THE BLACK STAG

Profundity Men are always going somewhere Judge them not by the shoe they wear But their bold and care And how they dare These journeys are not to scare or wear So just don’t sit on a chair This is the mission of profundity

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 whisper violent, ugly its face, inhuman its f

                                            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 you are too fine Finer than fine You deserve the best not better

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

Window pane poems And all those window pen poems I still hope;  to read them to you Word to word, punctuation mark to the other Soul stirrer ,                                                  

fear                              Fear blocks our way to chances Do not fear greatness #kgodquotes

I have been in deep thought but deep thought has been in me too.

LAST THOUGHT Do not find fault, forgive. Do not judge, correct. Do not blame, take responsibility. Don’t just watch, speak, act. All because life is short, shorter than your very last thought alive.

Fear of failure is the enemy of success, hope, change, hard work growth are the ingredients of success. You are the chef, make your own sauce.

The worm under the compost pit knows where the heat is most

Volcanoes We all volcanoes, just don’t be the dormant one.                                #kgodquotes

               I believe one love is one god

How about How about             You let me out?                                   Kindly...

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?

Dream I still dream Of you As a poor man of heavens reward of riches  Embracing hope like a job seeker in the evil midday haze and poisonous hunger in a park Thinking of the source of his next meal and buck Or the only job I’ll ever be blessed to get Of you and none other this dream is all about

Count Count on me One two three To infinity Till you run out of breathe Yes, till you run out of breadth

                                                                    Nailante                                                                                                                      She is my dark Nilotic beauty                                                          that stands tall                                                          with cassava white teeth                                                          and cute shiny pupils .                                                          Tall over the rest                                                          with such humble intimidation                                                          that none seems to notice.                                                         Taller than a jumping  moran on a peak.                                                          Her black skin a choice to all,                                                          and a voice favourite to a

Rolling stones Rolling stones gather no moss But YOU… I hope I will I HOPE. As the universe has rolled me into you

Wasted Am here wasted       So I’ll forever  lie on this chunk of ice          and save the energy           In this desolated sea            Like a walrus or sea lion      And catch the last rays Of the horizon sinking sun

Truth You were told the truth?              Ooh wow so how did you know it is?                          Because they said it is?

Trust Can you build trust With a hammer, saw, nail, plumb line and spirit gauge? Shovel, Stone and mortar perhaps

The junkies diary Yaaawn …my arms and bones My feet too lazy outta the bed But oh no my stomach too worse And the worms about to kill me for their rights Barely past six but anyway a can of tuna and four crumbled eggs Nough to hold the wait Till eight When I’ll have to do my enemy some justice So I’ll have respect for humanity and not throw the leftovers away This Macon is lucky no more The fury of escaping my canines yester night Will boomerang before I think of the official opener… The first tee Maybe tea At eight Under a tight guard and escort  of cookies and cream But American doughnuts give a sweet day gesture  too. A small bowl of oat and milk Science knows what a good heavy breakfast is to the body and brain too And yes because I need the energy to sit on this fluffy couch all day And when I tire the carpet to feel this weighty wrath Cartoon and cereal all day and then My pad against Mr. Xing’s Xbox is darling But fir

BLACK RIVER Somewhere in between the industries and the highway Down to the slum’s tail Through the dirty stuffed belly With it’s dark empathy it flows Through the DARK CITY & DARK NATION  too

“Rockefelleress” Your rich heart.... Could I call you Rockefelleress?

Put yourself to tests

                                              Peace and one piece                                I need to be in peace and in one piece.

                                             Paper                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Take this piece of paper and write     One word that I mean to you                             And a million things that I remind you of

Out of control You springing me out of control  spinning me so high out of space don’t let me out of your control

Old and clever Now, I am older and cleverer Know

Two seconds I am not the same person in the mirror two seconds ago Who am I? “I know who I am”

WHITE ASS LICKER One day, one time a single a single second These sheep you scold like wild wolves And hunt like wild pigs With their thin strangling slips and fat taxes Yeast is no closer to gold But for all bread it makes Watch lanes Capitalist worshipper White ass licker Craving to buy the world Do you have a barn large enough?

Yardstick              Can you measure my loyalty                                And the fine in character and goodness in my heart too                                                                                                                                With a yardstick?

                                       Now I know                                    Now I know why the bat stands upright As the world dangles upside down

                                                                     Mr. Johns flying shoe                                                                                                       on Mr.                                                                                        it              only          John  Doe                                                          put                               when                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           only                                                         late                    Had                                   he                                                                                                                                                       A   flying shoe

                                                                                  SOUL FOOD                                                     More soul food than eye candy

                                                       Martyr                                                                You tore my heart like the curtains of the temple on a peaceful noon And behold darkness fell upon the soul as the sun dimmed instantly The sky fell from above and the world turned upside down A lion or cat? None could differentiate For from your arms to dust a star had fallen The betrayal of the one true to the religion of your heart Evil had triumphed over good I died a martyr from the one I searched my soul in My name should have been engraved on your soul on creation or tattooed on your skin for all to know and canonised like the Ugandan martyrs

Mad poet I saw a wandering and wondering mad poet With the rag around his head on fire

Lazy writer Am a lazy writer not, just trying to overcome circumstances

souls of my shoe soles and soles of my soul shoes The trails on the dunes                   speak                ,,,Volumes,,,                       And the skin...        Mamba escapades,        Open sore scorpion wounds,                                wild storms of death,    scorching despair, The hope in the horizon sinking sun I grace heels to                                                     Believing this thirst it quenches                               

Journey to success Stay unmatchable & unchangeable the journey to success needs resilience.

Who we are If they ask who we are tell them what we are made of instead

"Greenland" Its ma world Its cold my head and heart are frozen

Heaven is real And before I forget about myself For a second, minute or year maybe Let me congratulate myself                               For the battles l fought and lost wearily The silent tears that have flowed down the oesophagus into my whiny malnourished belly the journeys I’ve come bare heeled “The strange paths” I’ve followed and chosen Setting fire to the rain and dancing with dragons Meditating all night with the angels …oh heaven is real “We are gods in the chrysalis”