happy birthday

Every day seems,
Feels, the same
Then it’s a birthday,
It’s different.

Liken the feel,
To fantasies
Dreamy sprinkled sensations,
It’s astounding.

Silvery collection
Gifts, presents
Swirling all around,
It’s wonderful.

A birthday
Happy birthday
Wishes from everybody,
It’s enthralling.

you

The smile of You;
Makes me fall in love,
My brain empties,
And I cannot think.

The sight of You;
Makes my heart beat faster,
My knees wobble,
And I get tongue tied.

The touch of You;
Makes my skin radiates,
My groin tightens,
And I’m merrily aroused.

The taste of You;
Makes me shiver in excitement
My lips quiver,
And I drool hysterically.

The smell of You;
Makes me crave for youthfulness,
My senses awaken,
And I hate adulthood.

The feel of You;
Makes me sense my individuality,
My style magnifies,
And I want you, again and again.

an addict's mirage

I had seen it on television and in movies,
In novels, tales and legends, have I heard,
What it felt like – the ups and the downs,
The ecstasies, the sensations and deflations.

Like the aroma of freshly baked bread,
The scent floated and wafted towards me,
The picturesque presentation of the act,
Invoked in me, an enigmatic craving.

In pursuit of adventure, my ego ballooned;
Like a fresh fragranced flower in the morn,
Like the tantalising tingling taste of a fruit,
My senses seduced, my mind made up.

The first time, my world was mesmerised,
Enchanted in luxury, sparkling with liveliness,
I tasted ecstasy’s rapture on a blissful plain,
And experienced light’s illuminating flare.

It was the ultimate vacation terminus;
Where neither time, nor space had sovereignty,
A little paradise where worries waned,
And dreams dwelt deep in dignity.

I was the creator, the king and the subject,
And I could slip in and out of it anytime,
It was my world and I reigned with pleasure,
It was fun, until it took control of me.

A revolutionary republic turned rebellious,
A prince turned prisoner, I lost myself,
A dictator turned devotee, I’m called names,
A creator, addicted to the decrees of his creature.

Farcical, but my escapades got me captivated,
All I wanted was to ride an enthralling ecstasy,
A lift, and a laugh later, I became a loser,
An addict’s mirage, drenched in a spit of saliva.

an escape destination

In between life’s harsh experiences,
An escape destination, designed
To ease our afflictions and woes–
Imagines of the ideals birthed there.

This destination, not a faraway, is
Encased in a cavity, inside our heads,
Therein the brain lies, holding minds–
Enabling thoughts and imaginations.

Such thoughts – called different names,
Fantasizes, dreams, ideas, obsessions,
Powerful enough to effect orgasms–
Is better than a wealth of knowledge.

They bring smiles into our hearts,
A source of inspiration, from whence
Hope dwells for a perfected world–
Imaged and internalised for tomorrow.

A destination where adjectives and verbs,
Are a couple unified in pursuit of feats,
Visualised without faults and failures–
That manifests the dominion of man.

Tis strange, such beautiful destinations,
Welled in people, yet doldrums reigns,
As ruthless as reality, callously insensitive–
To bruises and wounds, hurts and pain.

My imagines, an escape destination;
Creates and recreates, models of scenarios,
Of ideas, fantasies, aspirations and hope–
Preciously pricey, beyond wealth’s worth.

please, marry me

Fistfuls of marriages, idyllic marriages;
Lots of both, have I seen,
I know not, what mine will be-
But I pray thee, please marry me.

My hopes for tomorrow, are centred,
On us, you are the affirmation of me,
How else, can I inhale and exhale-
But on my knees, please marry me.

Like a rudder, you steer my vessel,
We are bound for better and/or worse,
Fare we well, the wind’s taken sail-
You are my compass, please marry me.

Every new day, I fall in love again,
With you, my heart beats as a devotee,
By your side, I want to spend my days-
Doting on you, please marry me.

My poise is in you, my sight and vision,
Your eyes like mirror, I see myself in it,
With elegance, you groomed a gentleman-
I offer thee this ring, please marry me.

alchemy of ecstasy

I’m caught in a web of erotic appeal;
Magnetised by the sense of quivers,
Of thine curvy body against mine–
Summoning, senseless sensual passions,
Unequalled in phantasm’s obsession,
Gratifying and addictive as desire’s allure.

The splendid sound of your breath,
Grasping for air before you moan;
The glittery gaze in those starry eyes,
As my lips cautiously steals a kiss,
The silky glow of your supple skin–
Sensationally slavers my thoughts.

