I choose never to forgive…!: A poem 

They made you walk through the scalding fire of the stars  through the thaw of nearby planets  through the frostbite of the far-flung ones  even the meteors and comets continual bombardment  The blackholes ripping you to your bones  The supernova exploding in your face  The radiation of quasars giving you the most painful sores!  They gave you a chairContinue reading “I choose never to forgive…!: A poem “

Don’t dare tell me I’m losing time!: A poem 

Don’t ever dare tell me that I am losing time  Eternity is a place that makes time sublime  What about the treachery that keeps buying time?  …To transfix its undeserved location in the Halls of the Divine!  I am not fixated on apocalypse, even if it may be due  I didn’t withdraw any frontiers; I am not abandoning truth  Not even if youContinue reading “Don’t dare tell me I’m losing time!: A poem “

Atlas can outlast and cutlass treachery!: A poem 

Do you talk to me of love,  insisting on its magnanimity?  I consign your persuasion as triviality  I know that my virtue is in discerning  the repleteness of love and feel above  the lewdness of fake demonstration  Do you talk of compassion,  when I have learnt to discriminate  with a solemn unretractable passion?  Ask the Church to continue itsContinue reading “Atlas can outlast and cutlass treachery!: A poem “

You can call my poetry harsh prosaic, impolite aphorism: A poem 

You can accuse my poetry as that with no placid rhythm  I wouldn’t debate if you consider it harsh prosaic, impolite aphorism  You can still have a little of my wisdom, even if you call it inappropriate  I am just going to engrave my convictions, at any indifferent rate  I can prescribe no lessons between the lines,Continue reading “You can call my poetry harsh prosaic, impolite aphorism: A poem “

Should I blame my own creation for the existence of Beelzebub?: A poem 

It wouldn’t cause my death if my poetry was consigned to oblivion,  but would I feel my death if I would abandon it altogether  I construct a creation that teaches me to live to die and die to live  The life of a short-lived fragrance and flower each day to perennially relive  I have seldom reckoned that life, in its complexity, is very simple  IContinue reading “Should I blame my own creation for the existence of Beelzebub?: A poem “

PSP, do you realise the default of your treachery?: A poem 

PSP, I feel so encouraged by your relentless ignoble deception,  that this treachery can beguile me, but I still laugh at your desperation,  because it gives me the determination to return your cabal with capability  though I have no inclination to see the damages done to my loves and loyalties  I have an imagination to defy perpetual perpetratorsContinue reading “PSP, do you realise the default of your treachery?: A poem “

Destiny will never desert the righteous: A poem 

Did you think you deserve to be taken beyond Anubis  into the highest chambers and be absolved by the  verdict of Maat? Or better still, be whisked past   the gathering of celestials and cherubs blowing  mellifluous tunes on golden trumpets, and grace  the highest abodes? I am certain, wickedness   never condoled its hapless victims, so it should  not be condoned. You think my heart should swell  with benevolence at your begging whine, now that   your own insolentContinue reading “Destiny will never desert the righteous: A poem “

Do we see a bad moon arising, or just keep eyeballing the fish of the sea?: A poem 

You can tell me that you gave the world love  when the Old T was out paged by the New  Or hide that your baptismal waters broke off  the umbilical cord with the truth  So, it must manifest the imposing false light  and spread all over from the Ephesians to the Corinthians  and the Acts of a lying actor who despisedContinue reading “Do we see a bad moon arising, or just keep eyeballing the fish of the sea?: A poem “