THE MUTE

May the heavens grieve with me

The burdened veins on my neck

The hurried congealed tears

The soft moans explains nothing

I am like a stranger in my heart

My own voice scares even my self



May the heavens hear my plea

Am lost in a thousand sea

Dipped in emotionless hiss

I wish I can speak

Both my limbs are weak

Listen as my groans peak

Come to my aid

My pains are drilled with a rig

I am like a dry lonely cold desert

Stabbed and wounded

Like a prized hazard

Experimenting on a frozen gizzard

My only mockery is like that of the lizard

Who after the fall cannot decide

whether to run after the fall

Or smack it's mockers after the fall

BROKEN HEART

Memories rushes at brusque reality

Frantic fragrances

Of pure innocence

Rant like a man tempted by veiled spirit

If my heart skips a beat



I alone took the heat

Those frozen caresses

Forever promises

Rings louder in my head

It tickles every bend

The pains drop like rain



The blank in my heart is a stubborn friend

Wishes of mine is a close drain

Adios I've said, yet it won't bend

Spotting where I would have the end

Complicated compromises refrain

Who am I to complain?



I've tried all my best in this fight

To give up is the respite

You alone is my strife

Till love do us part is my life

ADIOS QUERIDO!

The soft caress  of our child's hand

Sniffles at memories bland

Our dreams behind

Obstacles bound the hind

Was this the plan?

Adios Querido el blanco!



Those memories gnaw at my very soul

Lies found a home

Our hearts are crushed from different mould

Adios!

Vegetable spirits smeared in crude

Mashed with incandescent prude

Goodbyes are always rude

We are overwhelmed by uncertain mood

Gracias nakupenda!

A friend always in my heart

RIP CORPER HOPE FRAMPTON AKPANIKA... YOUR DEAD HURTS!

Our opinions are cast on stones

There's nothing anyone will say in 'our' homes

This pains still hurt our bones

Robbery of service like lost golds

There are briallics to be taught

How long till they start thoughts?

Their thoughts are condensed in a tot

Shaken when their egos are hurt

Children of hatred bought

From freedom to slavery bouts



who will set them free?

Will the old men plant trees?

On the shades they won't watch the glee

My brethren keeps pelting bees

The stings and the beaten plea



Am just amazed that few has wits

Some brains are just empty wigs

All they give is wreathes!

Their satisfaction and glee

Shames us to the knees

Who would pay their fees

They are above learning always at sea!

WHO OWNS MY HEART?

Everyday I dream of all the players

The broken betrayers

Every heart beats for another

who knows the depth of its layers?

My dreams are filled with many dangers

This cold silence is a voice in this matter

Whose heart has those plaster?

Whose heart are celebrating those rastas?

Which is struggling with the breakers?

Many questions for the hackers!



Every heart has its flowers

The sunshine and the beautiful lovers

Who is with my heart? What are your dangers?

Is your heart broke? Are they repairers?

Is your lover a joke? do we need barristers?

Is your lover broke? Can we talk to bankers?

Who owns my heart?

Who throws many darts?

My dreams every night

Have more questions

Than squinting for lovers in the light

WHICH WAY MY COUNTRYMEN?

Deep under the surface

Lies a strange calm at the terrace

Blood boil burn in those darkened furnace

Strange spirits strain strange shortage

Over the calm

Lies maximum disturbances on the palm

Who knows my qualms?

Who feels the spam

Who knows the scam?



Outward I boil and shine

The eagles gather in the shrine

While they ''pour'' sacred wine

'Our' foetuses starve while they dine

When I raised my voice in shame

Educated illiterates trade blame

'Our' heritage became lame

Barren poachers know the game

On the surface everything seems calm



On our sandals

Remains great scandals

Intellectual vandals

Makes even the learneth to ponder

On the surface strange works of wonders

Blinds even the canon fodders

While our country men bend to conquer

Many things fidget asunder

NURSE SANDRA....

I wish you were here Sandra

To blow away this hide and tundra

Examinations pseudo mitochondria

Another trip to emotional cassandra

Your face is mixed in different hydra

Your sarcasm reproduces maddening spirogyra!



I wish you were here to kill this progera

Young gloves marauding microscopic divers

Patients protecting anatomic drivers

While you unscrew their heart of many rivers

I wish you saw these dangers

Yet you choose to be a care giver



Here you will always be

In the heart of all helpless beigns

The young and old genes

Pray for your eternal vim

WHAT HAPPENED?

I tried to wriggle free from mediocrity

The laziness of alacrity

The routine retinue of celebrity

The sweet aloof of celibacy

The world continued continuity

Nations have fought spontaneity

In those struggles for ''liberty''



Nations have rejected paternity

Children in shortage of responsibility

Men now tilt to inanimate objectivity!

Values are now regarded as specularity

What happened to our world's humanity?

Who damaged our morality?

What happened to soberness and humility?

Everywhere stinks of hostility

Hatred is viewed with cerebral objectivity

Strife is celebrated in ethnicity

Change our world of iron profanity

Let's milk it down to the podium of pity

Make it meek...This is our only city
Our only home...Our only city