unlucky

some day you awake,

to a silent god

and you take a bath,

long and deep,

in a pool of flames

you feel your demons within,

crawling,

tearing through your boiling skin,

and the heavens,

can only seem so far away,

from the eye of the undying

the torment,

the dust on a forgotten painting,

to shade my heart black

and a silent god would awake,

to a cloud of my ashes

the essence of another soul

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My demons

A flickering candle on an empty highway

light my way into a sunrise

for the dead walk in the shadows,

and the ghosts fly in the moonlight

but my demons,

I walk with,

on the inside

 

Even gods laugh

I awake to a clear blue sky, 
every morning 
The tropical forest

A green canopy  of small hills, 
with patches of rusty iron sheets, 
The local natives

When the ancient man left the caves, 
the hunt with the hounds, 
the stones and the hides,

to the jets in the skies, 
the heavy smoke in the streets
burning fossils and minerals, 
he should have loved the music

dance your way to the moon

The groove of the moving earth, 
the roar of a hurricane, 
and the bubbling of molten rock

the perceptions of faith

“This is a punishment from the gods”
“disown my blood for deviations”
“infidelity or atheism?”

The world loves a good story
Mr. President loves a good camera, 
a red tie and shiny motorcade

My mom enjoys a silent morning, 
no sirens, 
or chemo

I guess she must pay tribute
To the ancient man or the gods?

That the present paves the future, 
to the moon or the grave?

I love the sound of my key tabs
Tap the glass screen, 
scroll the immoral

The truths and the facts

His Excellencyis black,
that’s a fact

He is an international hero, 
thats a truth

The truth? 
That African leaders dream our countries away?

No! 
African leaders dream the world away!

The fact? 
World leaders are dreaming the world away

So I awake to a crimson sky
It is World War IV
Man and his nukes

The ancient man speaks to the gods, 
“I did my job right.”
“I defeated my greatest invention.”
“Civilisation.”

And the gods reply, 
“you sure did take your time!”
“Hahaha!”
“One hell of a mistake creating you! “

When doves cry

The sores of a dry lip

Kiss the rose and let it die

My lover is asleep

I am her tears

The ashes to the winds

Send me into the unknown

My frozen breath in a winter storm

the beauty of a pen is it’s ink.
the bold words that brave tired hearts or the slanted letters that relay tears of a widowed bride

Dracula

Exquisite
Filthy
The joy and pain
A life of a thousand years

When the ink below my eyes smudges,
The tears of blood I shed
If my truest is my pain,
This bed of thorns I must lay

The venom is my blood
A dead heart and it’s veins
The spiders weave my robe
The scorpions fill my glass

When the darkness unfolds like a blanket,
Over the sky,
The dark angel I arise,
Creatures of the night we reign

The caskets and the mansions
The sons of the devil
Shall I see sun?
My tales to the flames

She

Whatever happened to yesterday? 
Her yellow dress like the sun
And her bright smile like the moon

On a silent night
If shadows were alive, 
And these horrors were just fantasies

Then my lover I would be, 
Within an embrace of her shadow 
And not these phantoms in my dwelling

A wife loves her kitchen 
The silver face of a sharpened knife
Boils soup of a family recipe

We dine at a table
Her intense stare deep into my soul 
Spills hot coffee onto my shirt

The smirk on her face,
Blows wind in the chilly weather
Her hair, like a crown of a thirsty blood queen

Whatever happened to the rose in the jar? 
Her red petals turned black and dry
She, not the woman I married

She, the stranger in our bed
She, a silhouette in my dreams
And yet, I still love her!

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