SOUL RHYTHMZ

MELANCHOLIC BOB

2010-07-20T19:01:00.002+01:00

There he sits,

Melancholic Bob...

Biting his nails and chewing his brain...

Pulling on his one sleeve shirt till the only button falls off into the drain...

There he sits,

Melancholic Bob...

His emotions do the hurdle...

A 360 backflip and a single air paddle...

Landing in his heart with an ankle sprain

There he sits,

Melancholic Bob...

Lost within the bushes with a dead torch...

Too much noise in his silent thought...

Let's turn down the volume just a little more.

DANCING SILHOUETTE

2010-07-20T18:26:00.000+01:00

In the camping tent, a light has shown

In it, a silhouette being dances on

Pirouetting and jumping like a frying prawn,

It has pranced towards me a little more

Its blackness, a befuddling seemliness

At this dawn when the moon is off her business,

And the skies watch on in ghostly silence...

Come on silhouette, come on

A beautiful dance; no song

A little light flicker; you are dead gone

Come on silhouette, come on

Too much puzzle for hungry Chris Guzzle

Show thy face!

Which are you, a clay moulding or a tricky trick for my dangling brains?

Give me one last dance!

Give me one last chance,

You block of black behind the tainted fence.

My thoughts are drenched in salty sweat...

Drowning my mind in its ocean

Now quietly on the ocean's floor sits I...

Dull eyes, loose tie, sick smile...

But there it is,

Silhouette teases me in that tent there.

ANGEL IN THE STORM

2010-04-19T16:19:00.003+01:00

When the storms blew,

It brought along my wishes and my dreams too...

It was hazy; difficult to see through...

Then she uttered words of clean clues...

I caught my floating dream,

An angel of golden gleam...

She is sweet nectar, creamy cream...

Prettier than the moon in silent stream...

Brighter than the stars in a reflecting screen.

In her i found joy,

Found the thing that heals my void...

She is you,

And you are her...

You are that angel i found in here...

The beautiful dream i caught in the air..

DEATH DIED BY MY BEDSIDE

2010-03-24T16:31:00.004+00:00

He rode in a golden rust coated chariot pulled by six shires,

And following were six brides.

He was beautiful, and his skin was shiny as the stars in autumn skies...

He wore a silver robe with well tucked golden hems...

A black cloak,

And on his side was hanging a clock.

Its seconds ticked backwards,

And on his back, was a bold red inscription; DEATH....

He had three legs.

Five steps away from his horses and chariot, he turned,

Facing the farm house where wobbly Bob sat...
He spat,

Then like a lighted torch, his eyes glowed

The earth rolled...

Creating a path where he strode.

The brides walked by his side,

Totally blocking my sight…

They carried in their hands bottles,

And in them were strange scented medicines...

Couldn’t believe, but I had just seen the world's nemesis...

He sat next to wobbly Bob,

Placed his walking stick on the greasy floor,

Lit a stick, took a puff, and gave off a feeble roar.

He was ill.

Death needed a pill.

His sixth bride sped off across the field

She broke the bottles and spilled the pill...

She dropped her ring that had a shield!

Exactly what Glowy Rose had when she died beneath the corn mill...

'twas her.

She wanted revenge...

The world needed a change...

Wobbly Bob wept for his late daughter again.

I climbed the milk bush to see a better screen...

Yay the life taker is wailing in pain-

Ooo my very dream!

Sick death doodled...

And it killed his cute black poodle.

Huh?

I spat out my indomie noodle.

He gasped for air,

Scratched his head and pulled his hair.

He coughed, coughed and tore his cloth

Death was dying and it was rough.

He felt the pain his victims did before...

Wanted to call 911 but what do i report?

It was way too late for death was already gone.

He died today in grandpa's home.

Gramps the Wobbly Bob jubilated, and i danced along.

Death died in my dream on that cold dawn.

Death died by my bed in grandpa's home.

LETTER FROM A SUPAMAHN

2010-03-24T16:26:00.000+00:00

Let my ink draw the key notes that my mind thinks;

And my tongue swell, with the songs that my soul bring,

And my lips explode with the songs of our soul rhythms,

And the air shake itself in utmost disbelief.

