TEXTURES OF DARKNESS

 

glimpses of foggy feelings 
outlined in rough texture of darkness 
cataclysmic sadness enshrouded 
in sunken sockets  
of eerie eyes in broken skull

 

my fears are my self 
 
immortal thoughts bargaining an end 
adult eyes immobiled

 

 

 

PARADISE OF PRISONS

 

palatial places

mansions of men of wealth

laced with lush lawns and overwhelming walls

heading the way of high heavens

 

cocooned in silence of death

a paradise in prison

a prison in paradise

peopled by very important persons

 

their fabulous flowers forbid our faces

from seeing beyond that floundering

fantastic façade…

 

still we know

they bury their joy from envy

and their misery from mockery.

 by painted devil 
dilating pupils picturing a final closure 
deathly sight of holes of hidden hearts

 

 

 

 

IN HEAVEN

 

there’s a rhythm to your love

the gathering cumulus strutting

to the clubhouse of enchantment

there’s a rhythm to your love

that thoughtful tongue that tunes in words

in light showers

that comely chill that clouds our multiverse

there’s a rhythm to your love

that sun that rises that shines

not in negation not in protest

a conflagrating contradiction

it is not

 

there’s a rhythm to your love

that irradiating fusion

that passion that pacifies our panicky persons

there’s a rhythm to your love

that you and only you can create

that creation of passion without deflection

 

there’s a rhythm to your love

that began and shows no beginning

that has not ended and shows an ending

that impels us beyond our leaning

there’s a rhythm to your love

the striking flashing frightening lightning

and the thunder that tongued in mellifluous voice

a love song compiled and produced in heaven.

 

 

my fears are my self 
 
unshared soul divided by self 
self-shut self-hidden self-sold 
in dungeon of nothingness 
in cold blood of sudden cessation

 

 

 

AND YOU LEAPT

 

…and you leapt

into the gaze of my popped out pupils

the eyeballs following you out of their sockets

in that rapturous jump

the leap in the floating fragile air

that wafer-thin air that stood between us

the aperture of my dilating widened eyes

catching in still-motion your effervescence

long dead in mournful wakeful moments

stilled not buried by death’s infamous claws

 

…and you leapt

amidst that sandstorm of shock

the cataclysmic clouds of crippledness

in that change

in that chain which became loose

in that slave who became free

those who had kept vigil while you

slumbered in wakefulness

those who had watched you with hopeless hopefulness

those who had taunted you as the changeling

that proves false the potency of the medicine-man

beheld that leap in open-teeth amazement

 

…and you leapt

capturing each move with my unblinking eyes

as you said with those enfeebled limbs

with those dying eyes warning me

till you breathe your last

never again would you leave my arms

you leapt into my agitated waiting arms

that sepulchral flesh i stretched before you

 

…and you leapt

out of an uncertain silence

into a certain cocoon of conclusiveness.

 

 

 

THE HUNTER

 

beneath the shadowy firmament

under the gloomy gaze of the globule sun

with rays like carelessly splattered water colours

on a delicate canvas

under a crooked tree with lacerated

bark begging for healing

having crown of leaves breathing their last

with roots contending with the stem

you sat sharing synthetic sentiments

i love you i love you

you are jagun

i am abeni

 

watching the gamboling gazelles

and the birds in flashy flight formation

and the woodpecker whining against the unyielding tree

i played with your tangled hair wondering when last

you had a cut

you laughed at my ignorance

and stroked my cheek in arrogance

telling me it was dreadlocks you were wearing

and you touched the cheek again

even more tenderly with your steely hand

my eyes shone as if stardust was poured in them

you are jagun

i am abeni

 

your eyes were looking impatient

and your body shaking like one high on hemp

your voice became deep and unheard

as you drew closer and closer still

i remained unmoved like one hemlocked

i looked into your eyes and shook my head

you are jagun

i am abeni

if you loved me you would wait

we can drink delight of this ecstasy when the time is ripe

you shook your head with your neck about falling out

you grabbed me and with a breath of fire

oozing out of your nose you said

it must be now

you are jagun

i am abeni

who decides for who?