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Sometimes, wings appear

Barring teeth cutting gum

the blind closes

Night visions, illuminated eyes

A horn next

Crossing the line

Many times I feel

like hell and heaven

kicked me out and

closed both doors

.

Divine feeling

words on lips

when we kiss

The devil I mean

Her eyes locked on mine

Sky pact, when we bleed

Gives us the space to tangle

Stronger connection

Knock me off!

knock me down

I’ll hold on

While we rise

Same high same sight

when our Eyes do meet

..

A closed channel

No one dials in

Except me

And I like it that way

I stay and revel

In the ease of evil

drops of rain when I laugh

dark moments, I swim

gray clouds, I submerge

The energy, I savor

every drip, please on tongue

Africa and the Curse of Religion

Listen to the sound

Coming from the back

All the way at the end

Singular, repeated

Growing, hovering

Pulsating through the shadows

Seeping back into my mind

Shapes and hexes

Demons and ghouls

Angels and jinns

All scrummaging this plain

Cut wings,

fallen through the cracks

down onto this vivid reality

where

one can never escape

……

I seek the truth

Although

Every corner I turn

I fall victim

Drowned by the shrieking

Bullets stuck on black skin

Time refusing to move

Stretched out years

Compressed into parallels and seconds

Smiles from the shadow men

Shinning boots on red soil

stop me from going into the forest

Closed my eyes and

I find myself in the center of cathedrals

gods that don’t move my core

Full time job pretending my soul accepts

Time has moved

Frequencies hastened

Here I am

Chastened by old wrongs

…..

Caught between a square

Green slime concoctions

Crosses and serpents

Faceless without my gods

12 seasons turned to one

Ancient spirits destroyed by another man’s summation

one leading nowhere

From the beginning

Only one sound I hear

……

In a land gifted with circles

Resurrection and rebirth

My soul only seeks redemption

Freedom in the deepest dark

That forest called evil by sailor tongues

There I must go

Returning, reverting

trace back

Foot prints on sand

Snails and cowries

My lane our lane

Paved in our own tongue

comes with rich tones and melodies

Reverberating throughout the land

Of the children under the sun and moon

The Ship of Patience

Time sliding like a swing

Or is it me?

In a box

Pendulum deciding

To ring or to sit this one out

I believe in 2nd coming

Not the chosen

For if he was chosen

And I was made chosen

I believe in my 2nd coming

Or 3rd

Down this road it’s hard to tell

How many times ?

When a game this is not

How many times I wonder

Many lives embodied into me

Living spirits crawled up on me

An army of my kindred people

I take within

Some times They Win

But I must win

For my sake

An underwritten thing that I must prove

When I speak I don’t take lightly

I thread with haste

And move with ease

This battle must be won

To claim the stake of eternity

This spiral connection

The water spirit

The reddened wine

White and splinter

Into parts

Some that see

Some that are lost

Some that hear

Some that fear

All in the making of me

Going beyond

the risk involved

The chatter, jeers and laughter

All when said

My truth I would have created

In distant memories or remembered gospel

Afresh

Like twisted arrow

I seek a reversal

Acting like new never made me better

In sync with the manic of nature

I act like I’m told

Watched my devil violin

Singing along, I caught myself

Stop,

stop it!

Just saw my family tree

Just seen my spirit line

Made me smile

Made cry

Knowing my blood flowed

Like a twisted sense of humor

I know my creator watched me run in circle

In the Wild

I came from the green and leaves

Sand, water and mud

Hide, thick like Loxodonta Africana

Skin, black like the infinite abyss

Years dusted away with the beast

Out west, a man without a mission changes

I came from the forgotten places

A little past the the now bleeding Congo

where end time dragons pester and plunder

.

full circle when you recollect

Of wood and sugar

Across the desert, they came

Face slapped with an imported cross

..

Two ancient horned beasts

leading the blind to the valley for slaughter

white robe floating on elevated water

Destroying my own pigment

While exporting my own heart

false narrative

twisted tongue

Mind castrated

herstory forsaken

The land of the big waves ridden

with cancer

The taste of black for so long

in the world tasted bitter

No one cares for us

Souls scattered across the Atlantic

….

