Moments in impregnable blackness
Soul search not a pleasant adventure
Introspection, too wearies the sanity of patience
Peace, quiet and razzmatazz esoteric
Publicly clone the world within
Gasps at civilization smother.
In shambles are the map and compass of life
Universe a box of mockery,
Books are water plain,
Wine is honey quest hatching endless misery.
Not now if death must come
A little past the lines of normalcy
This thus is made
Man a bubble on troubled sea.
THE POETS EYES
Bells ringing
Doors slamming
Humanitys river flowing
Popular culture blowing.
The hate, the euphemistic inequality
The rush, the blush, the courage,
Drops of dying hope
Amounting to less than hope
The streets of the gigantic hybrid
The glamour of the citadel of modernity.
The pride of that bird soaring only on its right wing
The backwardness of ones at the end of the aisle,
Which most times is more of mind than standing concrete
Tiptoes, stampedes
Top of Everest, heart of Sahara
Yes, of worlds at extremes
Coloured by grey and blue
The heat of enlightenment,
Leaves metaphysics flawed.
Doomsday a hoax?
The sky, the seas
Realms and borders
Oars paddling,
Wheels turning
East and West
Sunrise, sunset
Guns, bullets, blood, life,
Roman Conquest, Roman top quests
Oil, money, pain and pleasure,
The philosophers of Greece
Warriors immortalized
Of many lands
Beginnings and ends
All in the poets eyes.
TWILIGHT REFLECTIONS
THE CALL
Last night the future came on calling
She was far from gloomy
She had a deeply grim look
Frame exquisitely tender, dimensions amorphous
Exceedingly beyond my expectations
Opened I my mouth to speak to her
She motioned me to save my strength.
She held my hands
I felt my being airlift graciously
Through the complex terraces of time
My vocal reservoir froze
Like the surface of a sea during winter
I flushed as her darts of wisdom hit me
Eyeballing each other
I was taken aback by the content of her belly
Made bare before my mortal eyes
Sense of mine at inertia
For a timeless moment
Had balance ripped from beneath me
There was I
Sprawling on the jagged dust of my unpreparedness.
THE JOURNEY
Fluid freed from the edge of youthful frenzy
A pleasant collision with fertile hemisphere
Black blood the result
Laid on the templates of creation
Metamorphosis at an out-of-the-world pace
Paste of life in calcification
Living lump, content kicking on the container
This transaction was the first of its kind.
Teeth gnashed, limbs ballooned
The journey through the nine rivers
Is made step by step with no boat
Distance covered not in miles.
The crown of expectations rested on my head
On the ninth bank
I spread myself to blend in the end
With contractions, contractions, expansions, expansions
Quitting the aquarium of safety
Into the hostile open sea was my decision
The journeys end
The beginning of another
This also is the beginning of yet another
I calmed down to understand
The situation staring between my lips
THE INITIATION
In the simplicity of innocence
The radicalism of naivety
Another phenomenon joined the endless line-up
The line-up split into three columns:
The active, statues and phantasmal
I studied the statues, enrolled in the active
And envisaged the phantasmal,
Smelt the fume connected
To the cauldron of reserved fear,
Scratched the bolt of manhood the emblem of hard work.
A triple aggressive effect
Slammed on my compartments
I declined to align
To the configurations of zodiac
I went down, I died.
I rose up, I lived.
Only to befriend the weird clique
Permanently destroying the egocentric syndrome: their logo
There I learned the art of passion,
Of damning the glory of mysticism
And sweet lies of spookiness
Relationship with the mainstream culture strained.
Learned not to confuse vertical smiles
With horizontal cheers.
THE ENLIGHTENMENT
Realities lurking around my conscience in the vault of sanity
Are best understood by childish dispositions
I display like a white peacock
Spreading its tail in a green garden
Let the alarms of instinct ring on
Let the beaks of cynics chirp on
In personal crest I see
The orchestras of nations
Let loose in mighty symphony
As a thing remains unperturbed
The light so fickle
Somewhere in my chest.
If my world melts into a monastery
Would fate return the favour?
Lest I turn untainted monk
No smile popping out my cheek.
But a voice says to me
The lips of one should remain mute
When their eyes see and ears hear,
So their spine would not be desert dry?
THE RESOLVE
Like Zap! Assumption takes the lead
When the sound of our snore becomes too audible
A scenario likened to earthward development
Mortal monuments flex like muscle builders
the man get tossed again
Living in awe of the abyss
The devil roaring abracadabra
Daily upon him.
See, his tongue is numb again
Power packed manipulations roll
Like steal balls through a tunnels hollow.
Blank memories, blank strides, blank glory.
I said to myself
Instead of loosening up in vanitys eyes,
Id rather stiffen at the plight of being contrary.
THE REALISATION
Body in cage rectangular
Legacies somewhere else
In spite of different intentions
And gold underlining a horde
Of flower words,
Not as important as the ascension
Of smoke freed from perishable ceramic
Of real image unearthed
Backward journey to the inevitable
The master architect turns judge
Why is it so? I asked
To be court-martialed, came answer
Loved ones butcher anguish in many wishes
Chin bearing no white floating wool
Motion overwhelmed by stillness
A conduiting experience
An inescapable spotlight that captures all
After all what shall a mountain climber do?
When the mountain climbed vanishes?
Gravity ebbing away
Like a troop suffering great defeat
So nightmarish it is
When men never kiss the lips of time
In painful excavation of its rocky pitches
Again I hear the words
Beware of mighty Passage
That leads no where