?

Out of the depths of my thoughts emanates boom.
Guns, wars, divisions, orphans becloud my mind with doom
With lifted heads do we face the world?
Bound around us, strapped like a metallic cord

The green grasses
Turned molasses

Darwinism provokes, evokes change,
Bound to this concept what is the range?
Constantly chased around by deaths wind
We do well, strive, thrive, survive, and grasp that which we find.
Men, women, girls, boys bound to time
Slaves of time, dancing to its constant chime

We gather, collaborate, congregate
Then blows the wind, separating the aggregate
Those we loved, hated, them also we mourn
Beclouded by doom, my soul waits for the dawn of the morn
Let the visions of my thoughts be that which I see
Cross pollinating, happy, busy as the bee.


An essay on criticism be the work of Alexander Pope
For that which I’m scribe I seek its scope
Heeding to Pope’s words, “launch not beyond your depth, but be discrete”
“And mark that point where sense and dullness meet”

World stages,
My words be sniffed as incense through all ages
Before the wind will blow,
Of that which I am custodian I must allow flow

Out of the depths of my thoughts emanates boom
Alas! From whence comes all this gloom
All who congregate, collaborate seek change
Bound to the prevailing question what is the range?
Destination- seeking, searching, before the chill of the wind
Undulating paths we tread, the holy HILL we must find.

Out of the depths of my thoughts emanates boom

Should I blow the whistle?

I saw it,
And heard the beat,
The sound resonated in my mind
Should I blow the whistle? On my kind
With a sworn oath to integrity
How could I flout this nitty-gritty?
I saw it,
And heard the beat,
It was her,
And she sat next to him
She stole his intelligence
Betrayed integrity and divorced innocence
The sound resonated in my mind
Should I blow the whistle on my kind?
His intelligence encrypted on paper,
She copied it faster than a copier.
But,
I saw it
And heard the beat,
The sound resonated in my mind
Should I blow the whistle? On my kind
Encoded within Robert Frost words of math
I truly must choose a path.

NOW I SEE!

This be the nature of the moon
Relax my sun, for it shall shine soon
Bringing light to those things that be
A revealer of things I see
But that which is hidden lies within
Some of which should go to the bin

Let the light of the moon permeate my being
Let those things that lie within be seen
The moon shines boldly
Even for those who are ungodly
The moon is cool
All would know, even a fool

We must be in sync with the sun
Let its heat permeate us so we conform to the son
From the heat we often run
We all get scared, no one wants to burn
But I am the sun
Laugh not, this is not fun

I am beyond its form
I am one with the seven winds, no one knows from whence it will come
Let the moon shine through me
Let the sun burn what must not be
Then like the wind I will blow
Deeper than the Pierian springs will I flow
This be the nature of the moon
Relax my sun, for it shall shine soon.

Face to face with my demons

Journeys traveled within my being
Through the darkest depths without seeing
They are me, offspring’s of thought
Besides me I would never have sought

Crippled and stifled by fear
The sound of my heart beat is all I hear
Blinded by its sight
Scared by its fright

But it’s me
Thoughts from me that be
My demons are me
Through me they see
I give them room to breed
In my thoughts I write their creed

If my soul be judged
Will my demons be purged?
Can I live with (out) them?
While singing hallelujah as my anthem

LIFE’S RHETORIC

I unsheathe my sword and carry my shield
To the call of both hands I must yield

There is completeness in wholeness
Any other thing outside that is senseless

Everybody knows there is a difference
You see it in their inference
“The Olympics”
“And Paralympics”

But in the spirit of an embrace
Only then can we win this race

Crystallization is the theme
Let us come together, is our hymn

For without us,
I wonder what would be if Rosa Parks never rode on that bus

IF I COULD................

If I could steal a tune past noon
Straight from the stillness of the moon
That tune will bring radiance to faces sought
Illuminations to a dwindling thought

If I could unpick a thread
From that which the skies were fed
I will cloth all men with its tapestry, the whole world
Then men will rise up and boast of God

If I could synchronize my thoughts with the wind
That which is hidden high in the oaks I will find
High above the zeniths will my thoughts flow
Unhindered by that, which the foes throw

If I could be one with the twinkle of the star
Never for the sake of a rhyme, I will still be a star
Glimmer, glow! Glow, glimmer! Never to go dim
Shine through white clouds brighter than a light beam

If I could, I should
If I could, I would
If I could, I would be all these and more
If I could

Thoughtatic

What is it that the man with trees, sees
That he could take beats from the wind blowing through trees.
Elliptical, optical illusion of dream(s)
Expressed as a concept seen as C.R.E.A.M
We dream of paper, ye we all have sinned
Traps in thoughts, generated in mind we all rescind
Emotional packed life
Thin line between strife
Conception of good and evil
Expressions of Jesus and devil
Yea, we have seen them, believed them
Now some pose out their lives to be them
Existence of duplicity
Trapped in the culture of individuality
But let the light from permeate
Because shine of lights is all I emanate
Who am I to desecrate
That which I can’t resurrect
His breath flows through dry bones
And dead men resurrect all yearning for cones
Then the question resounded
And to the thought I responded
What is it that the man with trees, sees
That he could take beats from the wind blowing through trees.

