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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

Your Turn

At the edge of the flowing water

Another change of constellation

Stars and gods

Hands and prayers

I and you

Move into a different axis

Doing our best to fulfill orders

Given by the pre-existing adages

A journey full of everything under the skies

I feel you now

In this moment

All things considered

—-

Baby,

it’s our turn

To imprint into the sun and moon

Until,

we both move away

Our light, diminished

Your turn“ – we were told.

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

Stories of the Drone Children

Beats and bombs lament this world

In depths of pain

encrusted with insignia of war

children born lacking innocence

Believe me,

pain and despair, all for new souls

nothing left but depths of pain

encrusted to this bible called the internet

..

We, children always born without hope

Just hopeless, believe me

Like worms in belly

unknown to me

This war you bring tears me up

gun shells leaving my wells dry

Gradually, slowly

until starvation and famine

finally eats me up

Another child of the drone

lost to the silence of a dying world.

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

Huts and Wars

It’s a table for all

More than twelve ordained

Every order gets left behind

When the world moves

Truth become lies

When the priests forgets time

Masses get caught between

The snake and bull

The virgin and the herdsmen

Her Energy depleting

Sapped

Slapped

Tapped

Sucked

Her energy rising

From where?

Maybe

the Unborn

And her living dead

Simple World: migration

I have fluttered between the lines of imported identity and every day I continue to dabble in and out of a constrained line of thought. Growing into this man, I clearly see both my weakness and the lines that should be crossed. At this point I can not boldly say I revere in the sunken state of this blue light that filters through pixelated devices. There is an arrogance I hold, unneeded at sometimes. I need to let go of the darkness that surrounds me. I need some of form of light to balance my thought…….

Reflection and Reintroduction

Three Kings

Of different ages

Lineage stretching back to Anoha

No chains

No adages

No cowries

Streamed down by oral droplets

Spoken through mountain peaks

Through ridges and wide spaces

Marks, Spears, hair twisting

Fire, feet warming

Circle, from top of huts

Into cell molecules

Souls transfused through sight

Off beat, Offbeat

One and one

One plus two

One snap, pause

Then another

Three Kings

Stretching past the Nile

Blue necks, blue hair

Different centre

Same spirit

All three Searching for one answer

Her reply to their quest

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