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Cold Fireplace

I see them rodents gnawing at my toenails
They have eaten everything
The granaries are dry
The fruit basket is empty
And the fireplace has gotten cold

Women have taken to silence
Their territories invaded
They gave them cooking pots
But stole everything to be cooked
They give by the day
They steal them by night

I see their flawed system
Of suppression and oppression
Our sweat nourish their bellies
While we chew at their empty promises
We aren’t men enough to pay rent
We aren’t men enough to pay school fees
So our kids we groom
To work in their plantations

It is slavery
Woven in peals of false brotherhood
White man criminalized blacks for skin color
Now it’s black killing black with hunger
In this food chain everything is flawed
The arrow no longer points at the eater
But still, the prey takes blame for being prey!
Such is the story of my country

Zion Awaits your arrival

Dearest move with me
Don’t let my long strides
Leave you behind
Walk much faster dear
This place isn’t home
It has vampires and vermin
Baying for your blood
The vampires slither
Smoothly in darkness
Their fangs out
Walk dear, walk on

The rain will be here
Look at the sky
The dark clouds hang
Ready to spew on us
Everything is against us
No friends
No family
Nature hurls its storms at us
Just cling dear
Cling onto my scarf dear
It throttles me but hang on
It’s a small price I pay

Now move, your feet blistered
Ankles failing
Don’t give in
We’ll heal in our safe haven
Your mouth trembles
Don’t speak
Just move
For Zion isn’t for the weak
Let’s get to Zion
Let’s get to Zion
For glory awaits you there

Death is late

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I will write a letter and toss it in the wind
Or strip your hammock and toss in the river
I might be dead when they reach you
Nothing has changed
Yet nothing has remained the same
The gods have been vexed
All this time they’ve held rain

Grass still grows
Watered by endless flow of blood
The valley has changed its appeal
The shades we once rested under
Now home rotting humans
And vultures feast
The freedom fighters have fought the system
Then rebelled against their prior motives
They kill anything in human gait

But still….
The government lives
Not counting the ones lost
They fly outside to drink and dine
Because this nation is rotten
Their appetite might wane

When they took you, bro,
I couldn’t fight them
That’s cowardice I know
But death isn’t for the brave either

Bro, this nation is rich
You could have seen their arsenal
Yet, war isn’t cheap
Neither is peace affordable

Remember the cave we hid in?
They blew it up
Hundreds died in there
And smoke and dust soared high
As the blast drowned
Their shouts of victory

My turn is coming
I’ve dreamt about it with eyes open
I saw its end…
Somewhere in a vultures poop
I’m still lying here in wait
I know the bullets won’t reach me in time
This hunger, cold and fear won’t wait

We’ll overcome

I have watched your face cringe
At the sight of me
I have heard you say you hate me
The nights have refused to go
Darkness blankets our lives
Suffocating us
In the depths of its palms
So all we do is fight,
Fighting ourselves
Because we’re too frightened
To step outside and face our tragedy

I have watched your doubts grow
Fuelled by absence of affection
In words I say
The black soot of doom
Encapsulated the promises I made
I couldn’t keep them anymore

We’ve morphed into new beings
Oblivious of what love means
Can’t we coexist even in hate?
This bull-matador affair
We’ll leave us bruised

I want to touch a part of you
The scariest parts you’ve always
Concealed with a fake smile
I want to feel them
These parts you’ve never introduced me to
They might as well love the stranger

My dear, can’t we stop worrying?
Whatever happens
Or fails to happen
We belong to us
We can weather the storm
And still be warm with love
There are still parts of me that ache
From prickles in every word you said
But, I still believe
That …
Miracles are wrapped in darkness

Save your Love

They say that internal beauty
Is all that matters,
But the eyes are the windows
Through which they
See all the glamour within you

I looked at yours
I saw malice
There was an edge
Of murderous intent
Claws
Fangs
Poised to strike
To wound
To kill
For earthly fame
Dominance
And wealth
Who takes killers for spouses?
Save your love
For him

Finding Myself

Open the curtains let the light in
Illuminate the dark corners
Let me find myself
Night stripped me of my identity
My soul hovers
The closets have constricted

There’s a pain in my eyes
Objects swirl before me
Threatening to plunge
Deep, deep, deeper
Into the void within

Emptiness is filled
With suicidal catalysts

Evil Possessed Bone Frame

Sometimes I feel like the devil and all his relatives are having a vacation in my house  and chose my bone cavities as the perfect place to play their hit and hide games.

In these mornings, I shower in the coldness of my faith , self-medicate with doses of self-loathe and hospitalize on a bed of charred bible pages.

The eagerness of leaving this place becomes my only courage, but ‘to where’? Well, anyplace is more home than this evil inhabited bone frame.

Scathed

I detoured,
I changed paths
but still I ended up
at the very destination
I was evading

The more you repel
the greater the attraction
The more you indulge
The deeper the void
These days, my soul
swoons in the gloom
as belief slithers away
I’m losing vital parts of me
And growing parts I hate to have
My eyes are heavily smudged
with despondency
Nights overstay
Days are painful hues of red
Something is scathed inside
Could be hope
could be faith
could be discipline
As it bleeds
It rots and burns my belly
Till hell is poked inside me
flickers rise, sparks violence
then razor edges stained
They’ll rust
as my cuts heal
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll not need to cut

Evil visits Downtown

gothic-paintingThe weeping winds in tumultuous sleep
Ravaged the land
Lifting cats off couches
Plunged them head first in trash cans

Lost souls erecting road signs
For their kin
The whole land in haze
As darkness deluged reality
A world floated in a supernova
Of deadly threats and wailing women

They had come for theirs
Dried skulls scavenging for flesh
As skeletal closets shivered in a corner
It was a coup of sort
As they took what is theirs

It all seemed a horror film
But, there was a girl chained
To the giant boneyard cottage
Eyes empty into space
A chant and a prayer dosage
Before her last breath
And the night was hell

I’m glad I woke up
Albeit bathed in sweat!

I’ll Let Go

One day I’ll master enough strength
To spell your absence
And live with the reality
in print

I’ll mask the heart you’ve hurt
This stupid heart that yearns
And aches for the gentleness of your words

Words that would weave an insult into berries
And serve them as thanks
For the travails I put you through