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! “

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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

Phantoms

The demon in me
Check the shell and spill it’s secrets
Like and egg on a bare rock,
Before the sun for the world to see

The mind is an inferno
Ballads of the dead echo
Within the classics of the ancient
The winding chains around my heart

Pour me some blood
Quench this lust
And sooth my lust
The loins of a young maiden I long

To feel the warmth of her skin
With the sweat running on my back
Her veins pumped on her neck
And my fangs flashing in the moonlight

The death of flower
Withering with each kiss
Lies another body on my chest
The phantoms in my dreams

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The epitome of a dreamer

From smoke of random thoughts,
The world as it should be
Burning, a fire of invention

The pen wets the paper,
Smudges of a dark ink,
The calligraphic mastery of art

Following strokes of fine brushes,
On stretched surfaces of white canvas
The coloured sunsets of oil pastels

This, the epitome of a dreamer
The long bars holding,
And glass walls reflecting the mountains a far

Searching within particles of ether
The knowledge of outgrowth
Sieved through the many minds over time

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