Laying dead Frozen solid Muscles stiffened Can’t move Death is stuck in this person An emotionless jar Mere dust His soul cast out Silent heart Darkness roams inside Ceased burst of life His eyes have got a story to tell It’s not a strange tale For many are landlords in the cemetery Sent packing from… Continue reading SOUL JAR
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SCENTED SHADOWS
I. Nervous hour a foiled track scented shadows loosen grim swell on the patch, where a hope has taken shelter page-turners in dissension hang dreams in mellowed wrench. These yawns tear out the frazzled lips defy hearts to the hive of fear so they may taste none from within. Before harmattan glance through an alarm… Continue reading SCENTED SHADOWS
UNTITLED
Where we were once bound… When love we claimed to have found. What then is this heavy shackle? We used to drink from heaven’s pond! Did we indeed trade freedom for slavery? Did we to drunk gods sell our souls in a hurry? Does love come, hiding a poisoned dart? Does it weaken the mind… Continue reading UNTITLED
MUSINGS OF A WANDERING SOUL
She recalls the familiar tune of happy days and nights past. She was once innocent and carefree and would never worry about the morrow. The world was her oyster, the sky was not a limit, it was a stepping stone! She was untouchable; she was passionate and full of life. She could take on the… Continue reading MUSINGS OF A WANDERING SOUL
PASS ME NOT
Weary my mind and soul seem, ‘Only on you I can lean’. Whilst others thou art calling, Pass me not by- Cadavers litter my environs, Awaiting vultures’ hovering. Whilst others thou art calling, Pass me not by- Crevice, crevasse and crests I have sought for thee. Whilst others thou art calling, Pass me not by-… Continue reading PASS ME NOT
THE PASSION THAT BLEEDS
Until you hear the Scotsman play the bagpipes in the early morning mist of the Scottish highlands, you have heard nothing. Until you hear the Irish maiden sing ”O Danny Boy” on the lush green fields of the Emerald Isle, you know nothing. Until you hear the Welshman sing ”Men of Harlech” in the beautiful… Continue reading THE PASSION THAT BLEEDS
DARK NIGHT
In my search for the day I am lost in the night Darkness overtakes my sight I’m blind to the dark night Night becomes the only day I sight Probably what I need is not a day Maybe it’s just light To guide me through the night But how do I know it’s the light… Continue reading DARK NIGHT
THIS THING ON MY CHEST
”Interpret not my words with the color of your minds” Shock! plastered all over the pages of the morning papers, a dilemma of occult, fine black pop-star encrypted in white skin, misappropriated identity, a direct consequation, the secret hid for years is found, that underneath this clean, white paper of mine, lies a thick lake… Continue reading THIS THING ON MY CHEST
THE MASSES’ PLEA
I keep wondering Whenever I look around me Is guilt is heavy on their mind? The rich have cornered the sweetest part Deceiving us with their holy lies Putting the masses in a place of hardship Where they cannot afford smiles! I keep on asking For the wind of change Because the joy of the… Continue reading THE MASSES’ PLEA
CRY FOR HELP
I’ve lost the will to fight, I need help to see the light. My being feels so light, I need my wrongs to right. Who would sing me a song? To whom will my soul belong? Written by: Obinna Omotayo Jones Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson