THE BLACK STAG

  You’ve read the title and I definitely don’t know what’s running through your mind right now. It might be empty or full of thought(s) on the subject but trust me I might be there with you right in your head.   Some scanty knowledge might be good or nothing and so you came to this unknown writer’s space that he may conjure up something in you or your mind. I definitely might not know what you know and from your side also might not know what I know and up to that point I wish us to take each other’s side to these unknowns. In William Blake's words "Could we see the world in a grain of sand?" Or would it be fair for me and you to grant it poetic license? We live in a muse ; I don’t know if you agree, hold on to that belief, whether you will subscribe to it or what your thoughts about it are. I don’t know what you think of when you wake up, eat, drink, work, walk, lazy around or sleep. To sum it up I don’t know what runs through your mind for the millions of nanoseconds t...

SELFIES. They taking selfies in the mirrors but still don’t know who they are.

What’s   love  What’s love if I don’t paint a picture, “in a picture maybe” What’s love if I don’t feel   an emotion Or what’s love if I ignore that notion What’s love if I don’t drink of that concoction what's love if I don't believe there's a portion of me out there what's love if I don't understand myself then pose to believe I know you my love. what's this four letter word?

TO EVERY SOUL;                                                  THE I IN ME. You were born to be a co creator of the universe. To make all pieces in your path   fall into place. Be the realest version of you, that’s all you were meant to be. You are your own light, glow. After all that wait to have you, it's not worthy and logical to throw the baby out with the bathwater.

TUKU MUSIC                               They say life is like a candle out in the winds and our entirety in this universe a ticking time bomb. We are born on a soil that afterwards desire to walk on and leave glowing soles to a nourished souls. It’s been sang about, wrote about but still everyone is composing , refining their notes and painters mixing their colors. We are clinging onto something invisible if not walking towards its edge and not knowing  we dangling on its end. None smiles when robbed by this invisible infiniteness that lingers in a ghost cloud somewhere over, under, beside, in-front or rear.   As I patiently wait   for this heavy cloud of dust to settle on my weaned weary and heavy heart I’m still flying under a dark cloud , riding on a strange chariot but I thank the universe for my path has been illuminated by a distant star that rises even when the sun fails ...

In the days of yore before the time of Christopher Columbus it was said that if you sailed too far west you would fall off the edge of the world. However, this was just a belief as time has come to prove but today I don't intend to prove anything but offer my blind eyes to you for see. From dusk to dawn, when men open up their heavy eyelids or before they shut them up something invisible has gnawed on them for eons and aeon. Walking, running, crawling, sitting, flying, standing or presumably lying down, an un-imaginable shadow has always fallen over us. Humanity has been plagued with an intricate surprising intoxication that to me has sensibly driven them further away from themselves. In men’s hearts and souls lie empty bottomless pits and unthinkable voids that their noble minds seem to have failed to fill. It is a quest that he is on till the end of his road. It however is such a long road that comes short at the end of their life. Such a sad story... so sad if it has to be na...

Mama Afrika You have no surrogate and pure you borne Souls of gold   and spirits of fire, alien dreams too Oh hast thou your dark unseen magic & your miraculous blackness Mummified immortaly on your legendary soil The lands of the underground undiscovered gods and goddesses The sons and daughters   Lwanda magere , Nelson Mandela , Ellen Johnson Sirleaf and all the vicious lions and   lionesses the fat cabs and lonely strange owlets in your savannah and forests              ...Oh Afrika ...               ...oh Afrika... Your melody resonates sweetly into the souls ear just as the queer voices   from your frightening bushes   your love squeezes the heart with the wild enthusiasm of your fearful   jungle as sweet tears roll down to the stomach with the chilliness of western winter am enraptured by...