THE BLACK STAG

Triple lingual poem Nahisi njozi nipo naye Toto ngozi oh my eeh Nyuma mama wee Gracious playboy This girl precious My heart, spacious Umwoyo gwigwe mulilo gusambanga  shee Niva ni amatsi ndivila lliva mama wee

                  ****Government Relative**** The fall of the Hyperion is due The world no longer revolves on its axis Away from the wind the flag flies To the chords of your harp Nor the drums of lies Does the heart throb The farmer has sown No ROTTEN SEED this time His barns are already empty And from hunger his weaned offspring whine Tomorrow is a day Another Not like today Or any other The jailbird is about to sing The liberation song With kisses that sting From the blood on the priests' hand Of the red and sore lips from the feast Potties sagging stuffed with human sweat Your sic whimsical invisible and "invincible" hand To this gospel we deafen The eagle's eye has seen sheer folly The pedophilic words, subtle hisses and venomous bites Our nerve you have touched Your highway to hell we have decorated The calm beast is weighed ...

Walk with your riches in your head, not your pocket.

                                               Nightmares of my dreams    Nightmares of my dreams haunt me On this azure moonlight summer nights My concentration pulled forth by forces of the raging full moon Into the deep night Karma it wasn’t because I took a bigger step “tha n I could” each time I took a step forward So each each day I pray and hold hope inside the meek soul That when my sole touches down landing, The pad to be soft  to the supersonic speed of my feet As I have been flying so long in this dream In this cosmos yet to be discovered Or seen with the naked blind eye But visible  to the sharp  blind one and when I feel my heartbeats rise, Selflessness crippling  every bone and joint Not  many feel it My soul ashes to the raging winds smoke in th...

Mr okay I just  dropped my last coin I don’t know where but its okay.                              I didn’t cry last night Am a man that’s me, okay? I can’t cross this bridge, Am I okay? Unanswered questions roaming my head Is that okay? I have nothing And perhaps know nothing Should I feel okay? You called me a distasteful name? Am fine I'll be okay If you didn’t Honor your promise Don’t worry  I'll be okay If death took you away Should I never be forever okay? Everything is a passing wind Not meant to make me okay A second is too long not to be okay Am Mr okay

These walls Lets hide behind these walls Yes lets hide, Because we’re afraid of this ethnic shadows Lets hide this faces from this dim  truth For we are masked in ambitious jealousies and beautiful ego And forget tomorrow the sun will brightly glow And these ugly marks on these wall we shall see These walls we build the ants will climb Regrets an time will shake them down These walls we build…. we are no masons Nor architects Lets drink from this cup of lies And quench this  thirst of flesh Replenished?  Then pickup and  lay this stone These  walls you build shoddy workmen… These walls will crumble and annihilate us… Hopefully someday

Bohemian bottle Ooh old bohemian bottle How you pass down my throttle Into my fatty stuffed intestines Your iciness cools this hot thought And relieves of this chronic pain The way you make Picasso a follower and Da Vinci  a leaner you awaken bohemian bottle But why me to you a slave? A dredge, a serf? This potbelly for you I carry without remunerations Not to mention recognitions My instincts on the very first day unconsciously  you stole This beautiful ugly love and hate moments with friends and strangers The funny and silly times Confidence and freakiness That you bring How else could I have wanted it? You confuse me To love you or hate you? Be with you or leave you? You’ve been with me in emotional times Sad and happy When I had everything and nothing Much and less too But you deserted me too When my pocket was yawning And I couldn’t sit from its sharp pinching nails On my sitting allowances But my ego ...