AGONY

Life in the eyes, the heart and the mind of a Poet.

AGONY

Nightmares dominates my night, and darkness my day

As you are not with me, here to stay or here to pray

Thoughts of you always stir me, the skies to stare

When in my cries you cannot spare a hand of care.

Goose pimples reign as cold runs through my spine

Each time you’re horribly whisked away with’ a wine

And left alone with foes, no friend with you to share

Memories and bounties that life  nurtures in our welfare.

Ah! Ah!! Ah!!! The cry reigned and I stooped and looked:

The agony of pains linger on, in silent shadows hooked

As I watched you, limp and roll in rags of eerie misery

In pain provoking agony, that leaves me on prowl leery.

YOUR BEST DAY

Life in the eyes, the heart and the mind of a Poet.

To my friend, my brother, fellow poet and philosopher, JOSHUA MIMANA; this piece is dedicated as he celebrates his birthday today. Happy birthday, my brother.

YOUR BEST DAY

Your best day is the day of your birth

When life has come out from womb of death

And the sun begins the measure of time

In the course of moving through the clime


Love, this is your best day

When you’ve got an improved pay

Without kneeling before Grace to pray

In the speed of the flashing ray


Rejoice, oh Love, without worries of pain

And bath away failures in the showers of rain

From the heart of heaven, and heart of men

Who have come to chorus prayers in your pen

YOU

Life in the eyes, the heart and the mind of a Poet.

How pleasant the feeling is

When you know

Someone likes you

Someone needs you

Someone feels you

But how pleasurable the joy is

When you know

Someone loves you

And cares for you

How beautiful the feeling is

When you know

Someone works for you

Someone prays for you

Someone fights for you

But how amazing the wonder is

When you know

The earth supports you

And cares for you

How splendid the splendor is

When you know

Someone needs Grace

Someone needs Peace

Someone needs Truth

And how thrilling the joy is

When you know

The brilliant sun in you

And shines its light outside you

How dark the darkness is

When you know

Someone needs your light

Someone needs your clutch

Someone needs your water

And how saddest the evil is

When you know

The sun is shielded by you

And the water is withheld by you

ALL FOR ONE

Life in the eyes, the heart and the mind of a Poet.

ALL FOR ONE 

Just for one

Who has become

A hermit for his cause

A warrior for his faith

An inspiration for the faithful

The land is laid waste, all for one.

Washington has placed

A premium price on his head

As the most dangerous man on earth

Who in his solo prayers has killed thousands

In a day, than they have done in weeks

And all for one

They prowled and lurked in endless siege

Of mountain ranges and desert vast

For over a decade, they searched for his head

And when they got the god at last

They laboured for DNA test

To confirm his mortality

Before his burial among the fishes of the ocean.

What of the human factors,

The gold and time that the effort

Has consumed while the hunting lasted?

Does the noise of his death match the waste

Invested in terror hunt of the feared outlaw?

The victory acclaimed is vanquish

Vanquish a victory; all for one.

NOT AT MY HOME II

NOT AT MY HOME II

Let their tears rain at the markets,

Their rage at the pens,

But, not at my home

For they strive to fill their pockets

With bloods flowing from the dens.

Let their tears rain at the shrines,

Their sorrows at the fields,

But, not at my home

For their tears are as salty as brines

Their labours as deserts without yields.

Let their tears rain at the forests.

Their woes at the squares,

But, not at my home

For they have awakened the tempests

And bring the cultures out of squares.

Let their tears rain at the deserts,

Their cries at the lakes,

But, not at my home

For they’ve deformed nature with inserts

And drain blood to bake cakes.

SOME PEOPLE

Some people make me happy

When they come

Some make me happy

When they stay

And some make me happy

When they go

Yet some make no difference

Whether they come, stay or go

Some people make me sad

When they come

Some make me sad

When they stay

And some make me sad

When they go

Yet some make no difference

Whether they come, stay or go

Some people raise my hope

When they come

Some raise my hope

When they stay

And some raise my hope

When they go

Yet some make no difference

Whether they come, stay or go

Some people open my eyes

When they come

Some open my eyes

When they stay

And some open my eyes

When they go

Yet some make no difference

Whether they come, stay or go

Some people let my stream flow

When they come

Some let my stream flow

When they stay

And some let my stream flow

When they go

Yet some make no difference

Whether they come, stay or go

Some people feel my warmth

When they come

Some feel my warmth

When they stay

And some feel my warmth

When they go

Yet some feel no difference

Whether they come, stay or go

Some people are enriched

When they come

Some are enriched

When they stay

And some are enriched

When they go

Yet some have status unchanged

Whether they come, stay or go

MY ONLY SOPHIA

Through the window of my hovel

In the vista of the eastern horizon

I beheld the radiant of your look

A look, as charming as the beauty of Venus

A look, as bright as the brightness of the Moon

A look, as penetrating as the gaze of the Sun

For you, and you alone

I have floated on air

As a cloud of the firmament

For you, and you alone

I have flown round the orb

With the wings of an eagle and the eyes of Horus

In swiftness of the swift, and speed of the lightning

Singing in my heart, the songs of the Nightingales

Just for you, Sophia, and you alone.

The long and wide rivers, I have crossed

The vast and deep oceans, I have swum

The hot and waste deserts, I have traversed

The huge and high mountains, I have scaled

For you, and you alone

I have been baptized in the seas of Neptune

For you, and you alone

I have walked through the fiery sphere of Aten

For you, and you alone

I have shattered the gates of Pluto

I have maimed the keepers of the gates

And slain the gods of the underworlds

For you, and you alone

The elements have obeyed my commands

The divinities have come to my assistance

The principles have worked for my pleasures

The nature has released its benevolent cares

The sharks have not hurt me

The storms have not deterred me

The beasts have not scared

For Sophia, my beloved Sophia

On beckoning, has revealed herself to me

In all her resplendent beauty

That my eyes could behold

In all her charming love

That my heart could feel

In all her pristine wisdom

That my mind could conceive

In all her glaring perfection

That my soul could perceive

And awake!

Awake!!

Awake!!!

My soul, awakened from sleep

Longs for his spouse, Sophia

My soul, awakened from sleep

Longs to take her home

My soul, awakened from sleep

Longs to build her a temple

Within the palace of my castle

The temple that in splendour

Will surpass the landmarks of the ancients

The temple that in splendour

Will neither be described by the science of

Pythagoras, Leibnitz and Newton

Nor by the arts of Thoth, Hermes, and Plato

The temple that in splendour

Will only be matched by the beauty of Sophia

My only Sophia, the Queen of my life.