Tuesday, July 19, 2011

UGLY FACE

Better I were dead than this.
Overwhelming beauty; loads of compassion and splendor,
oozing out from the angel's warm bossom.

Nothing else matters most than her kiss of confidence and
her arousing breath each time i laid on her chest to unburden
agony's load from the head of my aching heart.

Just before I could spell "safe haven" a chill ran down my spine.
it was cold and sharp, piercing through my throbbing heart.
Gasping for my final breath, I battled to get a grip on the ghost of trust.
I died a thousand deaths only to unmask the reality of; the angel of friendship betrayed has an ugly face.

Friday, July 1, 2011

BLURRED

Bleak and dark streaks of pitch darkness blazed to lighten our paths.


Gown of illusion knitted from old fabrics of delusion; we hoist to offer,
only to face demening intrusion.


Demons clothing as angels of light, ravaging wolves bleating like humble
lambs, await the defenseless moments to devour.


Today holds a blurred mysterious puzzle whose solution lies in our heinous
past.


Like a stuck treasure chest thousands of feet in the earth of the deep blue,
so is the past of everyone.


THIS IS THE FUTURE IN OUR HISTORY.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

THORNY GRUDGE


My throat indeed was hurting...

PRIDE to large a lump 2 slide down my oesophagus.

Wandering for solace, I was fueled by RETALIATION'S gas.

Slamming on CALM'S brake pedal, I found out I could not come to a halt... RAGE had a toll on me.

Accompanied by a big bang, was the skidding tyres of SELF CONTROL.

Salvaged by MERCY'S air bag, I was placed on the stretcher of REGRET.

Wheeled into the theater of DESTRUCTION, I had REALITY come carry out the operation.

After a period of unconsciousness; REMORSE blazing beam dawned on me.

Hovering over me were the press of FLASH BACKS.

Bowing my head in shame, I adviced the audience; 'of all flowers in life's garden, they should avoid plucking the GRUDGE because of the countless number of THORNS on HER stem'.

LIKE THE THORNY GRUDGE, HELL INDEED HAS NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED.

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Her eyes were as two northern stars.
Sparkles glittering amidst the sky of her sockets.
Reaching out for me, she grabbed me planted a peck on the soil of my dimpled cheek.
Thank you! She said in loud reverberation which still echoes in my mind.

Reaching for her cell, she pushed a speed dial...
Guess what mom? He just proposed.
Rocking my boat a lil, were the hands of her mother's voice, sustained in joyous rythm.
Snorting almost in audibly, I said; 'I wonder whom I proposed too...'.

Those moments remained precious cos I could remember those lovely glitters in her eyes, bright like the diamond ring I slowly pushed into her fingers.
What a child i thought I saw in such grown lady until this moment.

I bet, you could almost predict the Tsunami...
It was a great crash in her world.
The flood of scandal accompanied by the winds of libel swept every life in her.
The proofs were convincing and the allegations; flawless.

Every single bit of life was slowly drained out of me.
For a moment, i felt i was drowning in folly's muddy canal.
The cork of my bottled Assets: Trust, Love, Affection, Admiration, Respect, Value... was momentarily unscrewed; thereafter, Evaporation.

Tears flooded the gates of my eyes while reading the e-mail copied to me.
I managed to drive myself home without wiper blades to dry the shield of my eyes-screen.

At the middle of our living room, I met her sitting in pool of her tears.
I checked my wallet only to discover the last pill of my sympathy waz exhausted.
Oh the disgust, making a horrible grotesque on my face
Beams of rage gushed from my eyes, dark and cold enough to put to flight a grizzly bear in fright.

Taking closer steps towards her direction, I felt I was carried by flaming wings of fury.
Steam cripped out of my nostrils even at 15 degree celcius produced by the 3 Horse Power split in my air tight living room.

The strength of an herculean, flowed down my hands.
So much that i fought hard against it forming a fist.
Shivering from the cold, she motioned towards me.
Her eyes spoke innocence and for a moment I suffered a short memory loss.

