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.