BULLET TO THE HEAD

When it’s time to kill , aim for my head Ignore their tales, do the needful. Let it be known and be sang Days from now , years to come… “Knotted ropes got old Hungry grounds defiled home...

Are You Beautiful Yet?

Growing up in the hills of the Sub Saharan Your lips are pieced with hot iron The trunk of your legs Molded from youth in the shape of a pestle The ears are pierced so big beads Colourful in all its...

Poets with Superpowers

When it comes to poets i adore I ignore the many i’d want Like Wilde, Kipling, Cicero, Did not want more of Keats’- Knot of vain beauty. Hounded down by Blake’s feats Against...

Friday Night Lights

Friday nights for fun fever Eyes glazed with the craze to come Time to unburden thyself Find the emotions to strum There are ballers without balls, The occasional bad boys, And those draped in misery...

CONFESSION ROOM

Like the gatherings of depraved minds Juggling for supremacy of sins Raising hands of racing minds My sin is better than yours I confess not confessing to guilt Of the things I did right I confess...

To Critics and Observers

I ran away From stray bullets and flying arrows To the secret place Reserved for angels and me The saints watched Eyes,ears, and tongues painted paintings But they watched unaffected I love you...