Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Long Wait...

Has anyone ever been to that kind of sombre spot where you want badly to do something;( in this case write) yet you're afraid of the words that may unfold and the import of these words on others and maybe on you?
Like I am afraid of the truth in the words begging release from my overwrought mind via a talkative keyboard; what this truth holds for me, for others.
Ever wondered why at some point, you can't get out of this rut? At the same time you want so much to overcome and possibly outgrow this phase?  
I'm there, right now!
Whatever this thing is called, I've got it BAD!
I'm waiting... for release, for the right words, the right time (is there such a thing?). When it comes, I'll be at the right place- in front of my keyboard, fingers poised to strike nonstop till this drag is purged from my system! IQ

Thursday, 23 June 2011

Say My Name

                                      SAY MY NAME
Say my name
In soft monotones
Each syllable, a symbol of your rapturous yearning
Linger on the sweetness,
Savour the softness of the embodiment of me

Whisper to me your dreams
In the complete trust of a true friend
Let me harness them to fruition
Incubate the seeds to fruit

Say my name
Be ensnared,
By the mystique of my fiery calm
Tearing down the icy fa├žade
Erected by times tender torture

Unlearn pain,
Unlock the hearth of your emotions
With my key of serenity
That I may discover sweetness
Entombed in eons of fear

Speak my name,
Watch mystery dissolve in flames of awakening
Navigate uncharted waters of affection
And become what you yearn

Envelop me in forever’s embrace
Watch us smoulder in completion
Steady, resolute like the Iroko
In the face of a storm

Say my name
With the pleasure of beans puree
Wrapped in moin-moin leaves,
I melt in your embrace as
Your drown in the depth of my eyes

Say my name
In violent currents,
Each staccato syllable,
A testimony of passion’s triumph

Lose yourself in fantasy’s zenith
That I alone may find you

Say my name….
Over and over                                                                                     


Tuesday, 21 June 2011

My mind is peopled by Memories


My mind is peopled by memories
Of fading intentions and tame resolves
Of dark cravings and vagabond thoughts
Glimpses of a time spent and sorely missed
Vanity takes flight at reality’s cold embrace

My memory is peopled by shadows
Lurking behind each unwritten verse
Beneath every unsung melody
An incessant weighing down
Of broken monodies and unlived dreams

My memory is peopled by a story
Itching to be told
Scratch a little
And watch words ignite rage
As tales weave a bonfire of revelations

My memory is
A ripe boil begging release
Through each word
Prick a little and watch puss ooze

A song in various crescendos
Finding harmony in life's discord
These are the many faces of my past