Day 4

The dilect of deity eludes me Yet I still find God in word,movement and music. If sainthood too sacred to reach me. Let heaven seduce the Satan In sight,inside me aside And decide my soggy as only human.

Coloured love

When the question comes Of why I smell like all of them. I will tell her , I was looking for music. For a mus. Sic of the wait For us, For u. I am dirtied tune Only because I refused to stop looking...

Day 3

For guys like me. With stones for hearts but bleeding still. There is no godliness. There is only body memory residue From a time when conquering her thighs aluminated my world. I commit only to a moment And hope the wind does not steal the euphoria in my lungs but it does. It always does. …

Day 2

The world would soon swallow our bones, Hollow our hills of hope,hang us by our throat If not for perfect love reminding us of where we belong. We would soon forfeit the fortunes of tomorrow, To mitigate our today sorrows,for they are plenty, The doors to hell are many and starving. And we,travellers,empty ourselves into …

Day 1

I know a man who feasted with the Lord. Who entered all the rooms of his house, who swore He was finally home. A traveller of a man. Heaps of baggage,left at the door to enter a rest. The rest was for the history books. I know a man more burden than forgiven. Whose shoulders …

Thoughts on paper

Two kinds of people cope with the demands of life. Those who through shallow satisfactions ,have never endeavoured to question and those who've decided,in betrayal of their integrity,to settle for an incomplete answer. The nihilist is one who has lost faith in his ability to find answers but refuses to act as an ignoramus. No …

The empty Canvas

An empty Canvas is a flashback. Past instapoets populating the planet with Pseudopaintings, Past pallet inking of the planet's inside her eyelids Into songs,into poems And into sounds of mourns from the soul In wonder of the vast allure of God's creation. It is a flashback past the invention of language When we cracked the …

Spoken In Song

My pants always dirty/I'm still on my 20s/ at times I feel like I'm depressed/I'm black leaves in winter/basic'ly bitter / and losing my place in the world/reality harder for brother to bear/He drowns it in liquor with friends/farther and farther until like a feather He's flouting his future away/ But I know there's a …