence
Sour attitude up their sleeves,
Revenge, dish best served cold!
It was the only way…
I’ll wait longer than the intended,

Irregular Amulet

Picture 152

With blurred vision staring the ceiling,
I lay down supine on my pillow,
This pill too bitter to swallow,
Warm tears moping my cheeks down,
Hoping that in them I wouldn’t drown,
But it’s too much this painful feeling.

A million questions running in my mind,
To figure out why the heavens so right,
The nurtured apple plucked at night,
Left for the unknown,  yet waiting,
For their right time of harvesting,
And joy now from her I can not find.

I sought her and she was there,
She knew it all yet she did not,
Kissed it off and made me hot,
Passion soaring high deep in the sky,
Conscience questioning me why,
Her species, a kind so rare.

Dancing and captive in her fantasy,
Sharing, enduring and declaring attention,
Charmed,  subdued in her affection,
Thousands of miles astray and away,
Translucent interest each and every day,
Isn’t a thing attached to literacy.


The morning is pure
The sun very virgin
Spreading her rays to all cares
In every background and backdrops
Emotions running high
Sending me to places I can handle not
Ecstacy so powerful
Anarchy it’s only for ruin
Happiness and joy in measures
In receipt of sheer emotions
Gasping for survival in territories they know not,

But she got the gun
That scared them off
They turned to me in oblivion
Because I raised the backdrop high
That concealed all that was,
Yet I got the bullets, six rounds
But they still stole

Her pride too high,
Mine on the tow
Of course we didn’t know
We had the essentials
That could only operate as one.
So we lost.
It wouldn’t help them either,
But we lost.

Lifetime Lesson

Like the roof had descended,
Chamber so humid
Squeezing my fatigued being
Onto the floors of that cul-de-sac
Breathing bitterness, resent, loathe… another task
But the judge
Ready to consign
Catharses of my mind and heart
To comfort, security, satisfaction, justice!
Freedom from doubt,
Desire for future good.

When she hit the gavel
Like brass on oak!
So hard, with her strength, attitude, feelings…
It let loose!
From its handle, rolling down
Into his dock at his feet
It could be the last bang on his
And his detested tribe!

But it was his stare
That came sharp, down my breast,
Descending to my navel
Beneath my bolero,
Protuberant cask,
Holding my untamed jewel,
In four moons
Down to invisible camel toe
His gaze rested,
Fertilised by lust, malevolence…
His sleek smile contorting his face
Displaying devilish relics
Beckoning nostalgic deja vu
His hands, within the cage of manacles
Twitching, horny,
Longing for another illicit grab,
Oblivious of his sentence
Of the agape atmosphere
Of the judges iron stare
Her roaring sentence filled the chamber
Guiding and directions to drought
And damnation,
And doom…
Lifetime lesson.

I walk out of that consignment
Into the sunny bright streets
Caressing my caged wild fruit
Bitter-sweet memory
With an assurance and reassurance
That the litter thrown in the bin
That a new day has come,
Hope then faith…
Always love.

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