Suddenly she hadn’t the heart to quarrel.
‘He’s faithless and won’t change’
and with that thought was freed.
After he had gone out, she packed
and put her suitcase by the door.
A last look before leaving.
The rug chosen together in Istanbul,
chess set lovingly given him.
‘Three years and nothing.’
She walked towards the traffic and hailed a taxi,
in her raised hand the black queen.
Serene and silent
autumn is
my favorite season,
showing the colors
in the setting sun.
Its brush, a dried wildflower
bouquet. in deep rose,
dusty plum, rusty red,
wine and tangerine,
golden-yellow,
and marigold,
beholden in my eyes
until the snow flies
moving autumn aside
the earth turning sterile white.
there are some emotions that are always crippling
Crippling Anxiety.
Crippling Depression.
Crippling Loneliness.
like thugs on the bad side of town,
having a night out with their bats,
and bam,
the knock your legs out from under you knock the breath out of you
crippling
you
until you can’t walk,
only crawl.
but these thugs,
have only begun.
they start shouting slurs.
they step on your hands and break your fingers,
they decide to all stand on your back,
until your ribs give out and you feel completely
one with the concrete
you have to give up,
you want to give up,
you’re crippled.
Crippling Depression is the leader of the gang.
He’s always cold and wears every piece of clothing he’s found on the street.
three dirty, dusty jackets, each one more beat up than the next.
one pair of too big basketball shorts over ripped, blackened jeans.
two hats, three earmuffs, and a few pairs of gloves.
he hasn’t showered in months,
and, in fact, looks like he’s purposefully wiped mud on his face and hands
to prove a point that he doesn’t care-at all.
Although he’s cold,
he never wears socks,
or ties his shoes.
He just can’t be bothered.
Crippling Anxiety, comes second round the corner
jittery, and skinny. You almost want to buy him a drink,
get him a bump. You feel almost bad for him until
you realize
he’s peed himself many times in the past few days
and hasn’t bothered to find new pants
and he’s the type of man,
you’d think,
has many other pairs of pants.
He has nice clothes.
At least from TJ Maxx.
They are wrinkled in ways you’ve never seen clothes wrinkled.
His pants have creases where they’re tight in the thighs-
his shirt has been starched, yet somehow has wrinkles in the collar,
it seems actually skillful that someone is this crumpled up.
His eyes are small and his hair is buzzed.
You wouldn’t dare look him in the eye,
but don’t worry,
he won’t either.
Crippling Loneliness closes the pack off.
He’s heavy, with dark craters under his eyes,
accompanying craters and pot marks of pimples that have been picked
on his cheeks and chin.
His body seems to have grown around where his arms stay
crossed over his chest.
His expression is pretty empty, and there aren’t any wrinkles or marks
on his face to give any sort of map that he’s ever lifted his eyebrows
or moved his mouth to the side to copy some sort of smile.
As they round the corner.
It’s easy, for one half-a-second,
to pity them.
Until they pull
a bat,
a muzzle,
and a pocket knife
out from behind their backs.
You welcome the pain that’s bound to come
with open arms.
It’s the most action you’ve been a part of
in months.
And the boys?
They get to feel useful
for a few minutes
until they cripple themselves right after.
Depression always goes after Loneliness,
and Loneliness grabs Anxiety,
while Anxiety holds Depression’s hands behind his back.
So you can army crawl away,
until they somehow find you
the next day.
THE BLIZMO PRODUCTIONS Presents
Whose voice do I hear?
Say which way to follow for a better tomorrow when
Tunnels are very dark, nightmares coming back, and…
I hear voices, different languages but…
I can’t pick my mother tongue.
What language do you speak?
And why my nation did you pick?
Enslave my people and turned my brothers against me.
Just like yesterday, I am still living for
Hope of a better tomorrow
Just like yesterday, the day before today it was sorrow
I am still confused with the idea of unity when only one race is involved. And my life feels like was borrowed I mean
Yesterday still alive today and tomorrow is just a dream.
A dream that will never come…
Now tell I where we going when priests owns jewellery stores,
You still treat sisters like whores
And politicians own mines.
The six has turned into nine.
If in church we meet gangsters…
There we meet all sinners.
But who is protecting us?
Tell me what you doing?
When you sit and watch children abuse alcohol and drugs
I dare you don’t care or…
Scared to make a step when streets asking for help…
And sisters are getting raped.
Who is leading here? Whose voice do I hear?
Tell me which way to follow for
A better tomorrow,
The storm is coming back.
What was once blue is now yellow.
Every hope is now gone.
Is my mission done? Why do I still feel alone?
Let your life be an inspiration and make that be ye mission.
Now pay attention in all you do,
We are all looking at you,
Children wants to be like you,
Sisters look at you as a hero,
Brothers be looking at you as an example.