Sobbing in anguish's bar, she had her arms wide strectch towards me, like our 2 year old daughter, all she saw was a father, a lover and a friend in me; a fotress who would shield her from her adversaries arrow.

At our moment of impact, all i offered was ice frost shoulders, pushing her to the side.
'How could you! How could you!' I said, nodding my head in dispair.
A better alternative, i quickly thought, walking out on her, heading straight to our bedroom.

she couldn't move an inch... Like she was frozen in shocks therapy.
Her heart beat paused for few seconds.
She knew there was no point living.
Crawling to our bedroom just to bid me goodbye, she met me in my own pool of tears.

Silence broke out in a wild noise...
'I remember how much joy you brought to me when I proposed, i could feel the joy expressed from the heart of a child. But it seems with great joy indeed, comes great sorrow'.

Pausing for a little while to wipe the flu flowing down my nostrils, I continued; 'you meant and still mean the whole world to me but for this time. Our Affair was indeed safe haven. I promised I wont let anything come between us but I breached that by entertaining Doubt and her entourage'.

Reaching out to her, I said 'I'm sorry i failed you. I could afford you a diamond ring, and the best money could afford but failed to give you this priceless gift I should have from the onset...'.

'Here baby, i'm kicking Doubt and her entourage out of the window with my left hands and on the right is this priceless gift often ignored by many... 'The Benefit of Doubt''.

It wasn't really easy for the next few months but the good news was; she was vindicated from all allegations.

Monday, January 24, 2011

TWILL

Hills supported by sills
Bills, a better part of lives will
Fill's been through the mill
Pills, all out for the kill
Chills gone, here's the twill:

'Making riches in poverty's winepress'
'Strengthened in weakness bosom'
'Victory; knocked down by failure'
'Maturity; measured by childishness'
'Beauty; ascertained by a blindfold'
'Glory; in the dirt of abasement'
'Love; guilty of affection's murder';
The Scroll, almost endless...

Woven into a tapestry of love's fabric,
we are provided with a couch to soothe
life's aching distress and burdensome load.

Twills Golden Rule; ...confounded by foolish things.

Momma's Fist

There was very little difference between her fist and her womb while I announced my arrival into this world.

Sailing over to life's preceding phase, I felt it slightly clenched, driving away follies flies hovering the naivety of my mind's wound.

Several miles away from the crossroad of adulthood, I felt her fist reinforced with pre-cast steel. Dishing me many blows, I couldn't accept the fact that she was my biological mother...

So many years have gone by, keeping us great distant apart...
'get the blankets off over you...'
'It’s getting late, go home...'
'Go back and apologize...'
'I think you're crossing over the edge...'
Yet; I feel momma's fist even harder on me, MY WILL.

FART

What a lovely healthy looking baby! All the mothers chattered. Indeed he was deserving of the prize.

Beautiful coloured dimpled smile canvassed the mother's face as lovely comments was made, under the scrutiny of admiration over the child, from one mother to another.

With a sonorous voice like that of the nightingale, she sang while changing his pampers. Kicking with both hands and legs, you would wonder if he's senses was well developed to pick the praises showered on him by his mother.

Ke ke ke ke... his tiny voice sounded in laughter having released a very loud fart. The hall reverberated with echoed laughter... 'He just cracked a joke' a yonng doctor said and the hall went wild, striking different notes of laughter's rhythm.

'mummy, it's an involuntary expultion of intestinal gas'. Another smack, colliding with his chubby buttocks. 'ouch! but maaaaaa' he cried with tear patched voice.

'fifteen years ago, this very same act turned the hall wild and a doctor said you just cracked a joke. You were the first to laugh, cuing everyone into that mood. The tide of time has changed and discipline, is a life-guard to all involuntary actions because with age comes great responsibility'.

Life would smack you all the more when you don't master involuntary actions: lies, too much sleep, food, talk, excessive indulgence, et cetera.