Poetry
My Desire
I had a desire. Deeper than the deepest ocean. Higher than the highest mountain. So high, so deep, it makes me ache. I had a desire, So near, yet so far. So far, yet so Read more…
Poetry
WHY A MAN’S SOUL IS SAD.
My soul is sad. I have seen lives swallowed by spells from stone hedges. This makes souls that ought to live, die. Those who ought to die, live. I lie down, my soul desires to Read more…
Poetry
THE OLYMPICS OF SCARS
To What do I liken the Olympics of scars, Daily game written by the scribes of life. Where everyone wins or whines. A goat beget a kid. Happy and prancing on the hills, A day Read more…
Poetry
SEEING, WHEN YOU CANT SEE
I watched his persistence . Oh his knuckles, a firmer grip I see. The demons of inconvenience, their witchcraft’s initiated. The smooth roads rough and dusty they became. How does a man see when he Read more…
Poetry
AUTOPSIES I HATE
Yet I find self conducting one in my thoughts. Autopsies of how they treated me. Autopsies of what they said to me last. Autopsies of rejection, devastation, defeats and regrets like an unending river terrorises the weary soul. Everyday, my Read more…