Imagines of you and me submerged;
Beneath the waves of a hot sweat,
Exploring curvatures, arches and the archway–
With tiny bites and kisses of desire,
Surrendering our senses to sensitivity,
And arousing moans and groans.

Searing through a rhapsodic pleasure,
We merged as one, lifted above bliss,
Onto an orgasmic plateau, paused eternally,
Transcending the limits of delight,
Into the cavernous depths of ecstasy,
Expanding eroticism’s exalted emotions.

a tribute

The spirals of September carried our son,

To the edge of life, beyond our reach,

Where fate resides; in his arms luxuriating.

A deep chilling silence has engulfed us,

And sorrow hath clenched our hearts,

A bleeding why? We howl and scream.

A greater son, the motherland has lost,

His fall, a thud louder than the oak tree,

Trembled and humbled the nation.

He’s no more, our son, brother and father,

Fallen and cold, a nation laments,

A statesman chaste, a finest man.

Amongst wise and bold, his name writes,

In golden letters, his deeds glitters bright,

A selfless service, he journeyed in life.

Our country and God, he served wholly,

Dirges, the drums beat, bellowing sadness,

That hath frozen our hearts and limbs.

Wreaths we arrange instead of bouquets,

With heads bowed and arms folded,

We wail, ‘cause our eyes froth with tears.

‘Ewurade nfa wo nsie yie’, a prayer implore,

Amidst our sorrowful sobs and sniffles,

‘Damirifa due’, a triumph chorus we sing.

arrogance of men

How apt, the way they affront us;

We, who made them leaders of the people,

We, who sang and chanted the slogans,

Bracing threats and trial, we gave hearts.

We gave little, they spurred with motivation;

We give much and they suffer arrogance,

Obsessive infatuations, as truth they preach,

Requiring us to eulogized them.

Admitting no limits, and clothed in conceit.

Their confidence has sadly gone awry,

Swathing inefficiencies and inner emptiness,

They venerate hollow edifices of ego now.

Manufactured eminence, they vaunt over us,

Causing us to dwell woefully on our limitations,

Fearing exposure, they suppress our views,

Using the media as their propaganda machinery.

They are afraid to become ordinary men;

Their pride has concretised into a hard crust,

And maturity has escaped them, insulating

Their senses and making them insensitive.

With bloated bellies and boastful tongues,

Chauvinism, lust and greed, has filled their hearts,

We, who hailed them, now covet their crucifixion,

And why not, they have become arrogant.

Arrogance is a viral disease – disseminating;

Breeding intolerance and manifesting egoism,

It’s the dominion of effrontery, pompously uppity,

A barrier on our will to love it has erected,

How can we hand leadership to diseased men?

They will, but contaminate us with their infirmity,

Our children, our image created, are at risk,

Rid men of their arrogance, our souls plead.

silence, a deadly virus

We do not know how to talk;

To ourselves and to each other,

We never object to anything, for

Events and issues seem like a mile away,

Thus, we keep quiet, lest we falter,

For silence is golden, we’re taught.

Individuals, organisations and governments,

They mine favourable coverage from us–

We succumb, because we’ve been bought,

Our souls, privatised for profit making,

Has inflicted a soft self-censorship wound,

Infectiously contaminating diversity.

Violence, harassment, and intimidation;

To those who dare speak out, none is secure.

Like a newsletter, our media has become,

The airwaves, filled with one sided views,

Featuring indoctrinatory and scheming stories,

Fed to us like dogs on leashes.

O, how we long for truth and freedom;

Our courage has waned and we are afraid,

We hesitate to challenge our patrons,

And the quiet, has strangled our tongues,

Unleashing stutters at diverse opinions;

For the good men refused to nothing.

Our minds, scorched from thoughtlessness,

Cling hysterically to a kowtowing chorus.

Our throats are parched, from inactivity;

And we’re afraid to engage in conversations.

Freedom of speech has lost its connotation,

Because we refrain from freedom of thought.

What vacuum has our silence caused?

Extremism, radicalism and fanaticism;

Leaving in its trail betrayal, treachery and regrets,

Why? Because, we didn’t raise our voice;

In the face of problems and atrocities,

Silence rained, its dark clouds misted our senses.

Silence, the deadliest virus has awoken;

It withers the tongue and shrivels the lips,

Its symptoms, correctness on the planes of

Politics, economics, religion and society,

Who can escape this plague?

When words have become fugitives.