Anointed Poems

a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints

Your window was very small. Why did not you throw the dice? Walk away without a want? I had no courage to tell the lies, to hold the secrets of brave tears, which failed to live in red-bricked house. And

Will it rain tonight? And clean the gaping blisters? Wash away the dirt and slimy froths? Soften the scales and scabies? And will it make me pure again? Ah, let it rain tonight. Bro said, with icy looks, “Damn you,

The beams were ready to collide on the bars of hate. The blast was coming with adjectives. It was immortality of a street which was going to survive. New herons will come to wade in troubled waters. Pure white. But

Celestially blessed heavenly anointed. With paths defined singularly pointed. Bliss known a virtue for which most pine. Sharing and caring are similarly divine. A few stick through a lot along get lost. For all choices errant, dearer proves cost. Do

What manner of global icon so venerated? A sage of global repute, a demi-god politically deified, a martyr once resurrected and a hero eternally celebrated. Deeply rooted in the annals of Africa’s peculiar history are your seemingly unachieveable and unparalleled

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

Impossible emptying my head of every bent phrase… The misshapen past crooked and crass –unrepentant lunar lit boyhood errant I against your shallow affect denial (my own story you dare edit or silence because every unacknowledged event is one erased

As she looks back it’s been, the same situation but a different cause. Sitting in her room, in the corner with a knife. She knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right…. The next thing she is watching

It consumes everything that ever was It was there from the start, will be there till the end. No one has escaped the wrath it brings, no body escapes the jaws of time. Bitter, sweet, vengeful, whatever you have been

I can’t stop writing when I think of you You are morning’s cold water splash You are the shower of rain from hanging clouds You are favourite song on my lips You are the dream keeps me awake every night

So you thought you were the stuff, rough, tuff, couldn’t get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there’s a hitch, it’s a straight bitch, you’ve run into a

Your fangs open like lips. I am ready for the kiss of death at a war zone, where I was adrift holding the flame, moments stabbed by hot bullets. Black and white words break the embrace, I cannot study the

The memories are closing in I fear there’s no escape. The things I said and things I did Follow me like shadows. A curt remark, a smart retort I thought I was so clever. How many did I hurt While

Life hurts hearts break easily time slips away right through your fingertips like sand on a beach or dirt on the ground leaving marks some noticeable some can’t be found Scars run down your arms leaving a trail of thoughts

Will you ever understand my pain, or think forever I only did gain? it’s so hard for me to explain, for whatever I say will all go in vain. Couldn’t reason with you so far, for your mind doors are

We live in two different planes of existence. We travel two different paths within those planes. Our paths cross on both but unite in neither. By day we live in one plane where we work, we provide, we survive. We

The key is to avoid the grandeur or over trivialize Give self importance to the state of being or lose myself in the tide To be just a tiny speck or be the one and all Then have thoughts of

Show me a rose more fair than what I have, And I’ll tell you, you searched throughout the lea For beauties that to weary eyes would salve, To find the one you flaunt as fairer be; Or trod the dawn

what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an

Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop

That’s not a dagger which stabbed me down That’s your betrayal which hunted me down An enemy, a hunter doesn’t bother me Its you and you, which really hurts me Surfing the waves, you landed on the lonely island Wasn’t

It reminds me of the tides, either at dawn or high noon. Or on the 14th day of the lunar cycle of the moon. It reminds me of the incoming waves, that the tides wash ashore. Or the beating ripples

Darling, You Are An Epic Of Romance Twinkling stars and moon hold their breath when in the blue sky you sing and dance you are so alluring and adorable woman that many epics can be written on romance I promise

Vestigial wings choke gills unbalancing tails Latching onto me Making an Arabic character out of my trail in the sand Where I window shop for girlfriends to stop devolution She’ll be perfect and symmetric Crystal and sound Like a moon

I am awake on my bed but I did not even sleep last night because of my broken heart that bleeds all night. What can the preacher preach that the teacher did not teach as I reach for greater heights

Just one more time, to myself let me lie, Just one last time, let’s dream eye to eye, One last time, let’s feel the way we felt, Just one last time, let the heart do the talking, things which words

Friend, not a companion but one who understands. Years, distance and time does not come between us. How pleasant are our sparse reunions. You’ve comforted, have always been there for me. Not only in my hour of need but also

Not all instincts lead to what one loves especially in the matters of the present. For when terrible becomes synonymous with beautiful, the tragedy of control educates the child within of what the grown up situation has not. Call it

A path that exists between birth and death, this life is never straight. Every time you need to confront obstacles, even if you have already fought many battles. The book of life contains both happy and sad memories, and it

There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world, Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one. Moreover, in a perfect world,

* September is a city of copper; It is the shape of ashes in the tale of the fire-bird. September is a waiting-hall between the bareness of ends and the beginnings of fig berries. So, my beloved substitutes her hair,

Try I will, to start trying After you have broken; Not my heart, but my soul of truth. Try I will, to start trying After you have killed; Not my wishes, but my hope for good. Try I will, and

Bemoan the fate as you will the emptiness would still eat you away futility of existence and facade of importance the glitter of attention and tears of oblivion loath of loneliness and fear of attention no one can feel you,

There stands the moon For us as a boon, When down on this Earth Distances take birth. Different things around, Physically far on ground, But the same moon the eyes show That let’s the togetherness grow. Clouds in and often

After the moon it was an unkempt night. I wanted to kill the narrative and recast the frozen history. A dirt road leads to a new trajectory now, splattered with blood. A double tongued thought brings the ire of screaming

“Oh lord my eyes dried by warmth of regret “ “Pouring rain angainst by seeing ground and pebbles strain effect “ “I got aspirations too high “ “Torture ache is sharp as dagger mordant in nerves feel die” “Feelings cannot

Pigs that grunt With runts who run Horses that neigh Eating curd and whey! Elephants that trumpet Gobbling croissants and crumpets Sparrows that tweet Offering a melodious treat! Monkeys that chatter With plantains on a platter Parrots that screech While

Rose appears rosy when accepted by a Beauty Rose becomes thorny when rejected by beauty Mind is in upbeat when one gives respect Mind is disturbed when got snubbed ones mind when pure makes other feel secure One whose nature