"Goldman Abstractions" Life of an Intern.

Stars in the difference of their shine
Bound by the thoughts which are mine
I have seen them, met them
Delighted by the expressions of THE FIRM
Diversity of thought(s)
From all over have they sought?
Friends, brothers, sisters and foes alike
What the ‘hell’ we all have to take a hike

Value of our existence
Confirmed by our ever burning persistence,
The principle kept resonating in my thoughts
“Complacency can lead to extinction”
I looked around me, who would slip?
Tossed over by the working wind and flip
Not for me to judge I suppose,
But to everything contrary to my shine I oppose

I am the darkness that precedes the light
Emergence of self can never be without a fight
Alas! In a global spot of ‘mergers and acquisitions’
We all as one brand must come to self realisations
Going down to go up

The most effective way to get to the top
Hmm, lost in my minds abstractions
Swaps in deciphering my minds permutations
Beyond me, I must see him
Leave history on the ‘street’ of ‘fleet’
Listen carefully to Lloyd’s advice
“Making my own contributions’ to these pages”
With pen in hand
I foot note land
And I dot these pages with the Goldman’s pen.

voice of reason

The gleam of dawn
From my very first yawn,
Where is the scope of the dream?
When men melt in the sun as cream
That my words tear through the curtains of the heavens
Daily is my cry, petition and crave
That Africa truly be liberated
Visions, screams and dreams down in the grave
What did the ‘Fathers’ do? Neglected and desecrated
Alas! With no sense of purpose here we are
Oh! That the dreams of Africa become bare
Mother Africa gives us wings to fly
So we show our seeds the paths to ply
Africa! Listen to the voice of reason
Then and only then will I not be guilty of treason.

Mind Permutations!!!!!

The drumbeats of life
Amidst the echoes of strife
I tip toe above earthly systems
Taking a peak beyond its horizons as a sprouting stem
Flickers of thoughts
Shown on faces sought
Alas! Man is bound by questions
Length, breadth, height of mind extensions
My poetic journey I lay
On strait paths lest I stray
W.B Yeats be my witness
His words have I sniffed as burning incense
O’er the earth have I flown?
Where flickers of thoughts are forever shown

Damsels Prayer

The unfolding of the ages,
Forever tied to the grandeur of its stages
For you, an hour I have walked and prayed
That your mind on the creator be stayed.

Eyes have beheld and will behold your beauty
But consider beauty not as a duty
For a calm and beautiful spirit, for you I prayed
That on these, your mind be stayed

Beware of the murderous innocence of the sea
Even when they all come smiling at tea
With pen in hand I dot your eyes as bright
That you may see, even with discerning sight
For these, for you I walked and prayed,
That on these, your mind be stayed.

For your generosity of spirit, in courtesy you are chiefly learned
Hearts are not had as gifts, but hearts are earned
As you chart courses, have an anchor for your soul
For chaos of history and turbulence of life will take its toll
For these I walked and prayed
That on these, your mind be stayed.

And when the morning comes, may a bridegroom bring you to a home
Worry not your heart, for not all homes will be a dome
Beware of arrogance and hatred, which are wares
Peddled in through the thoroughfares
Keep your heart; from it are the issues of life,
Avoid the nicely wrapped yet ugly strife
For these, for you I walked and prayed
That on these, your mind be stayed.

New Day

Desirous of words to speak a word,
Of a happy birthday piercing through your heart like a sword
Not to kill
Much more to heal
Words that lie with you, as thy head on pillow lay
Reminding you that every new day is a birthday
Indeed as day dawns you are born again
As the world gathers to shout your acclaim
Alas, they too have left you in oblivion
Fear not, let not your bones shiver
Look deep down into your quiver
Then you will see that every new day is a birthday
Open your eyes then truly you’ll see, my birthday wish isn’t belated
For every new day we are born and our birthdays can not be dated.
Enjoy life
Avoid strife
Happy birthday (past, present and future)