Broken Calabash

Trust was shattered when a mother closed her eyes to the thieves in her home

A father was blinded by gifts while his pride was stolen

The calabash is broken

Such a beautiful edifice

Now hidden in the dust

Some say it fell from the heavens

Designs unmatched by the most skillful of hands

Patterns never seen by the human eye

Stolen away in the twisted heat of desire

Admired, abused, and abandoned

Little mother Africa

Calabash of pride

Forgiven

photo by Greg Olsen

Heart beating but I was a dead man walking

Telling tall tales but I was a silent man talking

Money slave, got on the train dust chasing

Essence lost; dead man hustling

Dancing to the sounds of death; devil whistling

Empty smiles at the pub; devil feasting

Warm bodies met naked thoughts; false loving

Tired of this living Lord!

Mad at the world; death wishing

Pride on the ground, knees bent, silence broken

The Times

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I treat pride like foolishness; SILENCE

I see greed as the fetus of VIOLENCE

The free world is a stage; MADNESS

Every man for himself like FRIENDLESS

Times are like sand paper call it ROUGHNESS

Encounter At The Cross

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Encounter at the Cross

How can I keep Silent

Since I was touched I've been praising God's heaven sent

Its a Good Friday, Heads bowed, knees bent

Cos of the Blood I can't be irrelevant

spin the tables ... this is my story

"I Am" is real...

Like the existence of Power

Breath in lungs...

Scramble for life every hour

Like the heat in the Fire

Invisible hydrogen in the Water

Like A Dream

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I saw her...

Intense feeling in my gut

My soul threatened to jump out 

Without a touch I could feel the softness of her soul

I saw her...

Not riches, not silver, not gold

Not the suffering or or tears of life

My Mother

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Who else would smile when I kick her?

Who else would carry my burdens with happiness?

Who else in the stillness of night would give up her only wrapper to keep me warm?

Soil her hands with my waste and not hand me a bill?

Feed me every good thing to her last and be content in my satisfaction?

You are beautiful in kindness

Exceptional in love

You are my champion

Pleasure Seller

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Carnival lights

This place is designed to relax the body and release the soul cold

With every step I could feel immorality's grip bold

Smoke filled the room

Whiskey laced eyes casted their gaze upon me through their dark comfort

To that comfort their soul is sold

I was new here

First timer, it was obvious

I tried to blend in but again I stumbled

My mind was accustomed to this desire, But my feet were new to this sin,

New to this bargain

How Can I Love You

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How can I love you from here?

Distance is to my heart so unfair,

I scream your name, but you do not hear.

Forever, my love is lost I fear.

How can I hold on to you?

When you melt in my mind like drops of dew.

How can I forget the old and find a new?

I gaze in her eyes for a clue.

I Am

I am...

Born with the tears

Uncuddled by the earth,

Received by the eager arms of a mother,

The unknown, muted by hope waits around the corner.

I am...

Watching a world of confusion

Swallowed in an ocean of beauty

Addiction and motive fused into passion,

Without control I earn more than my ration.

I Dreamed Your Beauty

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I thought I had finally found a bridge into my dreams

I woke up one day

And there was you

I dreamed your eyes

Just the way they are

Your luscious lips not strange to me

Your hair wasn't an inch thicker

Breath warm like the words you spoke

Like the ocean before its creator

Your body spread out in my mind's eye

Skin soft like butter

Than the fairy tale princesses, far fairer you still are

Truth be said, you are perfect

Just as I imagined

My Inner-Child

photo by Rapid Media

Still my heart beats and I'm thankful

But where does this road lead I ask my inner child

Beating inside me

Desire has made us all pregnant

What cheap fabrics do the seamstress of fate design for me

I dare now to ask for I fear nothing

The past spits in my eye

Blinding me of rationality

We were never good friends

She tricked me with hope severally

Telling my inner child lies too shameful to repeat

Still my heart beats and I'm thankful

ONCE UPON A SILVERY MOON

Upon her lips were broken words interrupted by his angry sword.

She was faithful, but his rage blinded jealousy wouldn't see.

He counted his submission as a loss

A profit stolen by the envy of a brother.

Under a silvery moon of promise,

the stars watched souls lifted up in jubilee.

Smiles contagious, but shallow

found their way past betrayal's gates.

Ember hidden hands locked in brother-hood.

Lost African Child

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Dust covered feet

Back accustomed to the sun's heat

It is anguish not joy that shines my teeth

African child

Lost in the carnage of corruption

Drowned a pool of staled hope's salivation

Lies well dressed for public adoration

African child

Flesh in close romance with bone and intestine

Silence Amplified

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Side by side we lie

Heartbeats echoing at each other

Loud silence

Our souls need tolerance

Under the pregnant African sky we lie still

Malicious silence reminded to life by insolent mosquitoes