Let my lips traverse your tender pout;

And graze the lands around your nape proud.

Blending our breath in unison,

Let me fly into your head now

So I can hear what you desire in clear sound,

And not farrago.

That’s how far I go

So,

Let me slide to that soft reddish spot

I’ll penetrate and thrust deeper than you’ve ever thought

Truly,

Your heart is all I ever want.

You are far away,

But here I am; I’m never gone.

Let me caress you with my avocado oil words,

Turn you on with my single verse,

And carry you to the climax with its curves.

Let me hold you through these lines

And through the nights,

And let these words be your warmth;

Your winter cold’s demise.

Let me show you love beyond the arrow wielding boy’s might

Far from a wily wimp’s sight

Impregnate you with my emotions,

And let’s walk on love’s wavy ocean without fright.

SILENT NOTE

2010-03-19T17:40:00.000+00:00

In dusk dew, sitting beneath the willow,

On the empty meadow.

Staring at thick dust-covered glasses of farmhouse windows,

I spill my ink, and loose my quill,

In the sheath of hay covering the soft sweating field...

Beyond the layers of my hair and dark scalp,

There are million tissues, veins and warm blood...

And comfortably seated in its section is my still brain,

With its sharp edges cutting through my thoughts like steel blade.

I send a wordless whisper...

My happy-sad brain loudly speak in continues twitter,

That only I can hear,

But leaves its words on my black face, clear!

I feel the clement breeze sweep swiftly through the life around,

And watch the many blank white wings of my book flutter with sound,

My emotions grapple my thoughts,

Draging it fiercely through the corners of my head, like a grapnel...

No ink yet i scribble...

Words in a silent whistle...

An empty page and empty sheet,

Is what i returned with, when the sun hit my feet.

SILLY LAD

2010-03-19T17:36:00.000+00:00

Tryin tuh relax me head,
Cos silly lad got uh date wid wordz.
Whut do ah give her, uh glass o' wine or uh shiny beautiful verse?
Me head spinnin' en me heart skippin'
Cos silly lad got uh date wid wordz.

Ah stand in de middle'o me lil stuffy room
While de flickerin' flame o' de candle illuminates me mood,
Leavin' on de wall, de shadow o' me ink filled spoon.

Me messy bedbug bed
Or me 'oman's wooden table dere?

Ah got uh date wid wordz,
En she got me brains functionin' lak uh work-ox en a brood-sow.
Her beauty lak ah never saw...
O'Lawd en Massa Jesus, have mercy!
Or ah ain't gointuh do it no mo'
Cos wordz finna tilt me head towards de grave befo' morn.

Ah slide me dirdy pants under me bed wid dem empty coke cans.
Me lady almos' here buh ah'm hongry - mahn!
Ah kin stash in me pocket, a piece o'bread,
Who cares? - ah do mah own laundry.

Ah jus let her in...
Me lady of errday dream.
She fair...
Big booty en uh milky skin.
She lay on me bedbug bed
Buh gits no bite lak dem bedbugs dead.
She speaks in mah head...
En in me books, wid mah ink-filled spoon ah print her wordz.

Ah jus had uh date wid wordz,
En ah ain't served her no wine, buh a shiny beautiful verse.

BLACK MARY SLESSOR

2010-03-19T17:20:00.000+00:00

I am the black calabar land,

Ruled by a single hand-

My emotions...

I am torn apart by the presence of my heart and mind;

My abominable children,

Cursed by my gods so they bring me a bad omen...

They bore the cause of my suffering:

Confused thoughts and a broken heart they were offering.

I am the black Calabar land,

Sinking my progress in my own blood...

Killing myself with my own sword...

Lost beyond sheds of stereotype thoughts.

She came, spoke,

And she brought me hope...

Brought me vision from a different scope...

In a soft tone her words rose...

I embraced her 'God';

Companionship and love abound.

My black Mary Slessor...

Saved my Calabar land,

My children, and pulled me out from my very blood.

Her religion, i'm glad i've got...

WHO AM I?...WAKE ME FROM MY SLUMBER!

2010-01-22T14:31:00.000+00:00

I come down the road,
Hauling a leg and carrying my load,
An itinerant in search of my home...
Covered in sludge: my persona...

