Forever Yours

Lonely nights don't come cheap, but with memories of a love I hold deep. I sit here all alone thinking about your smile, I can't count the days I know it's been a while...
Everywhere I go seems crowded with your face, is it your eyes? Or just that amazing grace. 
Another sleepless night goes by, and all I wish is to be by your side, I laugh to myself on jokes we once shared, still fresh in my mind, so old but still clear..
I close my eyes and all I see is you, I was kissed by an angel to hold my breath till my lips turned blue..
The feelings I have will forever remain true, coz even when you're gone, I'm always thinking of you...

Phone calls and text messages bring you closer to me, but this distance without you I don't think I could ever be. As happy as I am with the girl of my dreams, I can't believe an angel fell in love with me...
I count days as minutes since I last saw your face,  it's been 396000 minutes, am I crazy? Or just crazy inlove...
I still smell you on my sheets, how I wish everything smelled like this...
I chase shadows in the dark hopin it'll be you, just to realise I'm chasing the wrong clues..
So I close my eyes and all I see is you, I was kissed by an angel to hold my breath till my lips turned blue..
The love I have for you will forever remain true, coz when you are not here I'll only love you...

I see you in my thoughts and dreams, even when I'm awake so real it seems, though you're not here with me, soon I know you'll be..
You have my heart in your hands, no one will ever understand.
You're my stars and my moon, being with you will come true soon..
And when you sleep, keep my thoughts in heart, nothing in this world will keep us apart..
I close my eyes and all I see is you, I was kissed by an angel to hold my breath till my lips turned blue..
You and I will forever remain true, because I will only love you

Sometimes

Its been days since we last spoke even longer since I've seen you, I hear this is tough for some people, I block out everything now, whats left is the memory of your face but all it takes is the thought of this distance for it to flood back And I start reliving the best of our days...
See sometimes I'm sure you're over me, I keep tellin myself that all my bullshit has finally caught up to me. I say I wanna see you happy and I'm alright with letting you go but sometimes I lean on the plans we made and keeping you is all I know.
So I start clicking on your Facebook just to keep up with everything you write on it, so I ask myself why don't I just call you. I guess am being honest...
Sometimes I stare at your number telling myself not to call it, so I just play back the audio clips just to listen to you talking...
And here's me thinking I couldn't be a jealous lover.. that's a good lie, coz you happy with your... yeah but... you get the picture...
But that's sometimes...
Coz sometimes I talk to other people just to get my mind off you, I'm sitting here thinking letting you be single will make sense but that's sometimes...
Coz there's always something that brings me back to how you make me feel and sometimes I sit here blamin myself, how do I end up screwin it all over again, what do I need to change by myself and sometimes I think... nah.. I lost out on you.. I ask too many questions and if anything I should just let you be free...  and sometimes I feel what we have is very special and I don't think you and I could ever find another us ever again... then I think about bein replaced and think every relationship must be the same...
Sometimes I think I over think it too much I never really speak out these things I don't have people too trust... and sometimes I think the only way we can get back together is if we get over each other first.. I know but sometimes it makes sense....
Sometimes I delete your number, but I know your number off by heart so it ends up in my phone anyway... Sometimes...
Sometimes I sit here thinking about you and I wonder if you are thinking about me.. and then I think no she'll probably be happy without me...
Sometimes I feel like we should talk about this but it's not that easy.. Sometimes I wonder if you notice it at all, the times when I don't say anything.. times when I don't call... don't let me have time to myself coz that's when I think of you the most... late at night when we should be on the phone, the mornings feel weird coz we haven't spoke...
I'm starting to relate to songs that I once thougt were just poor musically... everyone keeps telling me that we've got a happy ending and sometimes I believe it, sometimes I don't...
A million memories non of them I've let past, those times we felt like we'll be together forever I won't let it be over not that fast...
For us there will always be a happy ending but sometimes I wish you said it more... Sometimes I can justify it, sometimes I can't... Sometimes the guys tell me I should get over you but you know I can't...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes...
Sometimes I wasn't wrong,  sometimes you were.. but no matter how complicated life gets I know we'll get over it... and I hope you feel the same way too... and I just pray that we have a beautiful future......

