Darkness (30/10/10)

Darkness,
what mystery do you hold?
Your magic makes known
what before was hidden
Like good alcohol
you lay bare all hearts
Thieves, harlots, rapists_
the scum of society_
get their acts better
when covered generously by you
But not them alone.
Leaders, whatever you
conceive them to be
live their true selves
in your tight embrace.

Under the shy moon (22/10/10)

Outside, under the shy moon
hidden by a translucent cloud,
the winds blow not. The trees
like good sentries stand still
and guard the omnious night.

The naive moon light only
magnifies the darkness, our
footsteps compound the silence
and the echoes of the cry of the
distant owl mocks this tense night

This night is fractured, crickets
chirp a crooked dirge, and the
stagnant air embraces the song
with all its long gone life.
Death smiles from everything.

Dawn drags itself but what
does it hold in its clenched fist?
When the sun chases this coy moon
what mystery would then unfold?
I stagger, alone, broken-hearted.

You are your enemy!

Brother, what is the point
of these periodic sobs of yours?
Are you not the slave who sees
another buried shallowly and laughs?
Aren't you the rat, dumb with haste, who
fails to see the one ahead drop into a hole?
When a man digs a hole to trap others,
he's to blame if he becomes his own victim.
When a farmer disturbs bees during day,
he should curse his god for his foolishness.
Remember you were warned against them,
but big people seem to have their way with you.

Pluck me (5.10.10)

I'm that yellow fruit
ripe, full of life,
the perfection beyond you,
the fullness you constantly desire,
but fail to attain.

I'm that star up above
shining on your darkness
I'm the light you detest,
the truth you so much hate.

I'm that gentle flowing stream
pure, divine, serene.
You can only but dream
to relax, nourish, as I do.

I'm that dark green leaf,
fat with life, calm
with nature. My presence
magnifies your inadequacy.

I'm that rose flower
early in the morning
a dew resting on my petal.
I'm at home with myself.

Pluck me, for I'm more
than these. I am
what you're against, but
secretly yearn to be.

It is finished (1/10/10)

After the test
she mumbled:
"It is finished!"

My heart fell
and twitched
in the acids below.

Memory brought
the heat and fierceness
that melted the rubber.

Gloomy eyes grew grey
and the day begun
to mock me for what I had done.

In the mirror myself
in the eye
I could not look.

Past pleasures perished
and was born
untold bitterness

that chokes me
like rust in a water pipe.
Now, the unborn

will severely pay
for our sin.
What a fate!

I'm not afraid ( for Honesty Oimbo )

no,
i'm not afraid.
another's hangover
of a powerful past
scares me not.
its just that
i'm still laughing-
at those searching
for socrates in dictionaries.
infantile dreams
of lateblooming
se seko's and amin's
tickles me.

Do we what with a people like this?

You'll see them strut about
in confusion, heads full of clout
They'll stagger without hope
not knowing how to cope

In this darkness they grope
making stage their preferred stop
Their, sorrounded by bottles brown
our tomorrow they fervently drown

With the dew they troop back
a battalion that has killed its luck
Songs stagger from their mouths
reclaiming perceived noble births

Do we what with a people like these
followed everywhere by hungry fleece
Mercy? I hear you say no please
just let them savour the illusive peace!