If walls had eyes and ears

They offer confinement to many activities,

Many shady businesses are done here,

Many evil is done here,

Also Benedictus is done here,

If only walls had eyes and ears.

Its where the devil directs people to sin,

It’s where Jesus appeared and told the disciples to preach the gospel,

It’s where post-election violence was planned,

It’s where reconciliation was found,

It’s where slavery was planned,

It’s where freedom was found,

It’s where the dead are kept,

It’s where babies are born too.

If walls had eyes and ears,

How much could they have seen and heard?

A mouth would be a blessing to add to it,

In search of truth we would seek it,

Some bitter some relieving,

There would be no need for witnesses,

The wall would tell it all.

Can't Let go

She walks just past me,

She leaves me trembling down to my knee,

I could tell she held my hearts key,

She did flood me with feelings unexplained like a rogue sea.

My eyeball moved with the motion of her hips,

The way I had held them as I kissed her lips,

The perfect curves I had seen every time she strips,

Whenever she stood at the path of the sun rays she’d form an eclipse.

A while ago we had a serious argument,

This was our first and it was quite turbulent,

She even threatened me with some divorce document,

Saying she will leave me permanent.

This wasn’t fair,

Everyone knew we were a perfect pair,

I knew without her it was a nightmare,

The kind of dream that I wouldn’t want to be there.

Her back will not be what I see last,

I run towards her fast,

I kiss her out of her worst,

With every cell of my body I knew this was past.

Ball, Ball & Woody

Stuck inside this pants,

Unable to get air that I want,

Squeezed by the manly thighs,

I choke but mostly I get high,

At least am never alone,

My somehow identical friend empathizes with me,

He is held a distant lower near the knee,

He says his name is Ball,

Guess what I’m Ball too,

Our population is only two,

Our other friends live inside the body,

We are left outside me, Ball and woody,

Woody works in the slippery of places,

He says he likes the tightest of spaces,

We help each other though he doesn’t ever invite us inside,

With his message to come we’ve always replied,

Only for him to snob us thereafter,

With his seizure like laughter,

I & ball think we are just being used,

I think we are sometimes abused,

We are looking for new friends like the liver,

Maybe the heart I hear he is loyal,

To make us feel loved and royal,

For now we wait for our invitation within.

The Capital

I walk in this congested streets,
Confused and out of wits,
All I see is women with beautiful tits,
Not only that, see their beautiful naked legs & feets.

She walks past me with a tight short skirt,
I can tell she looks sexy & smart,
Another let the clothes hug her body fat,
She looks like she has several butts.

I bump into someone and fall,
Its like I've hit a wall,
He walks away without guilt as he picks his call,
I collect myself wishing he'd next hit a pole.

I continue walking among this population,
Crippled with the Western mutation,
Anything just to get attention,
Only to feel they belong as their intention.

Mesmerized by the so many 'ladies' dressing near nude,
With sagged pants from the dudes,
In my village this would look rude,
A proper long dress & well fit & worn pants would always be good for the mood.

My first day in a big town,
Among the great with known nouns,
Soon I'll have adjusted to all that wow,
As the city swallows me at least not now.

Death of a Night Knight

The night knight, donned in the clanging shielding armour,
on his dark horse, the symbol of death he rides on,
with a sword the size of his rib, the smallest but mightiest in his unit.

He comes with the hush of the evening breeze,
with courageous smiles and pride, mind you it may be his very last,
but care and worry are the last he may think of,
the night knight.

He takes in a deep breath, as his eyes take in the sight of the loot,
he intends to make riches out of the would-be captives,
now resting on their hard beds, their peace uninterrupted.

He is assured of victory, and robbing thousands of necks of their heads,
He relies on the war cries of his men, the outer source of his strength,
his mind is full of the praises and women back home,
the prize for his result, an outstanding victory.

He stands his guard, but he sees not the poisoned arrow,
straight from the tree he passed by, to the joint of his neck,
He falls from the dark horse, the symbol of death itself,
down to the ground, which awaits to swallow him,
he draws his very last breath from the breeze,
the very breeze that gave him a false promise,
a promise of victory.

The death of a night knight.

Be Clear

I’m sleeping by your side,

Its dark and you are not out of sight,

I can’t explain what in my soul you provide,

I’m sure it won’t end tonight.

Both naked,

With the wild feelings that’s invaded,

It’s long that we waited,

We are here by ourselves isolated.

I move my hand on top of your curvy warm naked body,

I can feel you like the way I do it fondly,

Perfect and mastered art that’s not shoddy,

Besides you I will always be calmly.

You whisper into my ear,

“Don’t stop dear,”

I’m never stopping to be sincere,

Maybe it’s the love making that has taken hostage of your every thought cohere,

After this please be clear.

The Merge of Lips

Once again she turned,
she looked at me with those eyes,
eyes that owned the grip to my heart,
a grip that never hurt.

She stretched her hand,
her short smooth hand,
an even shade of dark chocolate.

She opened her lips,
That door to a white set of teeth,
With a tongue that gives me pleasure.

She opened them wider,
made an invisible shade to her eyes,
she held me seductively, then came her kiss.
and I melted, only that my body remained,
I got carried away to the moon
, only my feet remained,
I felt it, what just she makes me feel;
Love.

Words of a Poet

Words of a poet,
flowing through a winding valley,
are like the waters of the river,
straight from the source.
clear, from the start, crystal clear;
clean, devoid of any filth.
The words of a poet.

They flow from the source,
never to come back.
through silent cracks, 
foaming over rocks,
Getting dirty with each mile.
Like the Nile so great, they divide,
some red, some blue, others muddy.

Peasants find their pleasure in the waters,
together with their faithful flocks.
they quench their thirst in the dirt,
the dirt from the same waters 
once so clean and worshipped.

The words reach their end of journey,
the mouth of a speaker,
To the ears of the hearers.

Naked of the cleanliness it wore,
but the poet never tires,
he spits and spits.
the words of the poet; the unending waters.

My dark country

The beauty of the sun set is deceiving,

Once gone darkness conceiving,

Unfair contrast we keep receiving,

I’d rather after sunset then sun rise without darkness.

On my way back home,

I walk fast alone,

The sunset now gone,

In the dark I’ll be by my own.

I live at the end of this tunnel,

It’s longer than the neck of a camel,

A country called Babel,

Darker than the tunnel and the night combined.

I stand facing the tunnel before I make a step in,

I stand to face evil within this tunnel,

I may not reach the end of it,

If I do I will not dust off my feet.

There stand more serious challenges in the light,

My country needs more of the night,

For our leaders to continue to be right,

Feeling their absence yet out of sight,

Like a vampire they just need every bite.