White trap

It could be anywhere, absolutely anywhere.
Even right here. You look, aimlessly. Just looking.
Then as your eyes wonder, there is that one pair that
Catches your glimpse. Now there are two things,
No in fact there is one thing, choice.
This leads to two things,
To look or not to look again.
Let’s say you look, and then maybe you like.
It could be anyone, him as old as your dad,
She as young as your sister,
Him as hunky as your wish, you have made that
One choice and its in.
Not in as you are thinking…. in you know!
Yah but wait let’s just say it’s in,
You are done, its set it’s on and
You are now going in there
You are going to be in;
Maybe you need to switch it on first
But since you might not be the only one
Who made the choice? It’s already on.
Now think about it for a minute,
No not when you are in, the situation might dry up.
Lets say after wards, it could be for a favor
It could have been for, Eh! for…I don’t know
The moment. Still you silently made that choice.
What worries me is, what if the choice made you
And you had no reason to deny coz maybe…you were single
Well almost single..Come on! man hey no ring no sting
That’s what they say right.
Do you then wonder, when you got in what you came out with?
A promotion maybe, a friend maybe or even a keen.
Or that string that forever ties you to
a floating log of a hopeless romantic.
But when it all started, we all know you had one thing,
Choice.

Before I knew you, we clicked

He knows her,
Her who knows the other guy
Of which the other guy
Knows the first he who knows
The first her.
She does not know the two he’s
Know each other
Nor does the first he know they both know her.
While both the he’s have other she’s they know separately
and those she’s know the first her also separately
the first he and she get to “know” each other better
Which by that time the other guy gets to
“know her far much better”
The other guy does not know that his she
Knows the first she, of which that she
Does not know too, in fact does not want to know about
Any he, because she wants to know her more
Of which she does...well.
So the reason the other guy knows the first she “far much better”
Is because his she does what she does with the first she
Then when she gets to meet he and she teaches he how to know
The first she. Only that she does not know her guy knows
The first she. So the first she just keeps wanting more of
The other guy but does not understand why.
But now the thing is the other guy
If you still remember, knows the first he.
Of which the first he knows the first her
But she does not know that these two guys
know each other “better”.
And they both don’t know they know her.
So before they all knew it
They had all licked…oh sorry I meant clicked.

Vas deferens

Vas deferens (plural: vasa deferentia), also called ductus deferens,
Latin: "carrying-away vessel"),is part of the male anatomy of some species;
they transport sperm from the epididymis in anticipation of ejaculation.

The crack on our moral walls is nothing but honest
Humbled by the brutal force of capitalism
The urban ones have turned to modern day cave man
Only this time the caves are boiling corrugated heaters
Stewing the poor to be filthy poor at the
Expense of their ignorance.
Slowly the most faithful are becoming the most fateful
There is nothing left in this world, the conscious utters.
He squats not because he is tired,
He wants to get into his house,
In there lies his spouse.
From the top of tree, just a tree
You would think it’s a pile of metal rubble well organized
In the depth of the slums well terrorized.
He cast the viva ingredient, now he squats once more
His head between his knees, feeling well sodomised.
He is a pawn, in a game well organized
And the eight children?
Well maybe it’s because her organ is nice.
The baby knows in the arms of the mother
His dinner well served. Milk is a tit away.
The mother feels the father’s pain and
And her eyes give tears way to quench the thirst
In the open mouth of her baby in her arms.
Coz the milk is done what he needs is water.
In all this madness the mind is a vessel
A vessel to carry your insanity away
In anticipation of a better dawn.
Shacks are not locked and are never locked
The world is already locked from them.
The rich are scared of rain. One drop they run for the car
The rich are scared of pain, one itch then straight into the spa.

To be continued....

To please is nature, pleasure is nurtured

When captured, the essence
of us beings is often
caricatured.
One button off,
One blind eye off,
Turn the stereo-type off.
Let the belt come off,
Let the heels slip off,
And for once in your life
Let the fear of who you must be
Stripped completely off.
Six lines above me right now
Are all off.
So watch while,
I turn me on.
I feel so me,
I feel wantable, if you stare long enough
I will feel really eatable.
That’s the way it’s meant to be
Its nature, gullible as it sounds its very true.
Naked we are in nothing, but in clothe
We are everything but ourselves.
Shelves filled with everything but the truth
Who is to take a bite off my juicy fruits, in its true form?
Wrapped in Chanel, Nike & Truworths?
That’s not my true worth,
Well it is to the naked eye,
But as we all know sometimes eyes lie
And make my brain swell, my pores cry
Coz when I see, all I think is what is behind that clothe
Coz I know in its right way it’s naked.
Don’t scorn me coz I am so called bones
And you are hip and thighs,
What hot quick meal will taste good?
Without the fries.
It’s fair for me to have hair,
Anyway your playground is fairer than mine
Oh come on my face aint there, its up here
But I think my points clear
When naked never ever fear.

