Time Moves Slow

From a tree

A leave runs away

Leaving some green behind

In loving all roots,

sure feels like getting stuck

Submerged between two branches

Confused to pick one

Two bites that both heal

In loving two

I am left alone to decide

A coward’s dilemma

Who to pick?

To whom do my love belong to?

Moving slow like morning dew

Settled and nowhere to go

Before the sun comes through

I just want to love

Dance slowly, before I am wiped away

Tales at Night

The man in black

Black trench coat

Dripping of dreams

Nightmares in form of fear

Braced for cold

Winter rushing forth like water

Casting away summer sun

All here,

The night calling forth

Faith strapped in his holster

Bullets shaped for battle

War times meant for him alone

No help needed

God and liquor for guidance

The world consumed for heat

Hell a door away

Break, break

Brake then sweat

Demons racing for his soul

Spirit unchained

Shackles broken

Freedom, daily fought

The man in black

Skin melted with the night

Love a taste, hardly remembered

Still,

His path in the sky

Telling tales of perseverance

Events of Earth Move in Cycles

At that time

I saw it all

I tell you

My eyes were shut

Still, I saw everything

The beginning

My beginning

In form of an egg

Light piercing through

Giving me life

I was awakened

Surreal like art, past

I was there

Alive

Reborn to a new point

Lines of old ventured memories

Scribbled, printed onto my palms

To remind and guide

I saw all

I tell you

I saw everything

The creation of Erinwmin

Mother welcoming

Like a gush of wind

Dragging fast past the stars

Like a race

Head on collision

Blurs of space

Burning stories onto my spirit

I saw all

I really must say

All was seen

Boundless space of infinite existence

breaking through Saturn rocks

Brought to a summation

To now

A place called earth

Yes, I must tell

before time had a name

we of the energy constellation

existed

breathing along side

the planets

forms, all made whole by the one and true Osanobua

 

Home Waiting

All the love

In wraps of evening sun

Birds feathers falling,

calling night

Night town criers

Boys racing girls over moon lit hills

Kisses between eclipses

Light paintings, ration licenses

 

Home, home

Barnawa town

Home, home

Where I used to lay

Home, home

Crouched between snow, now

Home, home

Can I taste you?

Home, home

Further I go

Picture perfect, tainted

Reaching further back into lenses

Home, home

Draw close,

please

My hands reaching out

Home, home

Your vision only a memory now

Light of the Land

What is heaven to you?

When you close your eyes?

What do you see?

I see peace in colors

I feel the breeze

I know God is speaking

Like the old Gold Coast

Nomads settled

In tribal beads

Future unknown

Yet praises touching the sky

Underneath, earth awakened early

Far from carnality

Technology in trees and birds

The sun telling time

Huts forming circle

Fire only a tool

Seeds sowing

Children harvesting

A heaven always close to my heart