STILLNESS
Of what use is the roaming of your thoughts
in a desert field. of what use is your calling
and screams.
the only fillet holding
your joy leads to damnation.
every boy you see know each corners
to build a bank, but you always fell on
the banked corners of your life.
I carve a glyph of my imagination
with a shrub, I have forgotten that hard
planks are fiend to the termites
mother thawed each part:
--pruning the edges of her heart
--painting it with obscure colours
I imagined how my night will hold ceremonies
to my body, which always resurface
drowned fish, feasting on worms that
wage wars to the belly
I imagined rooms that lit up faces with delight
where the history of yesteryears is read
with the real language, and to prune
where each shape takes the
semblance of betrayal.
I might not come back here
to feed you the pill that cure my predicament
that knows no bound
but I am here tonight, watching the stars and the moon
feeding my body with metaphor of loss .
ANGEL OF KINDNESS
For Captain T
Your heart, a candelabrum, lighting rooms
engrossed in darkness.
making me to envisage about land
where dreams come true
Your words, written in letters of your verses
' I'm hard to be broken'
losing my thoughts to the shrapnel
that enslaved me.
You told me how my words are getting weighty
'boy, do not allow grief get too much of you'
and I remembered the night I put
a rock in my mouth
the night the song in my throat
levitate on nothingness.
and I remember that,
I'm not too late to touch beauty
' everything around me is betraying me'
here, your heart is at the brink of fire
each thump of your chest was accompanied
with dolours upon dolours and
dolours
upon dolours
each sound you made is cupped with regret.
maybe life has a way of scrubbing
walls with decorations
and that night, you redraft the content of your plans,
excavating the leaking roofs,
meshing your rooms with water of pains
STAIRWAY
when I heard my mother sob over the cracks in her body
and Golgotha of thoughts slit through her heart
I, running on fragmented glass take a caution
Every tear on her eyes rise
Every tear on her eyes dries
Here, I rehearsed slowly to the music choking
the waters in me
it's the motion in me that took a break
from the drizzling of rain, of fires, of cold.
I secluded my mouth from these
-- stale waters
-- unmoved rivers of affection
It's not the the darkness that fogged these lights
It's the feet that danced to the dirge
from bloody wayfarers
Tonight, I will saunter my feet to my mother
I will croon a song that unchain the chains of the stainers
Her origin wasn't choreographed with pain
She is the healing, the water, the water
and when next she bludgeoned her peace with the stairways
that jabbed her feets
before rehearsing her body to the motion
that stood her still on the ground of healing
I will
kneel,
and preach,
and sing,
There I will unmute waiting songs in her throat,
I will push the bird fleeing in her mind nest
It's not the sunlight that breaks on her back
it's not the heavy rain that hurls coldness to her flesh
cataloguing pains is the arrangements of fires on a parched throat
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