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Evil Night

Evil is in the air
I can feel it in my bones.
I pray to God but he doesn't
hear me so I feel very
much alone.

The dark moon it rises
high up in the sky.
I can hear the wolves howling
and it makes me want to hide.

The devil he is lurking
calling his demons far and wide.
What am I going to do besides
lay my head down and die.

Should I give my soul or should
I try to keep my faith even though
I know all my faith is gone.

Aching

What of this heart
once broken, now
too heavy with fear
to fly?

It is less of what
your eyes promise
as they embrace me
from across the room

and more in the way
they make me
tremble

Little Crimes

Sitting on the couch with her feet in their usual spot on my lap

“Are those a pair of my new socks I just bought”

“Fool, I swiped these from you before the pandemic!”

And they look wonderful on her

8

Tick, tick, tick,
There's never enough seconds in the day
please stay.
tick, tick tick,
the sound makes my so sick,
never ending,
always in the back of my mind.
Hold me, gently
I cannot stand on my own
I'm so scared of everything
splintered bone,
scratching against my skin
tick, tick, tick, tick tick.
when will you find out how weak I really am?
or do you already know
as minutes turn to hours to days,
it's harder to walk,
soon I will turn to ash and

Chariot To Hell... Feb. 2023

Blacked out window tint
Matte black paint and flames
Red leather steering wheel
crimson seats with his name

Muffled roar unleashed
that engine really purrs
and it jumps off the road
when you're giving it the spurs

Twelve hundred muscled horses
putting down to the rears
got an electric transmission
and six forward gears

Music assault from speakers
high decibels pouring out
You hardly hear what's said
even though he shouts

After Nighttime Snowfall

Black morning stillness
icy calm speaks dark reproach
shadows this landscape

POEM WHICH TOOK SEVEN DECADES

My pockets
are holey
some feel in deep
and
kindness show
it makes me glow

many smile
then let me go

now I say
come along
at times
we love
often blow
what next
who knows...

The Birth of Ebony

A spirit has equal parts
of light and dark inside,
looking within myself
I saw a darkened tide

Released with revelation
I now rule over death,
throwing back my head
howling without breath

Guttural are the sounds
that rumble in my chest,
trumpets sounded time
the angels rose from rest

Know, he stole my innocence
filled a heart with fears,
took away my confidence
I knew nothing else but tears

Tunnel

Every tile in this tunnel
I travel through
Twisting its way
To these different parts of you
Has a place
And a past and purpose
And those that are crooked
And those that are cracked
The ones I see shifting and
Which ones you choose to put back
This is my mosaic of you and
It will never be
A still picture I can draw
It will always be
A Breathing
Panting
Sighing
Screaming
Roaring
Beautiful
Orchestrated explosion
Of a woman
Burning bright in her world

THE UNFORTUNATE TIME

The fire of time
is burning us
we're now groaning in pain.

Our democracy has woefully failed us!
now a stinge to humanity
What a shame?

New naira notes policy
has broaden
a cloud of darkness!

The anguish of grief,
hunger and a surge of
anxiety has melted us.

Our hopes are lost
in the sands of time.
Where do we go from here?

You've been answering
a giant of Africa but, you've
lost your vigour and integrity.

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