Colored by Strangers I am Jaded perception False conclusions All illusion All seeming Zero understanding Fools rush in... Creating abstracts Their interpretation of me.
Shades undefined -equals- Marred repertoire The unconventional- REJECTED! Predictability required- ONLY!
They draw straws The shortest stick- black I get the shortest stick Yet proud Being misunderstood Damn their judgment! I stand unique My true colors ethereal ...Here stands the TRUE Stranger
Nay not ever the same, seized
From Gaya’s bosom, snatched
As she slumbered, luminosity
And then a pause, theories of
Time dismissed as time becomes abyss.
Celestial captors poking-prodding, she
Much ado’s about nothing, mentally
Floating, dreamy sensations cold as death-hot
As hell, barely conscious she dreams of
Beaming lights, silhouettes of demons
Peering over her naked form, Fighting
her unconsciousness, a scared lab rat
Nibbling at its cage.
No recollection, yet the stimuli of
trial and error she suffers, faceless fiends
having their way with mortality, all
In the name of curiosity, casting
Aside mere sapiens at whim, returning
Them to theoretical reality, such is she
Chucked back into the ordinary without
Memory, yet she is nay, not ever the same….
I see nothing
speak nothing
hear nothing
My monkeys 3, in a state of NirvanaDwelling in nothingness,
Paralyzed by emptiness
Too tired to be angry
Could one be more sad?It feels painful just to breathe
yet I hold it in till I am pale
Probably for the torture
Probably to prove I still exist.I war against image and color
closing my eyes to lose sight
wanting them all to disappear atleast for a moment
those daily icons of lifeI want nothing!
not to breath!
not to speak!
Not to see!I push away all that is beautiful
From sight,
to sound,
to wordTurning off my radio,
Dismissing friends,
I become silence itself,I want nothing
… Not even to feel.
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When do we go home mama?
Very soon my pikin (child)
once the rivers stops leaking
when the earth is done drinking
and our home is no longer sinking
~~~
What about Papa, when is he coming back?
He’s long gone my love
and won’t be coming home,
swept away with all else we own,
He now lays buried in a watery tomb~~~
Who are these people mama, are they my new family?
You might say that in a way
to all, the river has done damage
belongings and love ones, vanished,
And now families by design, we manage
~~~
When do we go home mama?
When the freak rains finally halt
and the rivers shut their vault
…Have patience child,
We’ll soon be okay
~~~~~~~~~~~~
**** Inspired by the flood situation presently devastating communities within my Country (click for information—> RAGE OF NATURE: Flood ravages communities across Nigeria)
(Pictures provided by google)
I cry
“SANCTUARY!!”
Running into her gates
Safe for a time in her rest,
Lazily wading through her,
As though it were forever.Monday comes
Snatching me away
The cycle just the same
To toil the days, six.
And on the seventh, cry
S-A-N-C-T-U-A-R-Y!!!
…She embraces me again
At the thought of an Examination my bowel gives way
The mention conjuring huge beads of sweat.
Recollection of question filled sheets with few hours to complete
Panic besets me and suddenly I need to take a sh…
Is it me or is the classroom spinning fast?
Someone PLEASE shut the windows!
Chills and Hot flashes descend my confused body
The room seems to grow smaller with each minute so I eject
Tick-Tock! Tick-Tock! Time moving fast
Question filled sheet still lay unanswered
Outside, my body with a mind of its own renders mine helpless
Fresh air, water on face and a moment with “John” does the trick!
Back and ready to resume the intellectual battle
Not much time left but I give it my best
A race against time before the “pens up!”
…The situation for most of my youth
Deliverance came in grasping:
Life is one BIG TEST!
Failure is not death,
Mistakes occur for us to learn,
and it is with confidence most battles are won
Now a case of mind over matter
I have bowel movements only test periods after
To my fear of failure I have waved goodbye
Though the mention of an Ex….aaaam will still stir my butterfly 😉
Staring into the nothingness before
Inspiration flat, no thoughts of lore
ALAS! EUREKA! a spark of grandeur!and then I write:
To give ones love and yet be kept in thirst
Many are the souls blessed with such a curse
Yet to live and not have loved is much worse
Today on dVerse (http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/11/formforall-englyn/) we are taking a look at the Englyn (plural Englynion). This is an ancient form of Celtic poetry.
Traditionally the Englyn was used to praise or mock someone well-known. Because of their brevity, they can distil ideas or emotion in a concise verse.
There are eight different forms of Englyn. I have chosen the Englyn milwr
Englyn milwr
This is the soldier’s Englyn, which consists of three seven syllable lines, all of which rhyme.
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Thanks Sue Judd! I hope my poem did some justice to today’s topic 🙂
A little wiser than yesterday
The room upstairs, initially a dull shade
but filled with many treasures
needing only a spark to brighten the spaceA little wiser than yesterday
The chamber in my head brightens from a deem,
light emanating from a match
but I have my sights set on a blazing bushA little wiser than yesterday
There’s a progressive glow each day
as wisdom becomes watchword
and knowledge my banner
A chaste brethren lay fallen tonight
in a corner room, in a district of red lightWondering on actions that lead to this
the moment still fresh, he reminisceLike delicate orbs wrapped in silken case
Delicious juices her carriages lacedThe sweetest nectar from her breasts did he taste
To ecstasy’s gates his sensations racedAs though Lucid but still awake
In her fountains he finds his honey filled lakeHis very first of such experience met,
skill in her torso turns him flounder in her netCaution to the wind; mind set on fire
as he bites of the forbidden fruit in mindless desireFinally an end comes to all good things
now on his back, the angel with broken wingsTortured by the thought of a night passion’s end
with this lady of the night with a baby to tend
A kiss did strike the final blow
too strong? too soon? or was it too slow?young love ripped to shreds, tip toe to head
Goodbye said; a harsh reality unsparedThe heart lay broken, past is now token
From sulfur and brimstone, a demon awokenThe past is past, the future grim
To care is failure, to love is sinBy what horrid thing is love replaced
A hollow soul, black and unchasteA faceless no one birthed this war
With gross deceit the hymen toreThe phantom, sits in reminiscence
“Belief in love turns me to this…”
O what dark reflections love dost bring…
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Festival King 