Monday, September 19, 2011

TINA

LIFE! AN AIR TIGHT CONTAINER.
MULTIPLE FRACTURES FROM HEART-BREAKS,
SHE GREW THINNER.
 
WITH FLICKERING HOPE'S RAY, SHE SEARCHED
WITH HER CRACKED HEART FOR HER MALTINA.

"I NEVER ONCE HAD IT ALL, NEITHER DID I GET IT RIGHT
THE FIRST TIME.
 
3 BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTERS AND MY MOST ADORABLE PRINCE;
THE PRESIDENT ELECT OF THIS GREAT COUNTRY.

I WAS AND STILL AM... TINA"

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

YET SHE STILL WAITS


She walks out with her crying baby. Shuts the door
quietly not to awake her tired husband.

Raising her blouse to breast-feed her crying baby,
she noticed she couldn't feel her palms.
Hurting blisters from the previous night in a bid to
have dinner set for her husband.

Tears flowed down her cheeks freely in sad memories
few hours back. She tries to wipe her tears but for her
swollen face from the blows of her drunken husband.

Backing her fast sleeping baby, it was few hours to dawn.
While boiling water for her husband to take his bath,
breakfast was packed, clothing well ironed and shoes
reflecting the halo from the candle flames.

Not a single word of appreciation nor a response to her goodbye.
Weeks, months, years... Yet she still stays

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

RIPPED FLESH

We both proceeded for the final hearing and the verdict was passed.

Having so much wealth that could purchase an island, we figured it was best for us to go ahead with the operation.

Experts advised about our chances of survival, still she clung unto Pride and I got myself Ego as my mistress.

Tip! Tip! Tip! where the remaining drops from the earlier profuse flow. Gasping for air, we grew pale from the blood loss of our RIPPED FLESH. 

Barely could a third party hear our dying words. Prestige, Power, Position, Politics, People, even Prosperity could offer no help as her Pride and my Ego laughed us to scorn.

Grief, Agony, Emptiness, Shame, Groan, Bitterness, Hurt, Regret, and so much more where included in the papers but we were too hasty to give the papers a thorough scrutiny.

Taking my final breath, I recalled from the sermon on that faithful day... "I hate the violent dismembering of the  ONE FLESH of marriage".

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.

oUr aFfAiR

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.