Who am I?
Wake me from my slumber...

Peety Pity Silly Bum!
I sing this song and i need a rum...

Who am I?
Wake me from my slumber!

Watch me climb up hill,
A lull loathe dark?
little Malcom Little?
No?
The old?
Equate my X and bring me home...
I hold two worlds;
The future and the past!
Does it make me the present?; the Isthmus of Darien?

Who am I?
Wake me from my slumber!

Peety Pity Silly Bum!
I sing this song and i need a rum...
I'm in a world i can't call my own...

Who am I?
Wake me from my slumber!

I stand in mid road alone,
Like a lone tree in a savanna zone...
If i can't find me, in these words I'll paint my own...
Be immortal without the devil's song...
Like Dorian Gray,
But my art lives forever young,
While the spirit drums to a heavenly home.

Who am I?
I'm awake from my slumber...

Peety Pretty Willy Man...
I sing this song and i need a rum!
Alas I've created a world of my own...

Who am I?
I'm awake from my slumber!

CUPID AND PSYCHE

2010-01-22T14:22:00.001+00:00

In sundry worlds, across the ocean,

Two lovers live…

At the edges like Aurora, Hyperion’s seed

I’m Psyche, and she’s Cupid

How can this be?

She’s a ‘god’,

I’m just human

Can cope with my unending misdeeds?

That is love’s anomaly

Now the people clamour…

“Accord him his kind; bestow her hers…that should work properly”

But “OMNIA VINCIT AMOR”, says I…

I’m a weak mind, and a feeble soul…

She’s sturdy; she can mould me whole,

Make me her kind so I cease to grow.

The heart of love,

From up above,

The Uranus, like a white dove,

To certify my baptism

Now I’m her kind,

So let’s love and never mind…

Cupid I am, and she’s Psyche…

She’s Cupid, so what else can I be?

Bother not ‘bout whatever it might be…

Leave our love to us; we’ll be the best you’ll see…

Are you all our Venuses?

Jealous not our BEAUTIFUL dream…

Defy all odds,

And tick when the clock tocks…

Selene, lend me the moon…

Helios, lend me the sun,

So I’ll put the two together to live as one…

No day and night…

Just a strip of ticking time I will call Daight.

NOCTURNAL AND THE NIGHT

2009-09-19T13:45:00.003+01:00

I listen as the country music play,

And the coyote dance in misty July rain...

Fifty after midnight - the morning for the crickets' play...

Through the windows i stared,

But a clear vision austered,

Looking into the hollowed sockets of night's eye balls -

Then in its loneliness, it howls,

Letting out its pain and grievance into dead worlds...

At this moment, our curse...

All men dead in beautifully made beds -

Like vampires, but prey at day...

Suddenly it grows cold and sulky;

Evil at its best and bulky!

Serve day love and give me pain!

The heart of love so humbly slain...

In elfing state, but wont remain...

On Ellis Island, it, for success bargain...

Begin an El Niño from your departure,

In these cold currents, like elm leaves, its pain falls...

It met me, like I her...

Now hope resides in chilly air...

Me for it, and she for me; an elixir...

STILL LIFE IN ACCRA

2009-06-30T14:17:00.001+01:00

The day is dead
Whispering air blow against the head from dead ends
There, the wondering men of the night
Their mission; our plight;
We cannot tell
In the dark they come from,
Drawing closer at a fast pace are two bright eyes
Yellowish monstrous eyes
Making the heart take a leap as the curve approaches

At every meandering mile, there is a halt
The door slides open
Eyes wide open to gaze,
Then in jumps another face…

Tension rises,
Blood pressure shoots up
And our black faces suddenly go red
So red it flames when a face never shows up
This is a still night,
And caution must be taken
Ay! There he is, dressed in white
Neatly sewn with herms tightly fit

This is but a war
You see not your enemies
Yet they exist
Flanked and draped in cloths of the night
Their visit is always a surprise
Yet we always know they will come

Still life in Accra it is
Our employers know not rest till we arrive
They are the controllers of our dawn till sunrise

