Your stuck-up windows

i wonder why you plant holes in these walls
to prevent the breeze sweep the pride off your possessions
the dust off your stale breathe
the sun reminds you of what morbidly lives outside
to which you pull down the curtains
Before your heartbeat is situated
Just as someone's lost in the mist of thought
that climbed too slowly above your eyes
to which you would close them,ofcourse

Behind these walls you may crash into
her someday as these films say chosen to
bathe in the sunshine
As u squat just below the window's open arms
hidden behind your own
weeping for a day that belonged to her
And hoping these windows don't walk beside you ......

Truce almighty

Almighty,
A day if you dare to choose to sit beside me
tell me your glorified  biographies were true
that impetus to beckon for a forgotten promise
died with hunger that a labouring mother succumbed to


Just put your hand around me
dismissing  prestige of the tricks you claim to pull
And tell me i can go through thin and thick
extradite the faith i so weakly
prayed to you with

And then maybe
you can be my friend...

first last peace

As a child in your mother's womb
With only her heartbeat to learn of
Is probably your last memory of peace

Too bad you can't remember........

When a wave dies...

Tired and scalped with responsibility notes
An animal chauffer's my wheels
As i ride this drying vessel
Since aeon belonging to me

And when its over i lie back with blankness for actions
A timeline waits

And i wait too.....for

The next erection.....