Zei Poems

You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow

When speed overtakes you, incision on black marble crashes. Before the moonrise your bygone sister falls in your arms crying. Baby death had jumped from the second floor to meet the earthquake of icy forgetfulness in wild fire. A landslide

And the lineage of existence does not fade. I try to wipe off, the heavy showers of death, daily. The pains were rising, in every word, in every talk. As part of nothingness, I was trying to find happiness. Put

Spurred the kerosene to burn the logistics. I had moved on untrodden snow of tanned gifts. There was no tomorrow for me, living from moment to moment. The warships had moved into positions. Adoring the monotheisn, I still loved many

Vaccumed into my skin , I couldn’t breathe in the storm , so be it . You have me whole , without a doubt. The distant between us ripped our souls apart , Barely holding on to our memories hoping

In the bosom of a heart A mother bore a little one With all pangs of pain In motherhood and labor. In the chambers of her heart She kept him safe Suckled the little one With all her love. An

Who is wrong Who is Wrong I say Is it me because I went the wrong way? You are yelling you are screaming I’m listening but I’m not hearing I can’t, I can’t, you’re too loud, my ear is ringing

I keep thinking That the tears will stop That in time, They’ll just fade But the more the days and months pass The harder they come, Each time I cry I could just fall into an abyss I want to

Time gives And time takes. And where does it go, That what time Steals from us? Good Times Bad times. Us. Nobody knows. Are they lost to nothing? Are they somewhere else? Nobody knows. Doom? Salvation? Nobody knows. Those we

What they told us about Capitalism: We were told capitalism creates wealth, we were told capitalism brings the best in man, and with it, individual’s potentials are certainly attainable; we were told individual dreams and aspirations easily come to fruition

The lanes of my heart will be straight when you’ll leave It will never turn back to those steps you left Neither it will hold on those strings you weaved Nor will it wait for the shadow you shed The

Welcome…to the 5th world of mysticism well I see A Crystal Vision and consulting my big black book of Miracles to recite the incantation you need tonight with A wave of my hands and a flash of light I change

Some people like to say what’s wrong with this person or that person And of course, we’re all such easy pickings . . . Perhaps existence is, in some way, divided into what’s wrong, right, and unimportant between good, bad

This is an ode to the press. I write a lot of these leading up to publications I care about. This one was unique, I sketched on some boxes, used some spray paint and some sharpies. In the space above

You’re the reason why I’m here I have questions but, frankly, you won’t hear Mom, why’d you have to go that early? You released my hands and let it move freely. I’m near to full But for god’s sake I

your nan, your grama your whatever you called ‘er a soft place to fall if mom & dad hollered chores for a quarter, sleep-overs for fun love aplenty, wisdom a ton strong cementing, dependable fixture penchant for silliness stirred into

It’s just a way of life said the man with the gun, you win it or you lose it when all’s said and done. But the odds and the favour can be tipped over here by a winning smile from

Was it necessary to see, what you wanted me to see, when I was keeping open my wound to hear the unheard scream? What was that which was getting in air? A little disjointed time, asking peace for the land,

Well and it seems everybody must be doing their last Minute Christmas shopping today So now I avoid the interstate after the standstill I was In this morning I’ve heard your new hit song on the radio twice already Babe

Captivating eyes, yes eyes, those eyes, I gazed at èm, heard sound of drum, The day I was right in the front, was that just a hunt? First look, deep inside them, left me numb, Wonder why those mesmerising eyes

Oh my Moonflower! I am collecting the carcasses Of your love in my memoir. When the rites are over I shall find you across the island Floating in a boat of garlands. Trying to reach you in the other land

Let it rain, let it rain! O Mighty let it rain, For it gives no pain, The wonderful fire flies shine Above this huge brine Currents flowing like the blood in my veins But humans are not like rains Once

In Chicago, by the early 70’s, many great churches had taken flight Off to suburbia they went, seeking refuge from crime and blight In the late 60’s, one man answered the call to win the lost to Christ He moved

When I close my eyes Everything tumbles down. All that I know, All that I love and cherish, In seconds, turns to dust. A bleak vision of what may come… All I can do is sit And weep for my

I can never betray you for sure, Neither can leave you this way, For you are the one who taught me everything And nothing what I’m today. Everyone believes praying is a must, But I say that’s just a trust.

In a story that i wanna tell there are tracks often traveled but for different reasons but i travel to find myself For when i first visited they held a part of me captive and no, i do not go

I wrote this poetry As I found your beauty Where words that still unsaid Feelings that still undead. I wrote this poetry Because of you And not because of fortune and fame I wrote this poetry Trying not to impress

We teach people about you, we get the word out. How is it that some have doubt? In times like these what are we to do? Deep within us we know your word is true. Help us, guide us, tell

Turnover my secret past I have to dig up my future In the hour of crumbling walls and dark clouds. Pale moon becomes a beacon in another version of solitude where nobody speaks of sores and premature death. I stay

Identification of the Cutest Creation Ever! ‘He’ or ‘It’- What should I call? A God’s creation that came into existence, Thirteen years ago. A creation of flesh and bone, Purely naïve and totally ignorant About the cruelties and cleverness Of

The grass turns grey and the mist prevades the space There is a beauty afar over the river who’s in an anxious wait I would go against the current and snuggle up to her even though there are rapids and

Happiness Happens , When the Sun shines , bird rhymes , flower blooms , and river flows . Happiness Happens , When the airs breeze , ice freeze , clouds thunder , and kids wonder . Happiness Happens , When

If A flower be So Beautiful, Colourful And Fragrant As the Rose, It Will need All the thorns To ward off Transgressors And, Protect Its honour!

One, Too many firsts, Two, We got sand in our shoes, Three, You wanted to keep seeing me. One, trigger word for gay beginnings, Two, times with denim jackets and black bottoms, Three, Popcorn, jelly tots and prawn tempura sushi.

What if we were brave What is we dared to do all we wanted Would that be good Would that be bad It could be both It could be neither A choice would appear before us A choice between two

A nebula rises unfazed after fission: after a fractured debate, greed crouching on the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers. In remote history someone was burning itself out. A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to championship. Ankles swell up.

Speak to me in the lone nights, when all but your eyes watch The crowded clouds up, and the grunting dogs under lights, Empty and flare-smooth shadows of us may join in perfect Calmness and stunning peace of night; A

I met a bird, flying low in the sky, deep drowned in tears, arranging food for her little birdie. I fell in love with the bird, gave her a name “Diva” My Birdie. We sang the song of life, bestowed

A beautiful bud bloomed, When a butterfly gently touched, Slowly unfolding her petals, Singing the most melodious tune, In her rejoicing heart. As the butterfly kissed her, She danced in the gentle breeze, With a twinkle in her eyes, Feeling

I’m up shit creek, this time, Granddad. My madness Isn’t paying off like it did, When I made her happy and Delirious, in love. I look Up to the clouds, hoping that You are, at least, there to Listen. I