Poetry: In Memory of Libya Again!

I’ve heard stories that churned my insides Of poverty, war, lips and limbs maimed Of a city where a head had a price The sun and moon set not for the wise Sky, covered in red, green and black...

Come, follow me

From day I held you with my eyes, You coaxed my emotions to thirst Calmly spoken words from your waist, I knew I was done, you’re the one. Every man to a missing rib, Waited a thousand years...

One last experience

Be free, live free! It’s time to sow my final oats Do crazy stuff like cruise on boats Live single before I double One more chance to a cause a rubble Before the world I unravel Through wonders...

Teach your thoughts

Wreck chord Too many times I attempted, To break the bridging gap that stood, Between my sound mind and my head, But, something I misunderstood. To train my thoughts I need a gear, A pause, stop...

These Bandages

Be as i am. Here’s how i came to be a part Of what i dint intend to start. When the gift bag was brought to me, It was specified vividly: “Use only for pain in the head” It was bold...

Water and Water

Water: death and life Does the water quench out your thirst? Or does it try to drown you first? In the water is my reflection Making the sun a deflection. I love how it drips from the sky On days...

My Stretch Level

When the rainbow begin to sweatIs how I know I’ve reached the sky,I become bounded by the lie.I am a drop against the ocean set.My complains have a tongue of their ownthey melt my heart and every...

How to grow

This one thing i’d never do: To say that i’m sorry to you. It’s just what i believe in The tracks won’t forget the train Even if the rusts remain To many, we would choose to...

Many of its kind

Leonell Uganda Kampala, pearl of Africa Kagame Paul, paper paint of a prancing porcupine When October 9th began to listen in 1962 Singapore Ambitious, a breed of bull and panda Kind Kaiju’s...

Resolutions that didn’t follow me

i. I really can’t remember you don’t see this as a misconstrue ii. Flipping pages everyday that thing I never just did, then I flipped boo’s leg and lid. iii. Submitting words in pages that preach...