You are here: Home / Archives for 2015

Archives for 2015

Prisoner

I long for the freedom of the landscape
Where I can allow myself to escape
When the walls are closing in on me
And Hell seems the right place to be.

I reach out to touch the untouchable
I dream of reaching the impossible
I count the sand grains through the hour-glass
Knowing my fate will soon come to pass.

Helpless, hands tied behind my back
No amount of fighting will allow the chains to slack
I beg for reprieve, for a just one chance of freedom
For on last attempt to seek God’s wisdom

I open the gates of the past to catch up
Allowing old pain, hurt and regrets to fill my cup
Holding on to memories of days gone by
While I beseech my soul in vain, to not cry

My mind is strong though my willpower weak
I lived a sunny dream with a future so bleak
I’m trapped in a cell with bars of a strange kind
I’m locked up for life, a prisoner of my own mind.

This world

This world has become a stage where everyone does whatever he or she feels like doing at his or her own time.
Busy pleasing the world out there where he or she receives no profit cause they which he or she is trying to please are also at work pleasing others and getting lost in the way of pleasing others.
That’s the reason why he or she is down on his or her knees, cause he or she values a copy more than an original.
Humanity has lost its ground with people holding their peace from good, gathering up all the riches of this world to themselves as if there is a truck that flies to Heaven to carry their riches with them.
This world has become a playground where people get to play with innocent souls just to fulfil their filthy souls.
Where people pretend to love you only to realize that to them, you’re just a teabag and a nappy, once used you’re thrown away.
Where people expect much out of life than it expect in them, throwing them with dissapointments that tear them apart day by day.
Where people are too good to be true, faking smiles as if they are facebook emojies and creating fake identities for themselves just to earn likes cause likes speak louder than words this days.
But if it is by the will of God then it is okay with my soul cause its okay not to be okay when people are okay.
The question is, have you ever wondered, do you ever wonder, will you ever wonder who you are than who you should be and wanna be in life?

A modicum of reality; A modicum of delirium

Birth and expiration is in close proximity;
However, ironically it infers open contrariness…
Disparage the ignoble, and seek those of equanimity;
Abhor the sinned, and seek those of kindness.
For The Creator is nothing, yet everything_
The Creator is neither male nor female nor transgender-
It is in this thought that we stimulate finding
To find the creator of The Creator thru wonder-
Attempt to search for me, and I shall come,
Call upon my name, and I will undoubtedly hear,
Speak to me, and I shall eternally listen;
Display compassion, and you will attain salvation.
Contemplate about my nonexistence and decipher your birth;
Meditate upon my existence and decipher your expiration.

Pain for love

He stood over me

Our eyes met and locked

His eyes had such intense emotions

I stared into them to remember the day it all began

The love, the passion

All is lost

As blood splattered on the floor

I hear her voice

She sat in the corner, fear was all around her

I heard her scream for help

And just before it got silent

I said “I will be okay”

Craving

I don’t know why but you still give me sleepless nights…
It’s like every time I try to move on my heart fights…
I thought my world is dark without you but Its time for me to turn on the lights…
I’m lighting up the path to what the future holds for us so I can get valuable insights…

On how to deal with all this newly acquired spite…
I can’t believe that you’re still the reason that I write…

Every line ,every stanza, every poem represents our relationship with fine precision…
If I could write about anything else then that wouldn’t be my hearts decision…
It’s funny how my mind greets my hearts love for you with derision….
You probably don’t get it within myself my mind and heart face a division…

My brain questions what my heart believes but they both know this is not lust…
As love so pure shared between two people can never turn into dust…

It won’t because dare I say it I LOVE YOU it’s that simplistic…
So my Aphrodite take my hand and let us be more optimistic…
There’s no need for me to continue being sadistic…
It’s time for you to let your heart talk so that you can stop being so pessimistic…

While our hearts throb for a life of a relationship…
Your mind confines us to a life of friendship…
You can’t want a friendship when all you offering is an acquaintanceship…
I’ve showed loyalty! ,I’ve proven myself! dammit
don’t I deserve your companionship…

salt

I’ve slept on salty ocean floors,Had serpents tread on my bare feet….plucked thorns from my spine,I’ll get over you too.

Broken hope

The world is broken
My heart is sore
My tears have fallen
My mind is numb my thoughts are raw

They called us a coming generation
In the olden days they believed
That we’ll be a united nation
Wherever they be they’re grieved

A child is pregnant and called a teen parent
A boy sleeps in booze as though he’s old
I lift my hands in full surrender right at this current
For what I see is a generation giving no hope.

This is our never to be fixed world
I’ll live to heal it with words…

An Orphan of an Orphan

In the season of sickness
the days of fever and coldness
hunger ruling and farms growing boldness

The woman who was abandoned by her parents
adopted by the love of the woods
raised by the bright lights of the moons
grew up alone in an old scary house built with wood

She learned the languages spoken by the animals
her attire so strange as she used no modern materials.
Is she African?
She is an Orphan

A woman so beautiful
surrounded by creatures as her community
but loneliness made her life painful
all she ever wanted was something so wonderful
but what she never knew was that she was developing something so sorrowful

A life without parents, no-one to talk to,she knew she was an Orphan
days without time,months without dates passed by
as she still desired for her loneliness to pass by
sooner the woods were surprised by
the strange manly presence of an intruder
a hunter,a man with 12 sisters and no brother

She is still an Orphan
the sun was crying to set
the Hunter desperate for a catch
but fortunately his eyes got a catch

Her face coloured by the red sunset light
her beauty penetrating his eyes tight
two hearts were beating in a fight
her heart was sweating with joy, that she’s no longer an Orphan

Days with dates, months with love passed
abandoned by her own parents
she thought she now found a new family
they treated her with love,aiming she will bring an heir in the family
he promised them that his beloved shall give them an heir

Is she still an Orphan?
she was in pains,but a lot of hope
she knew those were Labour pains
this might wipe away her title “orphan” forever
surrounded by elders and her in-laws
she is about to bring life to earth

Something she never heard before
something she thought she’ll never hear
a first sound of her first baby’s cry
she smiled, with her hopes still high

Is she still an Orphan?
their reaction revealed hatred and anger
as she lifted her head
she saw a small,beautiful,little baby girl
as she smiled and carried her
few seconds later they were left alone in the room
few minutes later, her beloved entered the room
with a sad, disappointed, angry face
sooner the elders and in-laws were present as well

As her heart was beating fast with tears falling from her eyes
her feet shaking as if she walked in ice
their faces didn’t look so nice
that’s when she got rejected
her feelings neglected
they kicked her out,with nothing but only her rejected baby girl
she then knew and admitted that she is not just cursed
but she is and will forever be an Orphan

In the raining cold day
with no place where the head can stay
under a tree shaking in the wind’s way
she looked in her crying baby’s eye
she looked to the heavens
while the rain was washing away her tears
penetrating her eyes
she shouted”I am really an Orphan”
she looked at her daughter said
“truth be told, you are a daughter of an Orphan”
on that day
the baby was named
“An Orphan of an Orphan ”

RED

Red is for freedom
Red is for escape
Red is for courage
Red is for strenght
Red is for power
Red is for blood
Red is for life ,my life
and the only way to stop
this pain- is to cease to exhist ……

Jasmin

I smell the jasmin
the wind calls me to smell
i open the door

« Previous Page
Next Page »