I just had sex

I just had sex..
It was so nice, full of passion and wonders, it felt so nice..
See my face, see the smile, I'll have this glow for a while..
I have this bounce on my step, I feel lighter on my feet..
I just had sex, and it was so nice, I have the aura of a man, the best ten seconds of my life....

I just had sex

I just had sex..
It was so nice, full of passion and wonders, it felt so nice..
See my face, see the smile, I'll have this glow for a while..
I have this bounce on my step, I feel lighter on my feet..
I just had sex, and it was so nice, I have the aura of a man, the best ten seconds of my life....

Tomorrow

Tomorrow
Tomorrow lies a promise that was made today, frail like a woman’s touch, melts in the rain like clay

Soon to be discovered, wonders all around, a promise once uncovered, precious like the light of dawn

Hidden like forgotten treasures, precious like fountain waters, simple yet complicated

It draws its essence from a rich vein of promises and a marvel of wonders

Like a lady in waiting, tomorrow so eager it flirts with time as hours seem longer,minutes feels like hours as the seduction becomes ever stronger

A story about love... making

She said, "come, take a bite from my apple and you will see, how vast this world is filled with treasures as wild as the seas."
Crushing upon my unchanted shores were waves of skepticism bound by the sensations of a naive boy.
My mouth, wet! With the seduction of her tender lips pucking upon my clear chin.. with the smell of victory just a tips distance from my nose, I swear I saw God's thumbprints on her loins.
And as she drew closer, I thought it was going to eat me! So I cowered at the edge of my crowning moment.. with chills running down my spine I.. I stood with ovation.. woodied and lost in strange happenings I've never seen before.
And so I faultered on seeing how long I was in length and in shock I cried on in strange voices on seeing a curved twist..
But later I would come to learn all about this...

see, this is not a story about love... but a story about love... making
At the most tender of moments...

She touched my lonely limb and said, "everything is going to be alright!" And suddenly I felt warm... no.. I felt hot like the sun had just kissed me where the moon don't shine.
I felt of age like fine wine as her embrace burnt through my eager skin. I could actually see my blood rushing across each vein to the nearest artery.. felt like she was feeding my boyish fantasy.
I felt her mountains suffocating the few chest hairs I had as she squeezed her selfness on me.. and each time she pressed I felt the pounding of my heart.. but not on my chest.
I felt weak on my knees as we fell on a blanket of leaves.. and as the stars watched my every move I heard the creatures of the night cheering me on.. and on...
Like a hungry beast I felt the urge to devour her as she planted kisses all over my...

I assume you already know that this is not a story about love... but a story about love... making
At it's prime..

She put her feet at the back of my head as I drew ever closer to have a bite from her proverbial apple.
Dripping from my mouth in ample was the eagerness to finally become a man.
Honesty I had no idea as to what I was doing as my oral appendage fixated all over her warm wet saline filled sensation.
Even though i was not sure what i was doing to her it felt alright as she sang in tunes never before heard to the untrained ear.
Our sweat mixed to form nectar fit for the greek gods..
If Aphroditie was near I swear she would be shaking her immortal rear for I was dancing in her thighs...

And as I said before... this is not a story about love... but a story about love... making

Remember me in life not in death

In Death you remember a life well lived.. "A saint ascends to the heavens, spotless," we sing spirituals bribing God for a safe passage through the perly gates.. Tears flood the smell of sorrow on your final date.. They bless soils with libation to appease the  fallen father's... while naive young mother's clutch their wombs praying for the next you.. the coffin get's smudged with stains of bright coloured lips from your loved ones.. Sinners are turned to saints by words of those who are left behind but I wonder...
Why is it in death that you remember me. ..
I lived in sorrow... beging for alms today through to tomorrow... l had friends? I don't remember... family l saw only in December... I had a lover but she got repossessed by circumstances...
I found peace in death.. but where were you in the struggle?
Why is it that only in death you remember...

