tensions 2

all was at peace
until you probed
the firbidden and unperturbed recesses
of life's essence
and the smile which once
lit your face
became
contorted resorted
distorted to the
streamlines of
an oblivious cacophony

all was at peace
but now the passions veiling
your soulscape
shivers wildly
in a frenzy of discordant monologues.

the ajuwaya call

listen!
can you hear it?
the tremelous intermittent blasts of the trumpets everywhere--
audile beacons to a promiseland--
they still persist,
still rend the sky
with bland tones,
rousing a national diastole with veinal outbursts
of religious, socio-political diatribes:
listen! it's a nation's call (to be cont'd)

peek

they tell us
it's the breaking of a new dawn-
flaunting rainbow coloured promises
that rise with the morning sun...and i
outstretch my arms
to embrace the day
with a long yawn...
just in time to see...
it's all gone or...
there was simply nothing there!
just tall tales
and insatiable thirsts for the ballot highs
and cloaked cravings for a piece of the national cake...

no, don't you dare look the other way!
those stubborn searching eyes of yours,
cup their defiant flames
lest the stubborn unchanging winds of greed
and powerlust
they puff and huff
puts them out,
don't shut them
until you've showed them
what you saw...

the moment we did it...

HORSESOUL

silent strides...
dreary rush for a crush
to stir up the hungry caged stallion within;
plodding clods of dirt,
plowing clots of thoughts
in a bosom-space
my eager hugging arms have
failed to embrace,
that my reaching hands
have failed to touch

searching eyes...
these hurts
that have creased
my wincing cheeks,
my hollow smiles have also failed
to stitch the tears that lacerate them

i crouch
with the poise of the Thinker
no, this time
i'd rather let me scream within-
let this whinnying horsesoul
take the next and first
valiant thrust
towards the radiant tunnel-light
of my fledging dreams.

what we saw when they looked

pelleting slugs
growling like castrated canons,
ripping flesh and sinews
crippling walls, bonds and milieaux

dripping-
the wishes...
slipping- the drooping sanity
rippling- the lame excuses
for primevial ordeals

nibbling at the frail edges
of a nations integrity..

still the wailings resound

while the carnage abound

and justice is bound
'cause they heard nothing
saw nothing and cared less
for what they looked at
when we saw...

look

the doors
are closed
this time around
don't know why
but i think i'd try
coming in through the windows

thought raids; sloshed psyches
from stomping my feet
in a brainstorm

the night will still come
when we no longer have any use
for eyes...

and the heart rends: splash-lights
from torched fears
tortured nightmares...

and we go way back
to a past
wrested from the
clutching arms
of the future

and

we'd chart our steps
through mazes...

and

we'll find our voice amidst echoes

and
a word that transcend words
and a world beyonds worlds

if only we'd just stay still
and
truly
look...

in the stirrings of my cradled dreams

stillness
still
still stalking...

passions shivering
in a stormy wind
lost
groping through dark brooding byways
for the chief cornerstone

stalking still...

but why
why must the sprouting shoot
be wooed by the
hoes
and the weeds
by the howling throes
in the wind?

stillness stalks...

and in a precinct
of conctete whiteness
you'd think it worthwhile
to read the future
on a blank beckoning wall
and when reality
finally hits you hard
with its stone
you'd only squeeze all your pains
into a clenched fist
and beat the air with it; i intend to
halt soon enough though...
when my knuckles
have drawn enough blood...

stillness stalks
stealthily....

yet no one can deny this:
even tendrils droop
when dearth drops

the dream withers
in waiting just too long
for the morning rain.