Now,

I seek mine and mine only

Culture belonging to me

Lands inherited from oral history

Duality

 

 

Fighting the evil within me

I see the devil in my actions

An angel’s wings torn apart by ghouls

Walking round trip in this hell

This world, this rough plains

My vision of heaven perturbed

Always disturbed,

I am drenched in lust

Oozing malice without regret

Forget all the white glory

My eye has been blurry with red wine

The water long gone

Forgot the party never stopped

A never ending celebration

Sinners coming together on Sunday

In church, demons wearing gold

Woke up cos I slept through death

Baptized yet I arose in Babylon’s grip

 

The angels sing my name

I hear them

Far away somewhere, where my innocence escaped to

Beyond clouds, black and blue

Skin, eyes, color, taste

Blood, lineage, memories

Stars mixed with orbital sacrifices

 

Yes, I fight

Then I win

In my mind first

Then, third, my sight

Chorus, victorious revving

White fleeced sheep in a rotten herd

Stained but cleaned

Rinsed by salvation

Dusted away clouts from lungs

Green breeze,

Morning dew, healing

One that bridges

man and the spirit world

the sun, some call him

Drinking more water

Washed away the wine taste

Now I seek comfort

within the scriptures of flawless history

Survival comprised in red letters

In bold, Yeshua

White Nazarene, black glory

Dark Muhammed, golden cotton

Her, him

Don’t matter

Because in faith

I am restored

 

…..selling false hope for lavender dreams

 

I summoned to be free of darkness

Only to find the world had burnt to the ground

Nothing left to grasp

Ashes and white glistening bones

Black rivers and religion

Pressed down shaken

My heart remain unmoved

In this false reality

Created by another man just like me

Forsaking deities only for clay

My soul reaches for the potter

Every time I need water

for my skin,

Brown sand on blue hue

The Return of Enoch

I woke up a crusader

Never a choice

Still I find the truth

In this blackened black oil

Without a blood stained blade

I find my way

Divinity combined in me

I wear my crown

A king birthed to death

I wear my crown

A beast birthed, jungle deep

 

Preacher, preacher

I hear your words

Though I see the gold you wear

Shinning brighter than the cross behind

Blasphemy

Word!

They saying the world’s a square

Remember!

 

Still I predict

I die a God’s son

Reincarnated into heaven’s bosom

Watch this space

I seek to unlock

Greatness without greed

 

Ring the bells

I want none of that false doctrine

Pressed together to form slavery

Ring the bells

I talked to God

Sinner I remain

Fully aware I must persevere in this devil’s den

 

Don’t Play With the Devil

On the road to sin city
Drenched in full gold
Call the door man
Cos I hear the devil’s coming through
Watch the deck
Up high in this tower of babel
Lost souls, my people cry: lost souls
Burst them stars out
Pour more shots
Vodkar’d out

Red eyes, I see the devil now
Watch them, all them devils
Coming out, watch them

Red eyes, see the demon in the devil
I know, yes I know
He too fears for his own soul

Simple World: Born Winner

I walk through the wilderness, amidst the fire, trees burning, still I hop through with my red spade. All around fishes throwing bubbles, shouting with their gills out wide. Gun straps, bloody revelations; still the heat refuses to quench. Paradise is out there I know, but the need for hell grows every day. In our eyes, one sees the thirst, our quest to live on. The time to be free is near. The earth rotating around is ready to hatch, soon to break minds of those who fail to amend their hearts. Mama said pain is the cloth we wear for comfort or the other way around. Single with a ring, I know I’m taken but my flesh says otherwise.

So take that shot, you know it feels good. Don’t lie, as it drips down to your spine, you taste the peach; bitterness right? Black or white, we are legends born to ride the throne, throw our crowns and wear the dust of soil.
Confess your sins, and hear your name. The heavens you heard of is in the mind that seeks peace. Sparks fly, romance ignited. Lovers bond by life, destined for a final kiss.

My style perfected by my mistakes reuniting me with the one I lost. Why? Cos love is war.
Burnt out, born winner