Why did l have an Abortion

She sits alone no smile on her face..
Tearmarks all over her eyes she feels disgraced..
Each and every day she gets depressed..
She grows weak day by day,  holds her tummy to feel a soul that's nolonger inside..
she cries until she can't cry no more and asks herself why?

Why did I have an abortion?...

A sentiment in her mind is in constant motion..
She can't bring herself to sleep the images are still fresh in her conscience..
Weeks turn to months but still she's torn apart..
She can't bring herself to order No signs of a fresh start..
She's ashamed of her acts..
Each day I see it in her eyes..
The question on her mind still remains Why?

Why did I have an abortion...

'I wish I listened to you' a constant chorus in our every conversation..
She's weary of herself and any man's attention..
She breaks down and cry at the sight of a mother and child..
It's evident that she doesn't want to spend one more day in this world..
So she cries so much but still she doesn't heal..
and the question in her mind will forever remain why?

Why Did I Have An Abortion..

Love was not enough

Just when I thought I had given her my all..
Just when you thought this time she'd catch me when I fall..

Love was not enough to save us..

Just when I thought you'd change because I had you forgiven..
Just when I thought the scars would nolonger show on my skin..

Love was not enough to save us...

Just when I thought I had escaped my worst fear..
Just when I thought It would now be clear..

Love was not enough to save us...

Just when I thought I had escaped this madness..
Just when I thought I found my happiness..

Love was not enough to save us...

Just when I thought love was in the air..
Just when I thought you will forever be my dear..

Love was not enough to save us.....

Why Death in death we Cry

A new day dawns silent but clear..

In my arms tight lies my ailing dear..

It's clear in my heart that she is the reason I cheer..

But there is fear from the start that losing her is near...

The sun dies down and it's clear no more..
The gods shade tears for another soul gone cold...
Why? I ask did she really have to go? Another tear is shade, I will see you no more...

Noon it is on a bright sunny day..

Birds Sing of the spring, who knew its may..

Father and son, on the spring they play..

Who knew a life would end this way..

Son don't go, as a father Would say..

End times are here, a life to slay..

The sun dies down and it's clear no more..
The gods shade tears for another soul gone cold..
Why? I ask did he really have to go? Another tear is shade, I will see you no more...

Countless times you've been away..
The heavens blessing scented in the rain..
A bright dawn turns gloomy on sight..
It's clear as light that the dead do cry..
Why? did they really have to die?
Why is it that the dead also cry?

Dear Diary

Dear diary, today I met this cute girl down by the pier..
Really magical how she guzzled the beer...

Dear diary, I don't Love her no more..
I wish I knew she was just a garden hoe...

Dear diary..
would you quit this  already..
It's time for bed but am still going steady...

See, i'm saddened by the fact that I sit here scribbling my nonsense on this poor piece of paper, like this old tree didn't have anythin better to do..

The pen's bleeding on this clear white sheet but still it's not enough for me to stop this..

See I don't really get the point of keeping a diary, if you can't remember, good for you or rather hire me..

It's such a drag what people write.. They'd stab you in the back with just ink and light..

Diary this, diary that.. If you can't handle it, go get run over by a bus..

But lemme not keep this for a while.. The best thing to do is just throw up a smile.. Coz sooner or later you will slip, and your worst enemy will find your book for keep..

Dear diary, am hungry.. The dog ate my homework or was it just me...  

Are mom's supposed to be sick

I remember as a child she used to tuck me in bed right before kissing me goodnight.
She told stories from far and wide, beautiful and sad, and funny enough I don't remember how they ended because I always fell asleep.

Whenever I had a bad dream she would as well be right there, as if she sensed it amidst her sleep.

She would be right there early morning to wake me up, dress me up and get me ready for school.

And when l got ill she would nurse me back to health, a quick fix she would say, and soon I am well.

But today mommy does not wake up, she still lays in bed. She say's she is cold but with sweat on her face.

Mum needs me to nurse back to health and I don't know what to do.

