My Body and Mind's Soliloquies

Hands shaking
Paralyzed handwriting

Pause.. Wait..

Yesterday, half a decade gone
Yes, but..
Hush!
Prior sacrifice disregarded
Time flies; I flew (within)
Shame.. please, no eye contact
But we are one
Smartass, count me out

Almost midnight, half a decade's prologue
Good luck!

A Friend I Had

I met him on solid ground.
A funny, focused, and ridiculous clown.
Deep to Davy Jones’ locker,
an ardent follower of street soccer;
balls present when he is.
And his body type,
one of a kind
putting you to a quiz.

Gnome.

Like a visualized quay,
We were boats tightly tied
hoping we’d make history
and put an adage to sleep
"20 kids can't be together for 20 years"
It was progressing..
Although times were hard,
we had transparent destinies.
Very vivid,
like being in a sun lounge.

Then he died.

Lost Leadership

They must go; let them go
Is what he hungers for
And thirsts for
Differs though
From shepherding sheep
The former possess possession
Latter train apprentices

Trade by barter
And men for cowries
Now cross-checked
As a compulsory history class
For both black and white being

Being being, consume the idea
Like a consumer opting
For the highest satisfaction in life
No, no modern word
Never correspond with early civilization

Replacing time-machine with voodoo
I'm a successful harvester not rich
And a cheerful giver not a philanthropist

Still have hut with thatch
Moulded for critics and opponents
Your surnames define you
All cropped in one basket
In support of today's monarch

Call me contrary; that's me
Absent repetition in my work
Although a blessing to work me through

Call man all the homos
Sapience is what he embraces
Known after origins and traces
Yet shepherds don't apply it.

Oxymoron

Act naturally
Bitter sweet
Common sense
Durance freedom
Empty satiety
Epicene human
Eyes wide shot
Frozen tears
Fine mess
Gelid summer
Global village
Godly atheist
Government intelligence
Hidden bravura
Honest politicians
House arrest
Icy hot
Inside out
Lost memories
Living dead
Pregnant virgin
Real sobriquet
Second best
Silent buzz
True lies

Poetry Controversy

Good, in between and bad

How good, in between and bad do you want it?

You are you as I am me

Let me do my work while you applaud

That's if you're not a poet

Well, if you are,

Welcome to our club

Until you are called out,

Sign in and remain calm

Otherwise you are them in our club

Be my guest, be my critic, you are snubbed

Like cigarette, we’ll be smoking

While you remain the stub

Disturbed. And will be extremely purged to the core

And that’s my word

Make a Difference

Let's launch a rocket
and make the good things reign
Hope it won't rain
On that day...
We'll be present
like it's strike
On the contrary, we'll hike.
Hike
This is a rural ground
Yes
The green weighs less than a pound
Who's to blame?
Give 'em the crown
they'll frown
and marry fame
We're all aware - that's your aim
Stealing our harvest
and cropping 'em in your pocket
Thinking...
we have a tribal mark
called, Surprise!
We know before our very eyes
Why not launch a rocket?
Help turn the table
and carry-out your onus
To a layman, this is understandable
There needn't be any excuse
Once again
make the ground urban
and invite folks' responses to huh
Let's launch a rocket

February's Intro

It's half of the shortest chosen disciple

When every human is a vegetarian

Black is remembered not as neutral but color

And around the birth dates of two Oyonmis

It's fair to lay my gift this way

Knowing it's one of the annual recurring ones

Contrary to a common gift; it's a perfect one

One that Literature has made easy.

Life's Witnesses (Slightly Inapt)

Repercussions welcome and salute the wicked
cries for help, but no ear to hear
disgraced kith and kin consumed by stereotypes

which project the lives of a particular people
Only main meals available, yet considered rich
an escaped gesture of being called wealthy
Ironically healthy but heavy – too much cholesterol
Catchy commercials caressing catastrophes
like Obesity- Oh, my brain’s break
How about premature?
Well,
Incubators seem friendly, after all we invented it
Doctors injecting them, poor infants
All that seems right is mirror-wise
Very true yet very false.

Me and the Hypocrite

Courtesy of (h)is/er inner mind
(s)he breathes out laughs and sighs cries
when needed
(S)he creates with me
the options to bettering the things I do
Duet thoughts (s)he bears - in and out
With all outter intentions to favoring me
Very aware of my awareness
Necessity I should have kept
Secretly kept
Don't blame me
How was I to know?
(S)he's a hypocrite

A Prisoner of War

Hearteningly buried

sometimes, abstract burials

but not forgotten

Put in a jealous gaol

spaced out

with labyrinthine corridors

Starving one who
sees gruel tantalising

Excruciating torture
and
a by proxy death, if any
coil up the mind

Still brave.

Forcing the Pace

It’s dawn without a switch

Never jealous of, but vexed at the rich.

In the mirror, I see my face

with anguish causing it to deface

Keeping the pace is no news
Let’s face it, situations-
sure can stand the pace
always up with a lark
to show my pace, yet-
its unhinging relic
creates funeral panic.

The pace of life and change is very fast and fierce
while steady pace lays the poor.

Call it the end time
war and riots,
with a sister in between, Terra
resulting in the release of delta forces.
Gale forces merging into hurricanes.
Amateur teenage girls turning mothers,
bearing like birds, mostly premature.
What more can I say
but for you to fill out the space....

Dull my lines
But let it be dawned on you.
It's crystal clear,
Forcing the pace is our trademark.

War

Women share and promote success
and children bring joy.
The grass is green.

Now reversed, it's war

The land is empty without men
but shivering women and children.
The wind blows without stability
which makes the grass blue and cold.
It's not tornado though - it's war

Divide the land in segments
The transporters and the lame
The latter don't budget time for fame
As worm, it's never peaceful
Why should anyone be cheerful?
Knowing man is obedient
and blind not in all areas
sure can break some barriers

Going astray and being adamic
Like fuel for fire,
that should be man's relic
to show he perspires to acquire

Welcome back heroes of our land
Soldiers for army, men for man
is what you've shown.
Let him be honored with a crown
Not yours, it's his own
Needn't commit suicide, cry, or frown

Even if we won, we lost
The good news is - man is injured
and the demerit remains unpunctured
Man is dead and returned to dust.

My 072908's Worry

My 072908's worry…
is like that of a man
whose wife is nine month pregnant
and now in the labor room

Getting ready to give birth

Friends and families are all outside
Same position holds the best wishers
With a line not allowed crossing.

Every second, minute, and hour passed
accounts for a pound of flesh or surpassed.

So serious, I don’t blink my eyes
even when being distracted by a fly.
All hopes are high,
theirs, yours and mine.

Insanity still noticeable
reminding me it’s a hospital.

The mobility of the nurses
going in and coming out
creates countless confusions

One fusion that worsens my worry

Just want to be enclosed in my reverie
The tension is nearing completion.
Soon, no more will my face
which shadows my rare ambition
be a picture of sheer misery.

Science or Him?

Gravity deceives man,

that we know.

Science takes over,

Well, they think.

Do you?

Searchings and new findings,

yet dillions or more unknown.
Many embrace science, good though
Not good enough,
Fact,
especially when He’s not recognized.

Saying think twice
is no news.
All that sees this
already heard the sermons.

Read on,
Don’t fall a victim.

Two things are known,
Known and exist.
Heaven and hell.

You are still breathing,
right?

Choose.