Death

2

You have claimed to live with nature since
Enforcing yet the end of things
But If I you could permit me
Allow my innocent tongue to ask
Perhaps one question
Tell me, why don’t you ask permissions
Perhaps before coming
I heard you are a thief
Yes, I connote
You just took my child hood friend away
To places which know you
I thought yo were created for man
Or, perhaps we don’t pay you as you want
And then, you have resigned
You can travel yes
But wait when coming
Allow my head to reason through your ways
To hug my heart for the last
Maybe, yes, and my hands
If only I could change your name
I would have called you a stranger
Yes, that is what you are
You come and go,
Without a level of invitation
I will wait till my brother comes back
Tell him, you said he should live a life
Worthy of praise
Doing good to all manner of person
And just remember that you might as well come as a thief again
Perhaps love everybody
Till I let you go
Send my greetings to those in your custody
Tell them, I have received their advice
And soon shall work on them

THE DIARY OF A VIRGIN

I came by and fly
Yet to greet the days ahead
And hope for better ones
She has travelled far
For she knows not a thing but one
The scribed lonely diary
‘We’ve hope for ages to understand us
But has travelled far
Where our hearts are drunk in curiosity
Full of vague like the darkness on Egyptians Land
Rose tasted it and sent her flavours to my heart
And when Diva inhaled them
I am now an audience
The calabash of womanhood, breaks now and never again
Rose saw him hop like a frog down-streams clinching to yet another
Like a nice Manchineel
And now Diva’s drop of tears has over flooded
Taken care by Orange Blossom
Here I lies with Juniper
Cloth with Globe Amaranth from my lover
It was Gloxinia and now Dahlia
Until it tarnishes my image
I am still a virgin
Should I be proud?
Should I weep?
Should I hope for better days?’