I hope he makes you feel at home
hope it’s sweet when he’s singing you songs
I’m sorry I choked chewing on
my own tongue for too long
You’ve moved out
and moved on
Making vacancy space inside my arms
but there’s something I’m still clung on
Vagabond who can’t wander on
or let go of that glimmer of home
I wasn’t living in love
but I was somewhere so close
Does he listen when you’re silent?
Does he watch you as you sleep?
Is it everything we were supposed to have?
I can’t help but feel like the trick’s on me
You said
he makes you feel
like magic.
and I transcended, disappearing from the picture
as I imagined your passion
watched
my love story
col lapse
in
to
trag
edy
in a second
and a half.
Broken cries diluted the still waters
A mothers pain as she prepares a better life for her daughter
Her bones ached with exhaustion
Her fractured breathing heavy with guilt
Buy she knew this was the right decision
She wraps her baby in a blanket made of love and sacrifice
She hoped these feelings would be carried into her child's next life
I'm the early morn before the rising of the sun
She sung lullabies from her mother She learned
Before giving her only child a tender kiss on her forehead
Then ending her last moment with a hug
Her child's cries drowned out by the silence of freedom
Her child sunk to her watery grave
Protected from ever becoming a slave
She was born to be free
And that all her mother ever wanted her to be
Her love for her daughter transcended time
She felt a hole in her chest
As if she had been hit with a bullet
But she would do it again if it protected her daughter from enslavement
Even if it meant the loss of her child would break her
But a mother love is selfless
It's why her daughter kanoa had to be let go
Her name important, her name meant the 'free one'
Her daughter the epitome of freedom
Truth be told, or is it so,
Is strength bronze or tin?
Forever mystery lies so,
In this transcended kin.
Beneath the rust, a fragile heart,
Iron weeps, its strength apart.
A veil of secrets, shadows loom,
Where truth’s enigma finds its tomb.
In fragile echoes, whispers call,
Uncertainty befalls, thoughts of chanciness.
As ready minds begin to fall,
A second thought of unsureness.
Though some say it's peaceful,
A chilling draft, shadows impenetrable.
The touch, cold & luridful,
As if metal guards what’s unfalsifiable.
A muffled sound, a mournful hum,
As secrets whisper, what is keen.
For a darkened blanket casted,
Obscuring truth, a world unseen.
The taste bitter, how obscene,
Obscene in taste, even in earful mean.
He captured her charm, serenity, and intelligence in his work. He frequently glanced from the canvas to her face. Asking her not to smile was like asking her not to breathe; patience wasn’t her strong suit.
What’s in a smile? Beauty, and everything! It was a shame that it didn’t showcase a young woman in her prime, the one everyone came to know and love. Her strong features and openness transcended the warmth of a morning rose blooming in spring.
Instead, he painted an autumn theme rather than the warmth of spring. The shape of her face and the curve of her lips were striking, yet they seemed inadequate for someone destined to be a future queen.
That was how I captured him while he slept. That was two years ago. He never contributed anything meaningful to our relationship. Was it love, or was it compassion? I remember those two years well. I told him I would forever love him. What did he do? He sold the link to our happiness. He sold the bike, GH 6615.
Those two years were a peaceful interlude for us, a reminder that what’s in a smile is not always what we think it is.
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady,
illuminated in rainbow colours of desire
the serpent still coiled up in anticipation
of spiritual enlightening and exposure
another day in paradise one breath at a time
no rotten apple on this occasion for the lovers
let go and let God play out their destiny
entwined in mutual embrace they curved
slithered to a scent of sandalwood and
rubbed together their cinnamon skin bark
life had taught them to be patient and curious
and while they needed no manual for passion
they were guided by a much higher realm
as chakras transcended mere physical realities
orange delights merged into one violet crown
and the moment seemed like infinite eternity
spine tingling one position lead to another
a circular procession of intimacy and faith
stroking each other touched by the spirit
yin and yang always spiralled into serenity
when they came together forever and ever
kundalini at best vital force for peace in and out
The wind like time
Does not beg permission
It does not pause for longing hands
It moves illusively disappearing
Coming and going
Weaving the strands of tomorrow
into fleeting dreams transcended
From the bones of yesterday
It waits unseen in silent stillness
mummering with mystery
charging into an array
of constant cycles of energy
Touching everything
In its river of drifting sighs and huffing gusts
Its anger devours with
Screeching tempests
Swallowing the lifeless forms
Without discretion
Making alive and moving
All that lies in its wake
At the crossroads of departure
Spinning like a bird in flight
You are taken in its wake
Uplifted into its command
Within the chasms of little choice
Unsurmountable mountains of truth
Lay just ahead in perilous wait
Only to come to rest
Succumbing to the valleys of peace
To witness destiny
The tree of death or life,
A duality of existence,
The truth is obvious to the transcended
but remains the same to the unchanged.
