INVISIBLE THINGS I search for invisible things in the air hoping there is where you are, and where they are Sipping on empty things to wash down the entrapped errant despair and Piping all day, hoping this holy smoke carries to your deepest chambers whispers of my succumbing tender lungs with ultimate timeless love & care Pipe & cup all day long, to fill this limitless void caved inside, where sight has no glance not even when all those candles glowing around your epitaph And the wild birds of air echo this long voiceless symphony from every alveolus, my assumption-less assumption assumes... I hope you are a phoenix... In the end, pleasing psychometric findings to be awarded, for every prayer never rewarded and answer for every obbligato question posed because the saddest ones always start with why? and why after that why there seems to be no zed? But its subliminal that’s why I don’...
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Demi lovato Sorry am not sorry Am savage You make a bad boy feel good And a good boy feel bad Your long neck drives the white matter into a prurient frenzy And garrotes the grey matter with such phenomenal radiance If twas a game... pelota, emotions pizzicato Am in, this’ a Masters... and am a veteran So when this venomous thought sparks And the fire rages Don’t leave me burning Take the cylinder and put it out Or break the pump So I may burn down to ashes beyond recognition over this nervous disposition eating me up like a worm I wanted a Picasso’s, a monalisa here you are, like you came from my dream the angel the other night am your parrot in the cage I’ll echo your voice each time you speak For this is an obsession And if they saw how your soul spoke to ma soul It will be like something they never seen A mirror in another mirror Would you tell the reflection? Perfect crime You ...
She still She still Dreams Of Good boys And grand weddings Of a person Who’ll rub her back And scratch her rib Slowly and sensationally a ll night long And all her infinite fantasies Are of a gentleman Who’ll carry her bag In the store or to church to bribe god And one who'll bring her breakfast in bed in winter Candle lit dinners on summers a million surprises in romantic of ambiances and uncountable roses on uncountable days uncountable times too She still... wishes for a bad boy Who’ll never hurt her but cook for her and kick the fire out of her ass as the slow sounds of jazz eat up her soul as she feels his strokes throb erroneously in her aorta she still... prays for a good boy a little bad but sent from heaven just for her who’ll; do her garments when she’s heavy and the utensils too especially when she is on energy saving mode and make her some fresh mango juice as she c...
LETTER TO DEAR EX PROFESSOR. I hope this letter finds you in the best of moods that you may acquaint yourself with every word and emotion engraved in it and not trash it in the expensive bin the way you have always done to my blurred ambition . I won’t beat around the bush just as you don’t, and so through this ink I face you without a full stop of fear because now is now as there is never another chance to tell the truth. First I want to let you know I’m much and much more disappointed with you beyond measure or any other form of calibration or degree than the way you were disappointed with my Afro kinky hairstyle when I met you in the lift going out for lunch in a swanky hotel somewhere in town I guess. Hey pretty professor you still judge people by their looks? Oh damn… Is it your ego or doctorate trying to disapprove the old adage “DO NOT JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER” ? Well I have no degree of my own I guess that’s what makes you see me as a senseless walking ...
Parenting and parenthood For long I’ve wanted to write about this but I remember that it’s a subject that I’m still a freshman to. With such timid knowledge and experience on the subject matter, I have always felt like a blind man leading those of similar sight as his because of the of the ocean ahead and the deepness of this ‘invisible’ trench. However that within has a way of finding its way out and mostly life must be lived without experience and for that matter we base our truths on knowledge apriori as clarified by Kant. It is this assertion that energises me as if I am holding a can of energy drink to my mouth even though I personally never feel energised after passing a pair of them down my throat. In my mid-twenties I sometimes feel like I have been too long around on this soggy ball floating in space. One thing that kind of scares (for lack of a better softer word) me is parenthood. Looking around I see lots of peers with little ones and others bellies h...
Phenomenal feminine I want a girl A girl with head head like marie curie A lady with a voice bolder than Maya's A woman with dreams dreams that Sir Ellen Johnson sirleaf awes at A woman with visions that surpass those of Joan of arc’s A brave mother Definitely Wangu Wa Makeri's bravura I need me a phenomenal feminine With a jewish stand on a saturday afternoon To calm me this beasts too I need me a phenomenal feminine
Wild Goose Sometimes I have to lie, but I do it for you You don’t lie, but I know you do it for I The rains hit us, neither did the wind forget to maul us, but hands we clasped...firmly than a mortise lock Neither did the hell hot sun evaporate the highly volatile images perceptibly floating in us Our souls burn brightly in each others eyes The long timeless stares remind me of doctrinal miracles and the unseen forces of physics and chemistry So we found ourselves unconscious converts Of this invisible imaginary religion with no god abracadabra or science and pragmatic theory To assert its origin For no particular thing pulled us together If not this complicated entombed emotion that sits on and o'er Philosophy intoxicatingly caressing psychology goofily That’s the kind of love our dreary and weary souls wild-goose chased
Big bang theory She is the thaumaturgy of midnights whisper And the ethereal magic of winters spark Oscillating in my braincase as an atom in quiescent space Her complex body language stirs up memories of Latin verbs in my Herculean mind Dilating the conscious conscience within with such transmundane glamour & celestial glee, yet still constricting the coniferous pessimistic thought she is the sweet barbiturate lulling the gods of love and men of philosophia to deep Goliathic sleep Her taintless body and dirty mind uproars ethics into this nostrum pandemonic nebula Bang! ... There goes another big Big Bang theory
Jasmine Oh! H ow painful, sorrowful, heart breaking emotion stuttering in a brief, it was and still is Seeing you invincibly and invisibly disappear from existence Slipping into thin airs outta the world into the dark universe masquerading without notice nor alarm Like you and I never knew you did ever exist in existence We should haven’t said goodnight See you... we’ll talk in the morning Maybe that was the envy of the fading old wrinkled barren jealous evening sagging creepily on the evening golden sky linings That blew this voiceless cold sordid fate whistle, from the devils arduous squalid lips uns’to where you lay, prowling like a dark cat on onto the placid soul In all that burning humility, concrete resilience and undying ember of hope That beasts‘ kiss cruel Its w...
COOKIE There is nothing pricier and beautiful in the whole of nature in its diversity, the universe in all its grandeur, paradise in its splendidness and heaven in its awesomeness than your beautiful picture that hangs down on the walls of my soul and mind. It is criminal how you stole my heart...elegantly fading away into yours. If the heavens could speak, this you would’ve heard in your heart not in grandiloquence but with utmost innate and verdant simplicity ever to caress your witty thought. The worst was to imagine there existed better than I of a heart filthy rich and pure like extra virgin olive oil, that would ever rob me of you and render me a coot in beautiful agony and vexing verminous trauma for y...
Oak My love is deeply rooted into the magical dale of your soul as I search for the thirst quenching and life giving drop History knows names of lovers Bonny and Clyde Romeo and Juliet But my heart sparkles at the utter of your name You are the viceroy from god and the Apollo of my world Your sweet stinging thought hums and flies around my defenseless head like a swarm of hornets and like an oaks roots, deeply into you am rooted
Mad city The city is mad Yes it is Let the clouds cry and you’ll know But the termites are happy Yes they are I can see them in the lucid visions On the anthills from savannah to the countryside How they hungrily dance in the mid airs As if tasting the tasteless tears from heaven Now I hope you hear the bee buzzing drain stenches And see the auto drivers wishing pilots and pedestrians wishing for wings Mad city why do you bite me with such cold? Is it because I scold full of bold?
