JAW ON PALMS (الثورة)

JAW ON PALMS  (الثورة)

Jaw on palms,

as the raging storms

disturbs not my calm

mindless where its from.

North-East or South-South,

my pen cried out,

you all ignored my shout

so I shut my mouth.

Watching the avalanche

from a distance,

knowing we stand no chance.

Too late for repentance.

Here comes the torpedo,

here comes the volcano,

whirl winds and tornado,

wiping off the rainbow.

The conversio is here,

the epananstassi is near,

the breathe of fresh air,

no one shall be speared.

even the deaf shall hear

the dead shall feel

as the decietful reel

and the decieved heal

This  الثورة  is real.

THIS IS FOR

THIS IS FOR

This is for the wisdom lovers
and budding philosophers,
who do nothing but seek
for answers to theories opaque and bleak.
For the offsprings of eve
who are of the truth naive.
Hunting from door to door,
fishing out theoretical flaws.
The minority like minds
who refuse to remain blind
valiantly declining to conform
to obsolete and frivolous norms.
Wallowing in ignorance for no one knows
those who postulated these ethos,
yet sheepishly we follow.

Call us rebels of society,
calls us soldiers of reality
as we seek to liberate,
rejuvenate and emancipate
the lost and depressed
the crushed and oppressed 
the weak and suppressed 
the feeble and meek
the skeptics and agnostics.

Though few and marginalized
our objectives shall materialize
and make the world realize.

HADES BOUND

HADES BOUND

Popping morphine
because truth hurts, as nothing
can save me.
This is inevitability.

Reality is dawn,
obvious as the sun.
The rays come onwards,
I wake up looking eastwards.

What a cold world we live in,
no matter what season,
hypothermia is chilling.
Tremors and shivers
no fear, no fever
nothing kills faster.


This spherical surface
we grace with grace,
is soon to be transformed into a tomb.
There is enough rough room
for everyone's doom.
The direct opposite of my mother's womb.

THE AFTERMATH

THE AFTERMATH

Silence sniffing 
through the alley, deafening
as a deserted valley.
Souvenir as lifeless bodies,
swimming in a pool of blood
thick as mud.
Brains pour forth from skull,
something they all 
have in common.
Fresh widows mourn,
tonight orphans were made,
as fathers kissed the blade
of blunt thirsty axe.
Fleeing faceless black mask,
the task was done,
as families wept till dawn.

ALL SHALL FALL

ALL SHALL FALL

Vain,

The whole world to gain,

achievements higher than mountains,

wealth dripping as the rain,

soon to be washed down the drain.

The wisest of brain,

the sexiest of dame,

the trendiest of game,

the highest of aim,

the brightest of fame

even the wealthiest of name,

to count for nothing,

when inevitability comes knocking

when time comes ticking

be you ready or stuttering

The glorious call 

awaits all, no one shall

be exempted, for all shall fall.

SUCCUBUS

SUCCUBUS

In the dead of nights,

creeping beneath sights,

destination was my lonely bed.

My shoulder, pillow to her head.

On my ticklish nipples

softly she nibbles,

tricks with her tongue,

nothing ever felt so wrong.

Moans, groans

and late night sensual tones.

Eyes closed as I fantasize,

Leilani Leeanne and I on the edge of  paradise.

Gliding on the milky way,

sliding through the dark ray

into an oasis of guilty pleasure

with this sexually possessed creature.

Events unfolding free flowing express 

activities this pen dare not express

Till the climax after suspense 

letting off all my defenses

before coming to my senses.

Open up my eyes and there's no one,

looking around and she's all gone.

BLACK POETRY vol. 2

BLACK POETRY VOL2

Funny aint it? 

The motherland

 and

 the cradle of civilization

 endured years of colonization 

before it attained a level of modernization.

 Pour me some scotch, 

even God watched

 as my ancestors were lynched and torched. 

Those who stood their ground

 had their foot chopped off and bound.

 R.I.P KINTA KUNTE,

 R.I.P MARCUS GARVEY. 

Racism is still alive today

 Brothers from distant clan,

 The Klu Klux Klan 

still striving to conquer

 the black panther.

 A prophecy paved the way

 for the self realization of today 

as the dreams of Dr Martin Luther 

manifested in Barack Obama.

BENEATH THE SHADES OF MORASS

BENEATH THE SHADES OF MORASS

Journeying in austerity,
toiling in vanity,
morrow's dawn of uncertainty.
For the oceans burn,
the planet turns
and the moon shades the sun.
Beneath the shadows I hide,
laid to rest my pride,
as I embrace fate like my bride,
just maybe if I show some loyalty,
she might come to empathy
for I am wretchedly filthy
and deserve no sympathy.
Passionately I kiss her
married we are, together
for all eternity
in this unholy matrimony,,,,,,,

FOOTPRINTS

FOOTPRINTS

Walking the path

of greatness unshod. Fat

blooming thorns caressing,

scornful stares spiking.

Your nights, my days

overly flawed my ways.

Paw-prints on scrolls

as ink from pen flows,

filling the lacuna of the blind

permanent impression left on their minds,

like Buzz Aldrin on the moon.

Your time shall be done soon,

what shall you be known for?

This is what I have to show for.

Future generations tracing my track ways,

timeline in gold, brass or clay?

Deeds of our prime,

etched on the sands of time.