I fear that I am afraid of me I’m my heavy sighs and my fastest pants I’m afraid I don’t know me And can’t come to know all of me. To me, I am book without cover. Pages without numbers Chapters without titles. I am afraid that this time darkness covers light Each time I […]

If God is alive, and He is I’m alive in full My sin forgiven There is a crown of salvation Waiting for me On the other side of the divide Walahi, all my foes are defeated Everything I do here According to His will, is a success God is always and forever alive. Bose

I traded my ant for pies shared at the counsel meeting She is now used to site examples of men who place their heads on an alter because they have bean hurt LARDO

grate is the lord. when we call, he’ll here us whether in silence or allowed four he is God and forever shall bee. leonell echa

My default setting has a floor It runs in my jeans It runs in the flower I was baked with Yes, the colour blew represents me Represents how my heal is married to earth The dear that pants for living water Broke the bored of this living spring LARDO

accept yourself my friend, except you’re not you. too fast? put a brake, too hard? take break. jail or cell? bargain and sell. you don’t die from colour icing, you dye inside. a cent for your touch, and a penny for your scent. Younglan Talyoung

There’s a filter in the air A chill that scares heat A humming whisper That the waters are here From bleeding skies It creeps in like a thought Leads the restless to bliss Or concocting disasters Some come back to hunt Nine months after The scent of rain juggles Capsules of memories It knocks on […]

I’m aware that I’m free I should not think twice writing about it just means I’m thinking twice I’m aware that even chained hands are allowed to crack knuckles and hold a book or a spoon I’m aware that freedom has faced too many dialectics, the synthesis keeps going in circles LARDO

I wink at the festival ground, you smile in return, my fringes on your shoulder, in your hair, I get your number in return- flirting with disaster is the most thrilling game to play. “Yanga dey sleep, trouble come wake am,” a text, a reply, a few tips from Abdul and Ola and the alchemy […]

return home, to the place of fallen flowers and budding fruits. say ‘no’ no more, you too can hold death in your quiver. your skin dries and cracks like the bottom of the lake when all the water is gone- you’re clay, but to light you shall return becoming both particle and wave. to call […]