Do mom's get sick too?
Is this true?

I sit and wonder, are mom's supposed to be sick?

My Unborn Child

I can’t wait to finally see your little face,
To hold you in my arms as I thank God for this amazing grace,

I stay up all night thinking of how beautiful you would be,
I know for a fact that is what I would see,

For long I thought it would never happen,
And now you are here to give me joy in often.

Searching For Chastity

In between bedsheets, pillows and covers lie a mystery for eons uncovered. Secrets only revealed when passions arise, mistakes made when riding high on the tide. Once held sacred the union only for copulation, trends follow and morality is damaged for a glimpse of mere satusfaction. The lust drew breath imortalised in artifacts of marble, with eyes wide open from the bite of an apple...
But who is to shield our future generations, the decay runs deep and the smell is putrid in elaboration. Masking intentions with ads quoting protection, the villains in caps and masks advocating its continuation. Disease of venereal nature obscuring the scenes, with their arms they clutch their balls claiming they are made of steal...
I am not the prophecy, I don't have the magic chalice, I dont hold the keys to the fountain of malice. I am but a meer traveller who caught onto the red tape in context, now I raise my staff pretending I have a messianic complex. Truth be told I'm yet complete, with love I give without deplete. But who is to see when my groin is fastened with belts, Risen from the ashes or just detained. To the alter I take my dignity worn on my sleeve, I saw the light when I met my Eve...

1/1/2014

Phone calls and texts keep us closer together, but baby how will i survive this cold weather...
Your image and voice in my head they run circles, i wonder if this is what they all feel, i mean couples...
Just eleven days ago i said goodbye, feels like a year everytime you say hi...
I see your face every night in the stars, i wonder if you also see mine that far...
The night sky remind me of when I first kissed your lips, and when i close my eyes, my mind keeps playin the same clip...
Its still amazing how we fell inlove in one night, come to think of it, its love at first sight...
How l wish that everyday your embrace l would feel, but this distance is the only setback of the thrill...
I wonder if the ground would move closer and bring you to me, or that the winds would swoop you and fly you to me...
I wish for so much, if only to feel your touch...
But above all, i wish never to forget when the new year blessed me with a new heary that fell inlove with you....

Coloured Coals

ESE:
We were never writers, we cut our teeth on letters
razored from old newspapers whose remnants
were soaped and mashed into maché to
make cute little bowls we could stick our stories on.
Sticks were the pens we fashioned into fountains
and air what we inked into the ground,
traced lines of maps with new words
learnt from the dictation class.
We were learned that the world was our canvas and
our lives portraits we were expected to paint, only

LUX:
We were never narrators, we spoke with words concealed
in pages upon pages of books shoved into our minds by
our old masters who took upon themselves to
educate the coloured soul,forced into suits and ties
Tied down upon empty pages with blood,
sweat and tears linked with the cries of
"Dear Mama" printed on pages of Time and Fashion 
magazines sold on street corners to tell stories of
how helpless we really are. But we learned,
we learned that this world was our canvas and our
lives portray where to paint, if only

ESE:
We were never even bards, we honed our craft on kings' solos
in the good books and wrote chartered canticles
for hearts gone afluster. Crowds cheered when
we averred that a heart flamed could flutter
wings and fly as a dove, because love,
love, rhymed with dove and the flapping
wings made music for the soul
And in this one school, this one thing we
have learned. An idiot's trash wrapped in glossy paper will sell
just as swell, he won't know the difference

LUX:
But then we were never free, shackled by old religion, ancient
gods who run myths over the same canvas that we
paint our future on. We clutched onto trends
set by alien worlds and mocked our own roots just to
fit in the pinhole frame of society's shutter, sounds
haunt us in the light like ghosts chained on
effervescent bars, pens run out of ink like halos
glow in essence. We sat on desks learning our own history passed through
foreign eyes, children forgetting their mothers tongue
men forgetting their fatherly tasks
The only thing we learned is that the pen is mightier
than the sword, so we fight our battles word for word...

Tears Of Mama Africa