• Belong

    I belong to the tribe of Judah
    The bold and conquerors
    I belong to the continent of Africa
    My roots trail back to the mfacane... more »

  • Dust To Dust

    I was 18 when i first confided in a piece of paper and my pen was present to give testimony of what transpired
    And there i was,
    all alone seated on the edge of my bed with a note pad to take note of what i was going through
    And with a leaking face... more »

  • First Love

    The picture is still vivid I remember every detail of it
    Reminiscing gives me chills, I still experience the same thrill
    adrenaline rush through these veins and a bright smile on my face
    I was still young... more »

  • Forgotten

    I wrote my letters to you and i wrote then with black ink its quite sad,
    I wrote my letters to you and i wrote them in bold so that you could capitalize on my luck of discretion and finally assess the situation arriving to an obvious conclusion that i needed you back, see
    Without you my heart was bleeding and i wish i had written my letters with blood,
    The paper wet and brown from the salty tears that fell off from my eyes as i cried for you, see i felt pain and rage but with the pen i had to stay gentle,... more »

  • Letter To The Future Generation

    This is my letter to future generation,
    To Whom It May Concern. Dear future generation this letter I write to you
    I write to you with a heavy and contrite,
    bruised and full of regrets and now am used to this feeling I guess,... more »

  • Limbo

    between space and the earth,
    am trying to find base for these emotions

    between the grave and life,... more »

  • New Chapter

    I wasn't quiet conversant with the literature so I had to break the rule and find an,
    Unorthodox way of writing poetry because my heart desired to be expressed
    So these are, Heart-felt  feelings encrypted in words and that explains why I speak with so much intent,
    To the extent of shading a few tears when am reciting these poems because at times I feel as though the wound is still fresh,... more »

  • Shuttered Dreams

    Its four past midnight,
    The sun is yet to set but its already dark, and i find myself shuffling my way through this narrow road filled with dust,
    Slowly, slowly i'm trudging my way home face down with a lot of stress on my shoulders,
    The nibus clouds clad the sun raise as lightening flashes right before the thunder... more »

  • Still In Line

    They say men don't cry
    Then does that make me less of a man
    Man try telling that to my virility
    I feel my own thoughts are constantly at war with me... more »

  • What If

    what if i wrote you a poem, just what would i say
    Wouldi use the same energy and enthusiasm as i do when its not about you to deliver the contents of my heart enveloped in a piece kissed with ink with a signature below to show that i curved this masterpiece
    Michael Angelo in writing, inticing you with words that serenads the walls of your heart, a rhythm so beautiful even nature would feel jealous
    a perfectly scripted poem with no errors but roses are red and violets are blue, a thought of you always leaves my mind in a mess that's why i always fail to write for you... more »