GENTLEMAN OF PANACHE

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor, Reaching for the phone because I can’t take it anymore, Said I wouldn’t call but I lost all control and I need you now. Still, can’t dial your number, Though missing your voice, better close my eyes and see you, Thinking of all the memories spent with you. I wish the hands of time would be a little slower, Thinking of those days you used to be with me, Remembering all the little things we used to do together. Somehow, I feel you by my side, Though time separates us, The evening graces be kind to let me feel your presence. Every breathe spells out your name, And I can’t go on without you, Impossible to go to bed tonight with this void filling me. It is cold tonight; would you send me a little of your warmth in my thoughts? A meal without you tonight; tasteless to imagine! Music on my stereo ain’t music without you to dance with. I wish I could call you tonight, In place, I write these words for you, Close

Songs that make drums dance, Thoughts that speak of treasured moments, Words woven at the tip of fingers, Eternity that lasts now and then, Melodies too, sweet delicious melodies aged since ages past, Enlist them all, all spell doom to my world of peace this nightfall. Darkness engulfs the light shining in me, Chills, bitter cold chills mould my heart into fire, Shadows of loathe float in the deepest desires of my passion, Flowers of hope blossom amongst thorns of desperation, Walls betray my protection, bridges push safe haven far from my reach. The soils of battlefield sweet to lick, Imprisoned in cells of trust, trust that is exploited for weakness, Raindrops of sorrow nourish the hate sprouting within me, I hunger for a sword to tear open the nothingness filling my gut, Screams within loud enough to deafen the silence I desire. Lost in a wilderness of emotions, I can’t find the path leading to my lair. I am a bird that fell off its nest, Though I fancy not the

Someone did caution me with talk of tides and gales that sail with love. Love! Tastes like poison on my tongue. PTTTTF! Suffice to say, I hoped the winds would be a kind sail. “It is the sword that slays the heart,” I often heard. So much for caution! A night like this… As the world holds its breath, growing ever still, The silence of a night sings to my betrayed soul, But all that danceth in my head are soured dreams, regretted dreams of a future never to come to fulfillment! Lying here as I hurt, a lonely tear falls as I try to fill in the blanks. Whatever did I not do! Staring at my typing screen, a blank expression reflects back, A black expression with eyes as open wounds beneath, Redness has since replaced the blueness in them. And that mouth… A mouth that has forgotten how to smile and has not known a laugh for a while now, ‘Tas only laid with yawns that tell of centuries past since appetite was last known! Great wrongs have been done me in love, wron

Daughter of mine, The world is so dark without your laughter, The laughter of a child that lights up a house, Without you, darkness engulfs us whole, Your laughter can’t be heard, All because your father did not belong to your mother’s tribe! My daughter, Your father thinks of you every minute of the day, That’s all he can do, think of how you would have turned out to be, Dream of just how much he would have treasured swinging you in the air and catch you in his arms, While you scream in joy and call him ‘papa’ But then my daughter, it is just a dream, Because your father did not belong to your mother’s tribe! You, my angel without wings, my daughter, A pencil and a paper, claim the caresses of your father’s hands in your absence, As he tells the world tales that he should be telling you, Telling the world why you were never birthed, Telling the world why your mother fancies your father no more, Baby, your father did not belong to your mother’s tribe! May I ask my

How good is a timely word? Dare I give a free rein to my thoughts and speak out from the softness of my soul? Pour out my heart like water? I treasure the very love of my life! To the world I claim. Tears are upon my cheeks, Streams of tears flow from my eyes and disappear into the doors of my mouth as water disappears from the sea or as a river bed becomes parched and dry. Out of the depths I hurt, My wound deep as the sea! Not of pain, but of a burning missing in my heart, A missing of whom I hold dearest! Tho’ts of you reign in my mind without cease! To me, you compare to the treasures that were hunted in days of old, To me, heavens are no more for my paradise be you. Darling, You bound me into a yoke of affection, By your hands, has my heart been woven, In your love, am I walled in and escape dare I not, For I am a content detainee! Baby, my heart longs for… Your speech smooth as butter, Your words more soothing than oil, The scent of your blissful perf