The tree of death or life,
The darkness and sunshine of the meadow,
The lifelessness and beauty of our journey,
So much lies hidden in this narrow realm.
Our weary bodies are cradled by the night,
While the soul journeys to various places,
Shadowed by the unseen.
The tree of death or life calls us.
Existence is a two-way path;
Slumber is the random movement of the soul.
This phenomenon is bidirectional,
For the tree of death or life is a marvel of the Divine.
April 25, 2025.
Thorns for your King,
Scarlet for His robe,
A cross on His back,
He journeyed to a place of suffering, pain, and humiliation.
They sang His praises at His triumphant entry,
But later, they despised and scorned Him.
They no longer needed Him to save them;
A Messiah might be somewhere else.
Helped to carry the cross,
He trudged along,
His body was lacerated by stripes,
Feeble but willing to do the Father’s will.
Nailed to the cross and pierced in His side,
His soul was about to leave its chamber.
In anguish, He called out to His Father,
And then came the final slumber.
He transcended at Golgotha,
He descended into the abyss,
He prevailed in the age-long contention,
Mortality was finally put off at His ascension.
April 14, 2025.
My time is precious
I was ignored
My heart bleeds for the world
My mind swirls
Hatred surrounds me
People prefer I be dead
Family and Friends stay away
Heaven is my gateway
My eyes grow dark
I am like the black sheep at the end of a painful thorn
Pain agony
My grave is ready
My tomorrow arrived from yesterday
Soul Depart
Soon Heaven’s start
My name will only be a reflection
It draws no attention
My eyes have seen
Wisdom has shown
A world that refuses to be truthful clean
My worries not
Death comes on time
The Death Angel has arrived
Transcended Heaven Bound
Lifted up and I soar.
Raised by his grandmother,
He understood the depth of life at a young age,
He delved deeper into existence as he turned each page,
Life was like a book before him.
He often asked intriguing questions,
Ones that made people wonder and ponder,
His mind was a blooming field,
Time facilitated the yield.
His grandmother told him stories about the night,
How it had concealed people’s light,
She told him about the mysteries that traversed its meadow,
And the treasures that hide in the shadows.
He dropped out of school,
His hands became his tools,
Penury wasn’t a setback,
His grandmother cried that she couldn’t support his education.
He stood like an Iroko tree,
His hope was as solid as a rock,
Although turbulence sometimes rocked his boat,
He had learned how to keep it afloat.
He was devoted to his grandmother,
He kept her teachings to heart,
He was desolate when she transcended to the beyond,
Life became a still muddy pond.
Gradually, he sailed across the sea of his grief,
He prospered in his craft,
He found love along the way,
Together they embraced both the grey and fray.
March 30, 2025.
Paranoia, hysteria
the chatter off lips fills me up with ridicule
curses off demon breath blown on me like a baptism by virgin blood
but i
etch triple sevens off sixes
hit the jackpot off my last nickel and laugh
cause happiness is made not given and i profit off the pain
why would i dance with the devil when i can dance through the rain
Sundays i go to temples built with skulls that gossip through their souls from hell
and the preacher wont let me off this noose
sit and stare at devils in slain angel skin on pulpits
i have to go to lonely hills to praise God
and i can't find God, God finds me
and even there the devils dressed in a hoody in a mini van with tinted windows and camera lenses
i took love there once and she got goosebumps off the lucy in the air
so we dashed off to a rendezvous and made love
love transcended us to a place where time doesn't exist and they don't either
we played Bon Iver
talked of times when times were quieter
sometimes with a bud and a lighter
old fashion mimosa and i recite her
a poem
on the rooftop over the city we use call home
Her ineffable iridescence transcended my trepidations.
Her scintillating semblance was a hammer to the heart on my sleeve.
Shattering my shamefulness and unlocking my ululations,
But now I am bereaved for my lover chose to leave.
Now my concubine is chimeric and my feelings have faded.
Wash away my world but preserve the past memories in my mind.
Leave me to languish in our eternal estrangement.
A certain surge
A journey unseen
Embracing response
Need and Desire
Write on
Moment was right
Didn’t understand what was happening
Inspiration expelled like an electrical charge throughout my entire body
Never felt like that before
It was like I was under a spell
Words and sentences transcended
Poet within
Bitten alpha became written
Word doors opened
Sentences were shouting the testimony
Honest and true
Anecdote notion
Bitten Alpha encouragement like a hidden portion.
Involuntary spasms of bliss delight,
though the norm, always takes us by surprise,
so sudden the surge by day and by night,
rapture sublime mind cannot weigh or size,
teleporting our presence to new highs.
With all our nodes aflame in body prism,
it seems we’ve transcended every known ism.
Magnifying the Lord
in language transcended
rising to heaven
a thank offering-
Christ my shepherd
Christ my light
Christ my peace
love peals aloud
healing for the broken-hearted
liberty to the captive
New life to those who believe
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