He lived a chaotic childhood, A kind and troubled youth, His family misunderstood, This young one’s deep truth. From all the strife, He grew in life, And made a choice, To stay true to his voice, A wonder among many ordinaries, He soon came to the discovery, That he had a decision, To prove his…

If the hands of time could revolve, I would journey back to those days, When I felt nothing of the world, To those days when I smiled with my heart, And not because I wanted to impress the world. I would journey back to those days, When my innocence was an event of, Jocund bliss…

what are webut a light encased in stardust skinthat gives a heartbeat towhat hands create in pleasure? behind the curtainwith wire cutters and cashthe great wizard and doctor workto assemble a circuit board of thoughta mega brainthat consumes what is not consentedan artist’s brusheclipsed by thousands of megapixelsa healer’s handscut clean off by the edge…

I saw you hereStanding like a statue,Your voice stolenLike Medusa’s golemMy sympathy is with youBut what can I doBut to watch you fade?. Your tears were ready.Like raindrops, they fell,My heart still seeks solaceIn your very armsHere with youAre your songs and symphoniesThose I loveI keep close. From afarYou still steal my heart,Why can’t I…

  Surrendering to blackness   Summer feels like autumn  Dried leaves rain down sadness They never reach the bottom To and fro above my head Shimmering wings accompany my sorrow Hello dragonfly, I feel the happiness you spread Healing me like Achilles healed with yarrow When missing you persists Night passes, and peace greets me…

How do I extol thee, Oh, l’amour de ma vie? My life beautifier; Damsel prettier than a royal chandelier. Even though thy beauty is such, No adjective can match, But to keep entertaining my eyes, With thy ravishing smile, To extol thee, I shall try. Thou art as beauteous, As the morning sunshine. Thy complexion,…

My father,Son of a black man.Descendant of the lineage,Of fierce but indomitable lions,Whose presence set panthers to their feet;Whose roars make the greatMount Putu to shudder in fret.My father,A man abstemious with words,But when he speaks,His verbosities carry wits,Like that of a sage’s.A man whose words sound,Like music to the ears,And remedy to a broken…

I have lingering words I think it’s time to let out I’ve been keeping them locked in a cage, collecting dust From childhood days to now, so grown You’ve been my anchor, my rock, my own It’s been a long time coming, But I finally push the pen to paper to let you know. I…

Take a moment to appreciate the sky She said from far, far away Not knowing my above is a gray, shapeless chill Restricting my veins with the closed and finite Overcast is one way to describe my sky I find it more like a cloak Not that covers me  But that hides all things I…

The night is so grim, So are the paths of my people. Like the overflow of the River Nile, Torrents of tears wash away their smiles. The cedarwood is so indomitable, So are the will of my people. In spite of the roughness of the way, They still manage to survive day by day. The…