The bent tree

The roots are drumming
With their toes buried deep and humming

They are sending an unlikely rhythm
Up and so vigorous that they cannot fathom

So tireless are the leaves, waving as they warn
About the new dance from now on

The wind is forced to obey and subdue
As the caged birds sing their resting place in due

All is surrendering for the day has come
When the bent tree is straightened for the ravaged sum

The falling wall

As it hikes high and sites like a bold might

As it screams ragged feel and beams with gut zeal

At it packs sands and sacked cement lands

As it stands nigh with its back in great sigh

The falling wall yields its sound in frail light

psycho silence

The lioness is without place
And she refuses to be caged
So she wanders and pants in rage
As hunger sites her cubs and ego in plague

As for the lion, he is resisting to be found
His moves leave no traces in the compound
His fast paces and runs are simply without sound
Though his big feet stamp her womb with a pound

Surely she is left with red eyes
Anger outgrows patience in size
And her cubs look more and more like mice
As frustrations spray hot water at her sight

She devours their heads with her claws
Her evil side is in the light without flaws
Their lifeless bodies lie symmetrically in a land free of laws
The taste of blood she sips from their skulls

But in an instant she hears nearer a vigorous panting
The trees and grass in front begin to make way; fainting
And the lion appears in a hurry before the lioness who is tainting
With a dead deer like he went hunting

So there, in the most unlikely scene, they stood in psycho silence

You

Maame is writing a poem about you.
You, who knows me more the pleasant few.
How I do go about claiming “not you I love do”?
You, who is afraid to lose me and the same
You who is afraid to love me who is not a tame
Aint that a shame?

Jennifer is serenading you, fool
To think that I will subdue and drool
When all you are sometimes is a weekly lustful tool
But to think about telling me to be calm
When I am about to blow up like an alarm
Is the reason why you still soothe my mind like a balm

I am tell you like it is, sir
I love you and maybe it is not fair
That the best of my love is not part of your share
But isn’t it enough when I care
Is the sweet juice of my lips when we kiss not there?
Why not trust it when I say it is you that I prefer