THE BLACK STAG

The royals wedding Oh… what a heart rendering Emotion stealing Laughter busting Dance enthralling Joy brooding Moment capturing Time stopping Memory filling Mind escaping Mouth watering Charming. blossoming love bonding and blooming mixture of concoctions and coincidences escaping into the still time. Beautiful  women Ghanaians to Ethiopians Heavenly fumes and intoxicating music Chariots and maiden horses Cadillac eldorados and Rolls Royce limousines exotic cuisines, expensive white carpets  & tents classy designer outfits & cuff links like a white birthday cake party by a candle lit pool  under the dry golden evening African skies in green golden serene landscapes the yacht honey moons on private islands…. a poor man dreams harder on cold floors.

The Love Alchemist The presence of her goddess essence was beyond magnificence that it made the eye forget to blink The only definition of beauty I knew and could ever imagine of Amidst all creation of the infinite universe Her thought turned my head a whirlwind As the musical voice sent my soul to unexplored lands and galaxies to empty lonely balconies on beach fronts Her sinful velvet touch was no match Gentle as pooh bears fur on the dark, seasoned, leather-tough Bantu skin Her heart was bigger than the world vibrant like the evil West African drums  I could hear it beat under my rib cage As her broad pretty smile envied by the rainbow kept messing up my OS like a Chinese virus infested gadget. Hers was genuine, timeless  and priceless like a pirates map to the secret riches I was falling, falling deeper Not scared to get hurt For I saw no end to where I was falling love was a fairy tale yet to be tol...

Zoroastrian priest Can I cry because I lost her? Should I regret because I didn’t talk to her? I know I wish I knew her The chances we didn’t snag Haunt us like silent wild white ghosts on lonely nights or  mundane noons As the nebulous images fill the apperception and bury us in regret dunes Sometimes I wanna speak in a desolated language like a Zoroastrian priest I numb at the gems down the drain Fairy memoirs of a gentleman Let me curse myself and wish my name was magus

GHETTO MAN Hi there I see you huh! You say you’re fine But nah you ain't Your scotch brown dreads Speak of resilience And your dark skin That drips dark chocolate like sweat in the cold Know much of the merciless scotching of the sun And the tear gas pregnant air Wandering bullets voices That speak with silence You say you have been robbed of huh? You know your right, right? But you die with silent murmurs STAND UP GHETTO MAN

THE MOODY STUMP The walking moody stump Didn’t care to say hello on Monday Neither goodbye on a Friday

Price of wind Tell me the price of wind I wanna buy it And stuff it in my room All to myself as they are busy fighting for oil Not to blow my secrets away But fly me across the world Like the witches broom How many bucks or pennies for it? For my study lamp all night Or ounces of gold To cast despair away and bellow forth felicity The whispers of the devils in the other worlds I wanna hear What cost does it take For the wind vane to point my direction? I wanna sway Like the coconut And palm trees in the storm From the unwavering energy Tell me the price of wind I wanna buy it.

Not yet uhuru My back aches when I rest With pain my nerves glow My consciousness,  they suppress not to grow In the veins , tiredness I can feel it flow I cant sleep, there’s water on the floor My soles from the journeys might blow This is a hustle not a show You better wake up at four And use your mental  fingers to draw If you desire a little more Stay true to your core It’s not yet uhuru

AUNT PENNY'S TELEGRAM Aunt Penny's telegram was short and it read “HELLO HOWDY DOODY  WORK HARD, YOU WILL BE GREAT”

soothsayer's tooth Oh! Am lucky lucky like the soothsayers tooth

This is for you Martha You inspire me as Jesus to a wannabe saint The raging wind to a dying fire  An atom of Oxygen on burning coal This spark, now I can roar and thunder again This is for you Martha

ROADSIDE FLOWERS And these roadside flowers Who planted them? How many people do you think they have seen? How many times have they been stepped on? Which types of shoes did you say they know? If they loved you dear roadside flowers The water in their bottles you could drink Not choke from their plastic sweet wraps or the toxic gas from their autos Please lend me your resilience

