EDEN

How could it be,
should it be
that i am so swiftly cured of this
my present affliction
when here i am
still laid prostrate
waiting for the beauty of your voice
to serenade my tired frame
to sweet nothingness

how then can i?

Mhhh... i write from the heart
that my words may cure your affliction
where you lie prostrate
even as i find my voice
to rejuvenate your tired frame
to pure blissfulness

ooooh my words!


You are a child of the gods
chosen for your maturity
primed for the ultimate sacrifice
your sins could be forgiven
hasten then to grant passage
to the innermost sanctums
so that my light may shine
thru' the darkest  crevices
and so dissolve the cobwebs
of reluctant resistance

or didn't i hear you say the coast was clear, once?

© October 2015

LISTofSHAME

Ooh God of All Creations,
please look after the clowns
that run our public affairs
that their buffoonery may not sink
the dreams of a generation
but deliver us from the HASHTACracy

bless this our land and nation
fatten those that steal our inheritance
and burst the bellies of the digitally-corrupt
may you hasten their delivery
to the cold concrete slabs of high-end morgues

justice be our shield and defender
not their eating-without-out surrender
govern our appetite to elect ushenzi
and shield them from all accountability

may we dwell in chosen consequences
embrace the birth-product of our (s)elections
that we may know peace and liberty
only as enablers of an eating economy

may plenty be found within our borders
how else will we find some crumbs
from the high table of State-led Corruption?

© October 2015