The peaceful silence of the night is so fearful
The whole world at this time is a dead room
Everyone unknowingly breathe as they are dead in their beds
Never three days, but some few hours;
Then their resurrection

AFTER THE SUNSET

2009-06-29T14:45:00.000+01:00

The golden bright colour disappears quick
Reddish orange and sick
Looking huge and close
Close enough to be hand picked
Slowly sinking into the western end
Making the seas look like its final destination
Then sealed is its transition by sounds from huge catholic bells

After the sunset,
The lizard lies prostrate…
Cooling its body its body with the night breeze
And unknown shadows disappear behind the trees
To the never before seen homes, the housefly leaves
Going with the setting sun are memories of the morning
And all it gives
Its successes and failures;
Its pros and cons
Protecting its secrets like the queen in chess

After the sunset,
Dormant ideas revive
Dead men are more alive
The war to survive for tomorrow begin
But they with fangs humbly draw first blood
Leaving behind for the next innocent sun,
The mutilated corpse

After three sunsets then comes me
After mine comes a dream
I formed the end of the first descendant beings
But the beginning of a mortal creating immortals
A dream they have long been waiting for
My future; our saviour
To set us free from a long fiscal failure

After the sunset,
All birds are gone
New ideas are born—
In our brain; the hospital
As they are stormed
The future is forever on
So in our homes, we sit
Thinking, no errors should be repeated
For the mistakes of yesterday are gone.

DEAD AND GONE

2009-06-28T21:05:00.000+01:00

By the time you read this, I will be dead and gone
By the time you read this, I will exist no more
I took the morn and night along
While passing and singing my favourite song
A dirge written with ink and pen from my blood and bone
When a silly oaf usurped my throne

By the time you read this I will be dead and gone
Watching you with teary eyes from hell, my home
I took my life with an invisible knife
A sharp twine made from a vein of a funny dramatic life

In my death I cast a spell
A curse, a jinx, whatever defines it well
Its beatitude you want,
So here…in many litres and many gallons
Take it this night and morn, while you walk along

In my tomb I will smile in the dark
In my loneliness,
I will smell my rotten flesh covered with maggot and tainted with dust

By the time you read this, I will be dead and gone
But shed no tears and sing along

A HEART DESIRE

2009-06-28T20:48:00.000+01:00

In me, you’ll find the love in Shakespeare’s eyes;

Same love he had for Viola de Lesseps

And fears not the perilous Wessex

Hola my Viola!

Come sail ye with me in my Hispaniola

The feeling that made him go gay in outer dream;

The love that pulled his puppet strings,

And made him endure life’s follies in short gleam,

Breaking verges and crossing river banks

I pray to lie in your bosom way—

And slowly with your boobies play,

And do the holy palmers’ kiss

Till the morning bell rings.

Be you at the zenith of the goddess love’s tower,

To see you I shall bare its thorn crown,

Take its chastises and yet not frown,

Convey its cross to my death,

And at the end,

On my lips, I want to feel your fragrant breathe.

Le Veintidós De Julio Nueve Cientos Ochenta Y Siete

2009-06-28T20:26:00.000+01:00

Buenos Julio Domingo

Mí por la mañana of veintidós

Veinte i just turned

So i try my hands on the language on my heart

Something i can barely even speak

SPECIALIST OF THE DARK

2009-06-28T20:25:00.002+01:00

Am the specialist of the dark
En all you my patients
I can heal in one attack;
Your depression, loneliness, en the disappearing sound of the dark,
Dat constantly give you shivers
But I don’t…
I intentionally don’t
For slowly I approach
One, two, a dozen more,
Den we are sailing on the same boat.

Am the specialist of the dark—
And all you my patients
Your brains and emotions; my ward
I’ve saved millions, but they realise it not
Am thee specialist of the dark,
I need no doctorate degree,
En all you my patients.

CALL ME SHAKESPEARE

2009-06-28T20:25:00.001+01:00

I love to be called Shakespeare

Yes! William Shakespeare

The same great name you always hear

Call me by day and by night

In darkness and in light

Snap a finger and I will be in sight

Oh, call me William Shakespeare

Because I’m everywhere, yet very rare

Smell me in the coloured air

I am the word coyote whispering in your ear.

