WHEN A TIME COMES FOR ME TO WRITE

When that time comes for me to write I’ll write that piece that appeals my heart And never, I’ll not listen to them Or pay attention to self-made gods Literary high priests With their reams and kilobytes Prescribing and pontificating Telling us what to write And even how to write it When that times comes… Continue reading WHEN A TIME COMES FOR ME TO WRITE

WORDS SO SWEET

I want to write words So sweet that, sorrows, it turns With blissful lines of life Causing mass laughter, clearing frown lines Descriptions so deep Taking you to world so rich Bringing to your saddened heart Pleasant imaginations from art But now of this I’m incapable I can only dream I was able Written by:… Continue reading WORDS SO SWEET

THE FAMISHED POET

A poet without words, lost in his own world Lonely, without company nor thoughts His mind, a cemetery bare of words Crumpled papers Ink baked, dried and caked Circles and uneven lines: a picture of a barren mind Saxophones and smooth guitar strings A curtained world, serene and quiet A thousand candles, a search for… Continue reading THE FAMISHED POET

THE LAST QUEST (an excerpt, by Davids Ezimako)

We are Nomads, the Ulysses of these spheres. To slay, to win, to leap through undying flames; That occupy our hourly cares. But nature only makes us fledglings first. And to glide in the sky we must first learn to fly And know not to fear the tumble when we try For many things are… Continue reading THE LAST QUEST (an excerpt, by Davids Ezimako)