TECHIE LOVE Ooh my baby My baby is crying I don't know what she wanna say Ooh my baby She blinks frequently That's why  love her I can't forget you my baby To church or class In the mid of a conference or prayer I'll still get a glimpse of you You are my everything My face on your interface Vice versa too I love what I see You are my world With all these friends And messages from allover the world too

IF I HAD TO CHOOSE If I had to choose,  I would choose another you A girl with eyes that levitate me And a voice that lulls me to sleep Like a royal baby on codeine If she has to walk on these rocks  Let them be her runway With an award winning confidence smile tearing up her pinky velvet smooth chin She will have head and always keep it high above the trees Like an Andean condor scavenging in summer A lady with a soul not a voice O'er and o'er it's you always that I'll choose

ECONOMIC SUPPRESSION Everybody is borrowing a buck The corrupt filthy assembly of pigs too Whom will I borrow from? My professor is selling passed down brassieres who will teach me? And these religious leaders, my only pocket change for "blessings" they mug me for Am a poor mortal with "nothing and no voice"

SANE MAN Hey over there Look at me waving at you I see you mumbling to yourself in dirty tattered clothes Are you speaking to your soul maybe? Sometimes quarreling the whispering trees I wonder why? Or you heard them gossip harshly about you behind your back? But maybe they don’t sway in the right manner they are supposed to Like a naughty campus girl in a short loose skirt with a hot intention on a freezing Friday noon down the hallway Those bugs .. .how do you live with them? Don’t they bite you? They look fat, you must be healthy and full of nutrients Maybe you just an extreme insect lover while I am the phobic here And what is that you eat? How are your intestines comfortable with that? Do they have eyes like mine? Do they see? Don’t tell me they don’t have a voice Mine have the usual trippy feminine sensitivity Sometimes the growls would tell you I ate lions Yet I only was at TACO BELL, KFC and DOMIN...

CHARLOTTE                                            If I had one last moment                                    To speak, to HER                            I don’t know what I would tell her                      ...Numb...                 Because the silent gazes          And the burning teary eyes Could deafen her now hazy soul and blind my eyes from her conspicuous sparkling ceramic  toenails as her short English all flower embroidered dress hold spell bound a stags thought    I need a pompous grandiloquent peroration with Charlotte      ...

Purple haze and codeine Two different time zones, Seconds, years to centuries apart Two worlds in two different universes Am walking to heaven now with these muddy feet For god so loved the world If I jump from this skyscraper I won’t break Ooh hallucinations…. Drugs are not for humans #NACADA

COLOUR THING I travel to places I meet faces Pale and dark “Civilized and uncivilized” All burning under one sun And running for cover from the same rain Same reaction to the cold As their lungs compete for the same strokes Not to mention geography told me one planet And same moons too Nature is colourful Without doubt  that’s its beauty So tell me what is this colour thing all about now?

EGO Breathe ego breathe... In death there s no breath You'll die ego What a goddamn'it!!!

POETIC CAESAR Storms on Jupiter, head on fire A thousand drops, don't save my soul Truth and wisdom, logic set me free Zeus, I wanna rain over Roma Thunder and roar than king lion of Judah on the mountains of Zion Poetic Caesar I cut the word with my mental scissors Like a cannibal of the Savannah, deep in with my incisors too

MAIDEN HORSE Your white mane maiden horse The snow white skin They make you a beauty A heart of the royals you reincarnate me a loyal

SOLO RIDER When the early morning crow caws Bumble for burgoo and caviar The neighs, the saddle awaits you Beyond the horizons your mystical footsteps are yearned From this cell the caged bird sings A curse to the colonel The doom whisper to the masters          ...jailbird.. The sun and stars live in your land The saxos, violins and harps can't wait to be plucked to your tune of glory

ALL GOD'S CHILDREN NEED WALKING SHOES Lets not be silly Lily you were and still a lily Worth than a zilli A fire when chilly Now I wonder really? No more cranberry juice Ice cream and choc flakes Do you bank on my mistakes? Tell me what it takes To build up from quakes I see myself in your head The rose in your bed My heartbeat even when dead For me you were made So precious even if you were lead Outta the ghetto Without stilettos The queen without peso The best to paint her was Picasso Like mad villains dancing to wild drums And trees bleeding for justice Even the dead trunk complained I walk on dust, I walk on water Truly, all God's children need walking shoes