Felisha
She makes feel high like am on shisha,
Her malificent eyes like those of a weevil desperately looking for it’s new borns,
Her fragrant skin dictates it allergical response to Geisha,
Like Arragon, she doesn’t jump with common spirits,
The sadness she preserves for the rodents,
Felisha is so unlike mummies coz her tits produce honey,
You won’t need an oven for winter coz Felisha’s hotness ceases the need,
And in calmness she lets you take the lead,
My brain tickles like it’s full of litter every time I think about Felisha😍.
Denise
Denise
She makes me feel like a prince
Her lyrical voice which can break a wire
And her presence that makes nature move like strings of a broken lyre
In my minds prevails the peace
When the tales I listen to are of Denise
The love that I thought was lust
Now dictates that its a must
In her absence I weep
Like a kitten that has lost its milk to a place that is deep
Bring me she and gratitude shall befall thee.
Dream
It’s a dark thrush
The sky is Spectre grey
My hysteria is mixed with the pandemonium of the Nightingale.
Eulogizing the Lord for the thickness of the Greenland
The trees are like strings of a broken guitar
My anxiety is now escalating
A ferocious beast is now advancing to my territory
It’s bloodthirsty is more than the avarice of Leopold of Belgium
It’s warlike gaze makes my heart palpitate voilently
Only to be awaken by the smooth chords of the Eurasian blackcap
~Davis Mpuuga~
Farewell
Why do I have,
To say this again,
An awful sentence,
To everyone I love.
I am exhausted of altering it,
Is this what they call life?
Where is the well in farewell?
I see it not, only emptiness.
I feel like stopping time,
Every time I have to say it,
Whenever I must let go,
Of yet another piece of me.
Everything changes in time,
While it’s far from us,
I have lost my heart to farewell phobia,
due to these unpredictable changes.
I have lost a war I against it,
I have lost spirit to rage on.
What is brought by its presence,
It’s a feeling of contempt for it.
Is the time I say farewell,
To everything I cherish, desire and love,
For life keeps on taking what I hold dear.
Leaving all that keeps me awake at night.
~Unspoken Cites
Life
Life can be unpredictable
It changes with passage of time
It’s ironical that thinking about happy
moments leave us teary eyed
And it brings a smile thinking
we’re over ‘crying.
Sunshine seems joyful
Only after stormy nights,
You can lose your fear of falling,
Only if you’ve been at heights.
You can know what happiness is ,
Only if you’ve been sad,
You’ll appreciate the good times ,
If you’ve also seen the bad.
PEACE
The soldier, navy, marines and victims from war,
Say those who do not know Pain,
Shall never understand true peace.
They say it is achieved through bloodshed and sacrifice.
Those who have only seen the darkness in life,
Say peace is a fantasy this world shall never see.
As long as we are cursed to live in a hateful world.
The cycle of hatred shall never end.
Those who believe in a god,
Say only their lord can bring peace,
They say believe and follow in the teachings of the son of god,
Then you shall find peace in this temporary world.
Do you believe in the peace these factions speak of?
Which is truer than the others?
Is it up to one human or everyone?
How can humans trust and believe,
in each other in this hurtful world?
I believe that true peace,
Can be achieved through understanding and working together,
To eliminate the boundaries, criticism and hatred we have for each other,
For war is only a conflict of interest and misunderstanding.
~samuel Mothapo
Her!!
A bottle of red wine moved
her along, as she wrote,
I feel too much, again and again.
Her cloud pale eyelids falling on dream dimmed eyes.
She saw shapes of memory
standing solid in an empty doorway.
The old women were gone.
Staring the waxy smoke appearing
from the candles,
after being capped with the brass bell
at the end of the snuffer.
She could smell them, the odor of candles.
She could smell, grief;
being measured by counted darkness.
A Lonely Darkness I heard a loud silence, screaming in my head. As if it going to blow away my mind and keep me die instead. I shout loud to keep myself free away from the demon, Because I am the only one his treason. I make myself fall into the deep and dark cliff, And exhale my breath of my relief. For years I keep hiding myself from the lonely darkness, But little did I know, I’ve gone into the phase of the the demon of sadness.
Void
Cold, numb, pale
Silence weavered within him
He started counting
trying hard to keep his gaze alive.
Empty words.
Blunt voids.
All of it.
The cool zephyr blowed
caressing his skin
but neither did it felt spring
nor the indication of a harsh monsoon arrival.
Rather a slow syncing sunset of a dead evening
And few sobbing goodbyes, some fake and some sincere.
For the first time, they pleaded him to speak.
After all the denied speech of his scorched throat.
He breathed out the terror
too profound for words
Realizing he was done, he is alive
but dead for the world
for anyone who ever cared.
He is laid in a casket
put down under the ground
with only darkness around him
but that isn’t something new
He was long gone even before they
laid the shroud upon him,
and the only diffrence now is,
I see him being included in prayers
of those whose love never reached him as a whole.
Death
Death is not lazy to you cause of your sceptre and crown
Death is not lazy to you cause of your sceptre and crown,
later it invites you to it’s home to treat you better with lose and lone.
Your clothes shall washed by the hands of ache,
and your mouth shall relish the sorely baked cake.
Your realm will not be forgotten but reserved to an another king,
Your death could not bother nor make any impact to an another thing.
It’s you who have been lost and you who have been forsaken,
nevertheless nothing could ever have been ever taken.
The earthly state sent you to an another senate of numbness,
that doesn’t mean it makes everything slumberless.
The concubines and the things you had conquered once
seems to be conquered latter by your sons.
And the badge of royalty and status you had achieved once
now rest in peace at your casket to let other your remembrance.
by Ali Seyyid
Poetry of an Introvert 