OH YE I KNEWETH NOT

2009-06-28T20:24:00.000+01:00

Oh ye I kneweth not
Thee I know and loveth now with great passion
Strange is my burning love for thee
I prithee, whence cometh thee
And wherein doth thee resideth?
Immortality I seeth in blurry vision
For ye hath existed from creation
And creation within thee
For in everything ye resideth flourishes
In my unknowingness I write
In 16th century Shakespearean grammar
Oh ye I kneweth not
Within thee my survival liveth on

MY CAT OF TEN YEARS AGO

2009-06-28T20:18:00.000+01:00

Pale red gums,

Big fluffy silky body,

Lie in the sunken middle of the bed,

Staring intelligently with bright Asian eyes

Breathing with a quiet noise,

Making known its presence,

With its giant tail wiggling like falling ribbons in the air,

Slowly licking milk;

That “Sukulili momoli”.

AN ODE TO THE SONG BIRD

2009-06-28T20:17:00.002+01:00

Your continuously quick amazing chirping
Long harmonious blasts
With the last sound slowly creeping in
Like doors do
Giving us away in our daily mischief
Your stage; the tree
Displaying a bandless performance
Singing to every ear reachable; your rhythm
Glued together from your many minim
Vaingloriously you perch
Raising high your red head
Like the army on parade,
Pumping out your chest—so yellow
Feeling at home with the sun rays
Your upper body so black and shinny
Making less visible your rough-hewn tail feathers
The higher your black wings carry you, the higher the black man will go
Like you, great songs of classics my type have produced
On and on my people progress
Again and again I wait patiently at the bathroom window
Patiently angry, waiting for next show to commence

DRY SEASON

2009-06-28T20:17:00.001+01:00

The rains have made way for dryness
Moisture made way for dust
The doors to life shut down
Journeying down the earth crust

Death grins at the green tree
Lifeless leaves turn around in the air like dancing ghosts
To reach the foot of the king,
Kissing its feet to gesture for yesterday’s support

Hurray! This is the welcome ceremony
The initiation of the almost forgotten Shea tree
Praises and great appellations are sang
To accept the fruits of its labour

Skin and lips humbly crack,
Leaving deep gullies of wound
Saying hellos are swollen purple lips
And shinny skins and faces move across streets

Within the forest, bellows of rivers fail to roll
And the impatient deer drags its body to lean against a pole
Waiting for a miracle
Water gushing out of rocks for the Israelite multitude

TWENTY TWO DAYS IN JULY

2009-06-28T20:16:00.000+01:00

Twenty-two days in July
Eighty-seven years in the twentieth century
Feet of innocence,
Press gently on clean white cloth
Marking the beginning of our meetings
I have met you nineteen times
Our twentieth yet to come
I have met nineteen lives
My twentieth yet to arrive
The famous loud music; ribbons of different colours
The knife running through the belly of a colourful thing
Never have these been a part
On nineteen occasions,
Never have they…
A normal routine;
Walking about through the hot sun rays,
Buying from the road vendors
Hopes reside on shore
Nothing extra ordinary I expect in the twentieth life…
I see me flanked in gold cloth
Building with diamonds
I have met you nineteen times
Wish the twentieth change the rhymes.

ABDUL NASSER STREET

2009-06-28T20:15:00.000+01:00

Silently I got to know you
Slowly our bond grew
But sadly you are hurt by my sole
Trampling on your million eyes
I can hardly identify your limbs
Neither can I point to your head
I walk along silently with tree thoughts
With my problems shrunk to invisibility
I stand right in your middle and watch the birds fly
Awaiting the skies to open
And for the voice to speak
To receive my baptism; the hot golden African sun rays shot from the sky
Silently I got to know you
Slowly our bond grew
Amazingly, I’m your only friend
Your only friend noticing you

THE VOICE

2009-06-28T20:14:00.001+01:00

Yen had it

The ears listened hard

Memories flashed it

Thoughts viewed hard

Impatience escalated

Eager to see Leeta

Turned to Ishih—the only listening friend

I wrote on this sheet; my Szu

Did what the poets do

Make my tools think

And I wait patiently

Patiently for the face behind the voice