Amidst the greatness felt by the millions of worthy souls rejoicing in heaven, Amidst such greatness does this heart of the writer stand this instance, Such a great feeling, feels like sinking into a sea of warm milk. So peaceful like! Out here, listening to the cold breeze of the night whisper through the leaves of the trees, Listening to the silent sound of my visible companion, the darkness. Under the city of stars, alone, thinking in long slow thoughts, Reminiscing the soft talk of my grandmother around the fire place, in the ages of my tender years, The talk of the age of ogres and the children of the giants, The talk of the men and women of the old, of men and women anointed with seven oils and named after the rainbow of light that fills the rainy skies! During those nights, she would charm us into singing to the seven faces of the ageless gods, The old gods, the nameless, faceless gods of the ancient ways. The memories of a perfect childhood, A childhood full of

Mothers are supposed to pick you up and tell you that all will be okay; that’s what mums are supposed to do, They are not supposed to be the cause of your pain; they are supposed to make it go away, They are supposed to hold you and tell you everything is gonna be alright, They are supposed to tell you that thunder is angels bowling, And that it is okay to be afraid of the dark, And that it is not silly to think that there are monsters in your closet; They are to teach you that there are monsters and it is okay to be afraid of them but it is not okay to let them win and it is not okay to be one, And that it is okay if you wanna climb into bed with them just this once because it is scary in the room all alone, They are supposed to say that it is okay to be afraid and they are not to be the thing to be afraid of, And most importantly they are supposed to love you no matter what. A mother is the type who sees there are 4 pieces of pie for 5 people and declares that she i

Be I a solitary man, on a mission not to be left to my lone thoughts this Valentines, For I fear for my soul, what is left of it, a soul hurt by solitude, Companion be the remedy, so I hear. LONELINESS!… I shiver at the name, and rightly not so? For long have hungered for the affection of a woman by my side, PHEW! These words have been entrenched in me for longer a time, out with it, spoken have I the words at last! On this night, Left alone to my own words… Up in the heavens, the old moon in the arms of the new one looks so appealing. The full moon draws closer by the nights, aye! The skies be lovely tonight, Lovely as the charm of heaven! O this night lures the secrets deep hidden in my heart. My heart is pierced by Cupid, I sing, By a missus, who be a star, lighting the darkness in my heart. My sweet pearl, ‘Ow her beauty disarms me! Such beauty, surely she be one of God’s own creation and not a descendant of those dark creatures, who found their refuge on

Know all men by these presents, Sang, has the heart that sings, The song has been sang, by the heart that sings, Time is upon us… We must convene the brethren code, We must all honor the call for we have been summoned. For the world is well rid of justice, fairness, equality and love, We live in the age when man offers desire as justification for his crimes in order to accomplish his selfish ends! Better were the days when the mercy of the seas of the life we sail in came not from the weight of coin in our pockets but from the sweat of a man’s brow and the strength of his back alone, you all know this to be true mates. Oppression and servitude speak of twined destinies but should they ever join us to desperation and dictate our course? Nay I say. Leaders charm the masses with promises of a better tomorrow, of a fatter drop of water in the desert, Yet, within they are imprisoned in greed and corruption! Words spoken through prison bars lose their charm, to them I say,

Belittle naught of this self. A herd-less herdsman he be, Yet, a herdsman rod at hand, Treading these valleys and highlands; tread he does, Threads of charmful whistling of ancient tunes escaping this self’s lips chastening the lonely ranges. A lone ranger in the vast wilderness; is this self, Like a wayward stream, lost from the world like a treasure-hunt course. Yonder, the horizon, a vision he chases, Knowing nay, of whence shall mine heroics be exalted, To the end of the earth…search for my vine. Disrobed of whom inspired the stars to fall from the heavens, Whose words stirred the soul and boiled the blood. Swallowed whole into the belly of the beast that is her passion; swallowed whole was this self. My queen dethroned from her throne in my heart. Fly, would this self, In then days when lilies grew up in the skies; in then days would this self fly. Now, with the heights deflowered of the whiteness of the lilies, The old wings that enabled he to soar high s