DEATH ROW

DEATH ROW

Parturition, delivered.

Awoken bewildered,

memories withered.

The invisible monarchy, 

condemned us all to this penitentiary.

Trapped in time,

ignorant of what crime,

taped to mime

to the tunes of chance,

as uncertainty takes it stance.

*deep sigh*

Life, walking through this mine field,

Strife, keeping the mind filled,

Fife, playing leaves the soul thrilled.

Despite this respite,

darkness yet shines so bright.

Empty as a hollow, 

gazing at the gallows,

Earth is  Death Row,

we all are not promised tomorrow.

immortality is inevitability,

no intellectual capability

has defiled this ultimate eventuality.

LORD OF SILENCE

LORD OF SILENCE

*bell dings!!*

Deafening echoes of silence,

peace rules as no violence 

rumbles this tunnel,

just the dings of the bell.

Dark the firmaments

all day in this continent

though the cloudy skies bring no rains

for there are no grains 

to be watered

as those that thirsted and hungered

are eternally comforted,

are eternally contented.

*bell dings!!*

Kneel before the Lord of silence,

mesmeric his filthy essence,

all shiver at the feel of his cold

grip, young and old

the timid, fearless even the bold

kiss the ring of the soul snatcher.

Embrace the grim reaper

and be free forever.

SHACKLES

SHACKLES

Born servitude

the black race.

White demons with all the ace.

Burdens of magnitude

weigh on the descendants of Cush.

Flesh in pains,

minds in chains,

Jah bless the Kush.

Thirsty in the Atlantic,

 shivering in the Sahara,

like warmth in Alaska.

Suffering a midst gigantic

affluence. Eyes wide shut

to the truth,

buried to the root,

whoever speaks is shot.

Roll up the blinds,

liberate thoughts from manacles 

cast off those psychological shackles.

Emancipate opaque minds

with the swinging Axe of freedom.

Servitude stings,

we are kings,

and Africa is our kingdom.

VERTIGO

VERTIGO

Fazed at this crossroad,

weighed down by a truck load 

of worries and wary.

Burdened by my bags of mystery.

This futile mortal journey,

from cradle to grave,

to vanity we are enslaved,

psychological shackles

and torturous manacle.

Trapped in this asylum,

the lingering question,

where did we all emerge from?

Shut the Venetian blinds

to my soul, my mind

seeing through the dark

as ideas lit a spark.

Faced with the stark 

of reality. The crack 

of  dawn at sunrise,

I rise to soliloquize.

Looking back, taking a peek,

not even close to my peak.

I just flew over the moon

might hit my pinnacle soon,

Nostalgia and panic,

skull numb unable to think.

swerving to this vertigo

breezing with the wind flow

uncertain what the future holds.

SATELLITES

SATELLITES

In my castle on the clouds,

alone a midst the crowds

wide awake dreaming,

dusk till morning.

The planet keeps spinning.

Lens fixated on the stars,

thoughts lost in mars,

wandering, wondering,

existing gets boring,

ambition keeps me moving.

Maybe dreams come true,

that I can't assure you.

Life blends joy with sorrow,

nights brings no rainbow,

skies might be sunny tomorrow.

Stay wishing on the satellites,

listen to the tales by moon light,

fairies might tend to your plight,

paradise is but a fantasy,

hell is reality.

SOLITARY WONDERER

    SOLITARY WONDERER

One score and four

years, been on this tour.

Wondering till mind sore

eyes wide shut, star

gazing till optical nerves tore.

Flooding questions pour

forth, rhetorical answers sought for,

door leading to further doors.

Nature's works left me awe.

*Deep Sigh*

So a cosmic blast bore

rhinoceros, dragons and dinosaurs?

Evolution dispatches any creator.

We all have a common ancestor.

Gravity failed to pull the earth's core

as nowt suspends its floor.

Neither bright nights nor

dark days eyes never saw

through the Bermuda. War

of the worlds, theoretical flaws.

The earth was flat before

its spherical shape restore.

Curiosity's claw

keeps me mining like iron ore

determined to request more

solutions to this puzzling puzzle. Unsure

if my mayflower will reach its seashore.

BALLAD OF THE DEAF

             BALLAD OF THE DEAF

Married to the pen,

bleeding on sacred scrolls, 

as priceless ink flow.

On the boulevard of confusion i stroll,

watching heads roll,

welcome to the lions' den.

The world is an asylum,

clerics and evangelists

robed up as therapists,

we run to our chemists

as they refill eardrums

with same old fallacies.

What is the weather 

in hell at winter?

no one questions the maker,

only but a fool's fantasy.

Yet, curiosity chewing me up 

we all need something to believe in

no theory is relieving

as it all seems deceiving.

My skeptic cloak I drop,

and make this realm my solemn haven.

Certified out cast of heaven,

expecting no raven

from the sky hurled

to quell this hunger

for undiluted wisdom.

Unlike the prophet  Elijah 

when my time is done,

in headed for oblivion

the state of perfection,

with the fairies and elf,

the winds holding sway,

dark nights all day,

listening to the bagpipes play

the ballad of the deaf.