Chasing nothing

I was glad you would find me.

But you were lost, running chasing nothing!

Our streets still have no lights,

How much does it cost to buy salvation?

Come,

walk with me.

Hold my hands and suck breeze to ease

mind from this ‘shithole!’

Hole dug by actions, wrapped up in the

mystification of our discombobulation.

A future is something you create for yourself. Like a piece

of clay, molded into the want of a potter.

what becomes of your dreams, when your path is wrong?

That having no water or food means more than a smiling

face.

But you are far from where we stand.

Come to me.

to embrace your truth.

to know. that.

a forest always starts with a tree.

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A man forgotten

                                                        

Standing on the edge of a precipice, staring into the world

with a face, battered from rejection &

cuts, deep to reveal flesh, stigmatized by pummeling.

 

Sands of time shift from under your feet,

Oh! You herald of a time waiting to come. Saying.

Like worms, our actions of today eat away tomorrow’s future,

and our tongues are left with no sweetness.

Vile and Vain. Politics of who knows who, wreck us havoc,

and our tradition has been renamed into barbarism.

 

I remember us crawl on the wall to trace a line.

It was a line in our sight, but we were blind.

Blind from driving fine cars on pot ̶ hole roads

& selling birthright for a porridge.

 

Dear Brother,

Now is the time to pick marbles, and build mansions. Think of places back home, in need of a life of love. Against oppressors, hate and division, brought on us who seek a future. So this poem goes in time to record a struggle, as a letter, sent to a man forgotten. 

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taste of sweetness

 

Ensconced in your arms,

I die,

from the world

running,

in sweltering heat,

eat,

parts of me,

to fuel my resistance.

 

The floor is a bed,

for our bliss.

We blend & merge, & breath,

many colorful difference.

That time, your eyes broke my bones,

I blossomed in your sight,

my tongue was honey,

Your smile brought peace,

and we painted memories.

 

Life threatens dreams,

we become one,

to fly like butterflies,

away from restrictions,

to kiss mountain eyes,

for the taste of sweetness.

Incantation

It is because I write my

Soul into the future,

That is why I am pain.

That is why I am the last straw of happiness

Keeping the embers in a rebel heart,

burning.

I am the song from the body of a girl,

Dripping with oil &

Made to burn,

Because she dares eat love for herself.

The time of our lives is ended,

But we have only just begun.

So I write my tears on water,

And make them flow into tomorrow.

So when they wash ashore,

I’ll be found in the sands of time.

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