the emotions promised

fixation upon the coquette
can only be cured by a distraction
to release your heart
from trampling and destruction.

when love and affection are not exclusive
the chambers of the heart
become no more conducive
to the emotions promised.

A place we've never been

I was walking down the lonesome plain
and I kept having these thoughts in my brain
thinking 'bout what will remain
when we sprout wings and leave this domain.

You know this life's not about loss or gain,
It's not about the success we attain,
nor is it about the price of our champagne...
what its about, I can't explain...
but I know and I can ascertain
that what matters is the frowns
that we turn into smiles;

It is the sunshine that we bring in times of rain...
It is the way we sustain
the life of the fellow men...
Its not about you and me,
but about we and we

And we need to refrain
from the insanity we entertain
then we shall see the the gain...
then we shall attain...
the peak--a place we've never been.

Singing along

why do you sing with me at all?
a song so sweet we're so enthralled,
the beginning so faint, we cant recall.
I kicked the ball, started the song, started the brawl,
you returned the ball, you sing along, we started to fall...

...far deep in melody, everything in tune;
a ballad not of this world, we're on the moon.
let's make music...all night, morning, afternoon;
let it not end all too soon,
the mellifluous ritornelle... I'm not immune.

the music...makes us better than before;
the dips and tones, we cant ignore;
the grips and moans, we so much adore.
could we end now, and return for an encore?
no...the song continues...forevermore;
a sweet sweet sounding musical score.

To the World

Africa calls...
Son! where are you?
your thoughts of me so few...
I am alone... forsaken like the water forsakes the river,
when the sun forsakes not the sky.
civilization entices you...
like an rootless husband away from his wife...
all I ask: come back to me...
give back to me
return to the roots of thy existence...
renounce the addictions of your convenience...
I give you life...
give you the breath you breathe...
my deprivation fuels your abundance...
you look back at me...with disgust...
the knife of betrayal...in my heart you thrust.
when you think of me...think not with pity,
but with respect...
It was I who made thee!

babies

babies making babies
babies' babies, babied by babies
when is too young?
you are not as strong
as you think but,
when he forgot to pull out,
you'll have to be.
suicide? no, even death rejects you.
the pleasure turns into pain,
the sunrise turns into rain,
your fetal companion kicks your tommy,
now you wish you had listened to mommy.
hey, we all make mistakes
but if a mistake is all it takes,
why do you make it again....and again?
he feels no remorse,
its just another conquest
getting no rest,
like a clock, tick tock tick.
never feeling sick,
he moves to find another.
the penis controls the man, not the other
way around
...there is no way around
cos you're already heavy big and round.

these degrees

these degrees....
mama gat six of 'em
papa gat one of 'em
me...I need all of 'em
cos life is cold,
i need these degrees... to keep me warm.
3 years in...less than one more...
the closer I get...
the scarier it gets...
the rush...to turn that 89 to a 90,
that 79 to an 80...
to escape the close shave
its over now...
but it begins again when the lethargy gets sweet.
its a chase...for a better life
for a comfier life...
don't get me wrong...i enjoy school...
i kinda think being smart is cool..
an opportunity to keep up...
with the fast pace of this life...
without these degrees...
I can't get that,
cos life is cold...
and I need these degrees...to keep me warm.