ALONE

ALONE

Dimmed lights,
secluded from sights,
sitting on my couch
cigarette sticks in my pouch
listening to soothing sounds of jazz
life is but a  farce.

Alone with my closest companion
whispering to my ear drum.
Mind, body and soul in a threesome
making love to my lonesome.
For I was cold all day,
now my pains drizzle away,
all warries cease
as times freeze.
So much fun in solitude
as I approach my altitude. 
Worries now pacific,
I found the relief I seek.

DOOR TO DOORS

DOOR TO DOORS

The lingering question

lingers on.

Fingers flipping through

the encyclopedia, glue

my eyes on Wikipedia

trying to figure out why we are here.

Door lead to doors

lost in the days of Tudors

The era of Renaissance

Jahiliyyah, the period of ignorance.

Took a dive into Euphrates

swimming back in time to save Socrates

interrogating Aristotle and Plato

my astral plane froze in Pluto,

clinging onto Oduduwa's chain,

Time ticking, the hour glass drains,

anticipating utopia,

I awoke in Ethiopia.

Seeking keys to unlock 

mysteries from Darwin or John Locke,

inside the mountain I snuck up on Mohammed,

Jihadist strive to have me beheaded.

For undiluted answers

I questioned st Aquinas

his Revelation was the Genesis

of my unending mental crisis.

Banging on the doors

of Christ their Lord Jesus

to quench my thirsty for eternity

and be fed at Galilee

I waiver for the fear of hell

if ultimately I fell

into Buddah's temple to visit Guru Maharaji

maybe his promulgation might come in handy.

Confused on who to follow

Zeus, Prometheus or Apollo?

Resisting the cave in

found myself in the caves in 

which Egyptian mummies laugh

my tummy starve

Curiosity is hunger, 

curiosity is cancer,

we'll all die without

figuring nothing out.

THE FLOP! :)

THE FLOP ! :)

Embedded in wisdom,

a slave to freedom.

Adorns a crown of nonchalance

as he leaves everything to chance.

Irrelevancies his priority,

handles necessities with frivolity.

Once a bright star twinkling

before twilight already dwindling.

Slumbered and slumped

whimpered as he is dumped,

submerged below sea level.

Depression cuddles,

saddened to the marrow

drowns his sorrow 

in a pool full of liquor

as peers no longer view him as equal.

THE BRIDE IN BLACK II

THE BRIDE IN BLACK II



Half way around the world,
he disappeared with her wealth
without a word
to anyone, in a freight
with his coveted mistress.
Basking in affluence
his bride in distress
she mourned in silence
the demise of her blossomed hibiscus.
She cried a waterfall
with no one to discus
but the empty wall
of her desolate mansion.
Not even time could heal
her wreaked emotions
Years on she reels still,
Her bags of mystery 
she  carries around with an Axe
till the point of insanity.
"Have you seen Clayton" she asks
round the world she searched
for two deacades
in sorrow her mind drenched.
Her body is a pile of wreckage
Smile replaced with frown
still donning her once white as snow
but now black gown
everywhere she goes.

THE BRIDE IN BLACK I

THE BRIDE IN BLACK I


Several months
they sailed in courtship,
satisfying all his wants,
her property to his trusteeship.
Smooth sailing,
on the ocean of passion 
both peacefully coexisting
in her forty bedroom mansion,
as they planned 
to walk down the isle.
Night and day he showered 
her with roses and phony smile.
So carried away
she was, never thought 
she would be standing alone at the subway.
Two diamond rings she bought.
On her hen night,
she partied like it was her last
on tomorrow she had her sight
set, it couldn't come any fast.
Overly dressed for the occasion,
she headed for the shocker
her groom had other intentions
he left her standing at the alter.  

THE NEXT EPISODE

THE NEXT EPISODE

Pages flip,

rage drips,

the rib cages

uncontrollable heart beat. Stages 

set for the next episode.

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

The rat so smart,

neglects the Monkey's stat.

Phony smiles from the Reaper

as the interloper
continues to enjoy his stay,

calm holds sway.

Like the sea snakes's motion

at the bottom of the ocean,

watching, waiting

for the right timing. 

The drama yet to unfold

soon to be told

by this pen

then, the interloper's carcass in the lion's den.

THE INTERLOPER

THE INTERLOPER

Creeping,

as a mouse reaching 

for cheese. Like a leech

carving a niche.

The Reaper is still

the flying monkey is not ill,

sits back and watches 

as the bitch bleaches.

He is not blind,

but has his mind 

set like the sun to the west,

nothing will perturb his rest.

The snitch creeps deeper,

the bitch falls over,

ashamed of their shit,

they hide under the sheet,

and make out in secret.

Right under the Reaper's nose

till the wind blows.