An oomph in owe!

Who in their right minds place slot machines in the ghetto?
Wanting the poor to gamble with the little they don’t already have.
Be careful of that hip song that makes you hop,
It might just leave with your little hope lost in Christ.
Watch he that shouts in the name of the Divine
Yet his heart like wine is fermented with greed, envy and lust
The prophets have long gone but their prophecies live on,
So in the book possible truth lies, open it and read on.
Get your money, get your money,
But make sure what you get with that money
Don’t come back and get you.
Hmm, what’s that I hear?
Ooh hypnotic choral reverberations of a choir,
A choir that sits on the government sit
Nine to five, five days a week
Singing praises for taxes that make us weak,
In a system that makes us weak, weak, weak.
Mph! Mph! Mhp! What’s that’s smell?
Is a knock at the door?
Don’t guess who it is, curse who it is.

“..Wait a minute. Skin?”

“…that’s why I stopped smoking weed.”
Shit, did I say that out loud?
Hmm! I was just thinking to my self.
Ahhhh! it feels good to be a star
Now I can be free to live my life
I will be all floss and gloss
Stardom is my wife.
From Zim, Dar to Accra
They giggle, the fine ladies
As our eyes meet
The fellows stare in owe
Envy flowing through their veins,
So I thought.
I had dreamt this.
All I need now is to build my empire
My music, my art, my style,
My complete satire.
Yes, yes, yes my empire
And my new attire.
Oh! It felt good, very light
And just the right size.
Like I said, I had dreamt this before.
But the attention was not as much as this
Now, there is fine tuned detail
I can even feel the sun on my smooth star studded skin
“..Wait a minute. Skin?”
Like shock induced paralysis
Bare truth hit me
Surely I had dreamt this before
My stardom comes alive,
My empire comes alive,
But how the hell did I forget that my new clothes
In my dream were just a thought.
“Shit…that’s why stopped smoking weed.”
How do I tell my chick I walked all the way
To the city hall,
Naked?

More Fin

"...there in the horizon the future drank and dined
With fate cushioned on the hard ground by the gift
Of the present, and all they spoke about was me.
It's scary to know I matter."
The reason for living can not at all be greater
than life its self
No matter how much the script is flipped
The true one man show keeps playing
With no delay with seconds passing the rod
To the minute hand to the hour hand
Creating a synchronized chronographic relay
In my sleep I sneezed,
Disseminating my dreams in vapor
Forming psychedelic clouds a few inches above
My conscious.
I stood still, on the sub-conscious face up towards
The clouds hoping for thunderous rain
I was shaken abruptly to reality by my ever demanding wants
Handcuffed by failure to a steel bed of nothingness
I broke the chains
“I will not bed you no more, I shouted.”
How can I be so lame to be bedded by a prostitute?
Ordained by death it’s self.
Yes failure is a damned prostitute that sleeps with any
Man who sleeps alone with no dreams
It will lure you; caress you till you are fully erect
With futile vanity
Living you pregnant with wishes and ideas born still
Call it envy.

The moon walked

Last night on my way home I met a cow.
"Hmm..."I thought.
“A black cow, at night in town”
That's strange I said to myself with a frown.
The cow blotted out in a deep voice
Staring me right in eyes,
as if to sniff out some lies
“You should see how stupid you look
talking to yourself about a cow."
To me he was a mad cow at ease…
who gave him the disease?
I was shocked…
Not that the cow spoke. No!
That I look stupid talking to myself. Really?
Politicians do it all the time
Talking about cash in cows
Stolen by underdogs
Drinking milk from dairy cows daily
Kilimanjaro mounted right on top of theirs bellies
Is a dairy cow black with white spots or white with black spots?
How did pink become white and brown become black
Was the academic color blind?
What did the academic lack?
To scared of tradition and culture to call Asians white too.
Achooooo!
Any clue?
Achooooo!
Ohh! It's a flue.
One thing human nature has learnt
Is to spread useless things
As quick as a flue
No matter what color
We'll meet at the funeral parlor
Don't you see it? MJ was right.
Even his dance moves, damn his skill was tight
His pants too.
It's a wonder how the media managed to fit in his pants too.
Achoooo! Shit I had forgot..the flue.

Being Human

It hot, hard and heavy,
This feeling in me that has suddenly made me
The human I am skin clothed, skeleton framed
Soul fueled sometimes the human in me is crazy.
We are made to live, made to get, but also give
Made to lie, made to cry but also grieve
Made for hurt, express with art the love in us
But also cheat.
Abide in oath, in justice taught and do get caught.
But the human in us needs to live
Off the air we breathe and watch us grow
What we seed in time of want and days of need
We get mad; we get sad but get really glad
In a friend with feelings shared
In attraction we have no choice but stare
Hand cuffed in choice the human nature
Is equally dared.
In the conscious subdued,
That want is always flared.
And from then on trust is prey
That’s always snared
Jaws, Paws, claws are natures laws
Flaws, laws, pawns also a human nature
Suddenly stained that’s the truth you ought to think
Sustained, a wish I once felt could be
But being human has infinite possibilities
Though for relief we clutch our fist on faith
With hope being human for that moment
Leaves no eternal torment.

Herit Age

My story, your story, not just a story.
Her story, his story, all adage glory.
Black and white print bears my past
Quite livid
He wrote it, she wrote it
And the missionaries caught it
The eccentrics refer to it and quote it
The rappers flaunt it
The artists draw the art of soul from it
The ground turns coal from it
It’s the character of age at times depicted in ink
With a voice of belonging and origin
And in the mind of the scholar with a merit
It will sink.
It’s poor, it’s rich
It might be fame and fortune
You talk about that past, you must
Practice caution.
A wealth of history the living age must inherit
The witnessing of the past
We in age and off age must hear.
Silenced or loud with no choice we must bear
Let it not be synonymous with the colour of his skin
Let it stay valid like the relation to my keen
Let not the cemetery be a reminder of what our history gave
Let not your brain be romanced by ignorance,
While your grandfather’s chores lye in the grave.
I know, I know books can be scary
But living the presence of an unknown past is far much scarier
Today I stand tall, solid proof of my past
Skin dark as hell, bright white teeth with a heavenly glance
Hair kinky all locked up pure follicle macaroni
I am the gift to the present
I am content to the will you read in monochromatic
And sons and daughters will inherit
I am heritage.

Your nature, a damning sweetness!

It’s been ages since I felt you by my side in bed...
When I wake up at three in the morning and
Feel your warm skin and touch your stomach hands and face
And squeeze you close to me and you turn
And caress me with your loving hands
Pull me closer
And kiss me with your eyes shut like you are sharing
A meal with my soul
And you open your self too and let me in the deepest of places
Just to exalt me off this want for you
And you love me slowly and ever so gently
And wash my cock as if in morning glory with your wetness
And morn in my ear arch you back and thrust me deeper to your loins
As if you want to me so stay in your womb
While you cushion me with your breasts
You awesome breasts
And wrap me in your legs as if to plug in my cum and yours
And hold it in with my thick cork
Babie, you love me so well
I feel your heart beat in my soul at times I feel like I am a twin in love
With myself coz you feel my pain
You equally fuck my lust
Your echo my shouts
Morn my groan
I sometimes think I am losing my mind
In the arms of once a lost child of love
That’s found me hidden in her deepest of places
When I came in you...
Babie,
One day if my heart seizes
I will be killed by pleasure my dreams
Gave birth to right where my child is to be born
In you.

Ideas and echoes

The illusion of Freedom is Evil in its purest form.
Unlike the reality of slavery,
Where you are conscious of the fight for liberty
You remain in captivity for infinites worth.
I am sick of this.
I am cluster phobic to the walls of fashion too.
I think in the most silent of forms they are fascist too.
First it was dress up and don’t be naked to the world,
Now its dress up this way and be part of the world.
Why can’t the world be part of me?
I was born naked,
Now in ideology you want me to
Be kanned.
How will people ever learn?
No matter what we do, we all become naked
One way or the other at the end of the day.
Something bad really happened in May.
When you are about to crush,
You scream May Day! May Day.

My Black Gold

Need strong

From birth we need
To seed.
Scorned by reality
With the need to please.
Put others before self
The Bible says
A truth that the
Selfish tease
But faith is a need indeed
Put afoot the plot
Success is in the smoking pot,
You wanna lose the plot?
That success is in smoking pot
I got the sheriff shot,
He’s BLACK
But running BACK
To shoot my BLACK MEN
In the BACK
He has the belt of Jnr Jack
Now he’s turned to jumping Jack
He is black, y called jack?
To be played, like black jack.
African car, damn high jacked
And to live?
The need is strong.
To raise my eyes?
The will is strong.
To see the air give to earth
The dreams I have
Before my death.

Social asteroids

I have gone mad, I have gone mad
Said the fat man sitting on the high chair
Nothing polite about politics
Maybe police are just poor lice
With poor sight and the law is out of sight
Blame who?
Not you. But my self for sleeping still in an active dream
Material matters
In a material world,
So don’t look for
Love in a fashion world
You’ll get stitched in scars
Yap call me a pessimist
I thought I loved pessy
But damn I missed.
I woke up with bleeding
Hearts in box,
Here is my valentine.
The poets look at me
Like what the hell is he writing?
Look at the papers,
What the hell are they flighting?
We are waking up strangers to our news
Sniffing noses from constructed flues
In our own world, all of a sudden we have no clue
Bang, bang bang
Hit, hit, hit
Mad, mad, mad
Society hit by asteroids
Do I smell androids?
Electronic idiots
Ignorant to mutuality and feeling
But constructed to place order
He is the father, man is the son
It his universe, it’s his sun
That’s the order.