But I be looking at you the same way,
My fathers did yesterday
Unchanged man,
Unchained man from the past,
Slavery, non-patriotic, still living sovereign,
Listening to the voice of minority,
A stranger we gave home and
Now wants to control my humility
Forcing me to enrol choicelessly, and concuss me
Taking my power and confuse me,
Obscure us all so they can rule over our soil,
Stealing our oil, killing our souls,
Use us as tools. And calls us fools.
But you and I, share the same roots
We not fools, or anyone’s tools,
Bad or good, red is the colour of my blood
Now pay attention in what they telling you,
If it’s to hate me, tell them the truth.
We share blood, a cut on you will cause me pain.
And then you limits my speech, no freedom.
But who’s leading our people?
Who’s talking for us? Or…
Who’s taking us to freedom?
I am still forced to speak thy language,
Beaten with a wooden stick,
Forced to do hard labour even when I am sick.
But ask me whose voice I heard
I heard you,
You selling us out,
You afraid to spend life in prison.
I heard you saying okay,
You don’t care about our generation
Including the one’s coming, including my son Hakim.
A leader being led. So you follow, you don’t lead,
And tomorrow, you can’t reach to the nation, because
The people who stood by you till that position,
Be sitting at home looking at you and see a contagion.
Can you handle the situation? Do you care about the religion?
Do you have any notion to lead the nation?
Tell me what you doing?
Because no one is protecting us,
No one is fighting for our rights,
No one is taking care of our sisters or our streets.
No one is turning boys into men
And then no one talks for our children.
So pay attention in what they telling you,
If it’s to hate me, tell them the truth.
We share blood, a cut on your heart will make me bleed.
But now let this to you be a caution
Let your life be an inspiration and make that be ye mission.
Now pay attention in all the wrong you doing,
It must come back to you.
By Bliz Mordiop.
Ever since I could remember
I’ve been a member and yet a number
Left to fate of odd identity
With a soul hardened against the trinity
None calls on me on family meeting
Year after year time keeps fleeting
I, born into a world of singularity
Happiness hardly a shared plurality
All ears reject the sound of my voice
As the sense I speak become mere noise
Living a life with no hearer
A pain that server the word sharer
I know the pain of being lonely
As I share my thoughts solely
My situation is a woeful gravity
As it hollows me into a deadly cavity
©Paa A. Boateng
I’m just going to push the boat out,
spit some words and mess about.
That’s what I love about writing,
when you start out you have no idea what to talk about.
Then words just appear out of thin air,
with flare, with the power of a prayer.
Single words can lead to warfare
or they can take you from little bear to billionaire.
Most people are unaware of the power they possess,
so they walk around in a mess, or worst still in distress.
Yet they say they want success.
But they cant even control their words,
with any kind of finesse.
“Thats unfair, you know I’m depressed!”
Ok, I guess you need a recess.
Most people say they want to succeed, but have no idea what it takes,
so they sit at home smoking weed.
“It’s ok for you, you had it easy!”
Really?
It took me 20 years to get here.
I’ve got ringing in both my ears.
“You must be crazy?”
Yeah, but like Jay-Z, I’m not lazy.
“20 years sounds like a life sentence?”
True, but now it feels like transcendence.
Self rule is a tool you can use to gain your Independence.
My love for you should be received without doubt.
My love is pure.
My love for you is real.
My love will never fail you.
I will never leave, nor forsake you.
You are My love.
I love you.
I have a fancy to live high
Above the sky
I resorted to a skyscraper
To satiate my aspiration and desire
I felt extremely contented with my glamour and clamor
I am superior from many out of my endeavor
It is my strong belief
Out of ability and potentiality I am enjoying such wonderful relief!
I am in smug and feeling safe
I am isolated from lot who are just despicable to my jest
Everyday I enjoy my usual design of livelihood
Where electric lift and other gadgets make my comfortable life with sheer gratitude
Hardly I am capable to comprehend the buzzing sound in loud
The nature as well trees and plants in and around me too struggling to reach out
Above the sky is too their aspiration
Whether photosynthesis or in respiration
They continuously work with perspiration
How to express their entity in valor
To make themselves distinct too in nature’s floor!
Unlike Xylem and Phloem in plants construction
We human can travel for our existence in bidirectional
With our distinct capacity to think and rethink
We explore the nature’s floor to prove our superior extinct
But when a natural catastrophe hound us
We could comprehend evidently how insignificant our gravity which we claim in boisterous
We helplessly witness the uprooted trees became the softest victims
Like in man made war where children and women too subjected to few atrocious regimes
Helplessly they are decimated
Their obituary never being scripted
But their dedication will never be suppressed
They are true pedestal on which on which human civilization propelled!
I wonder if there is no existence of trees and plants in nature’s surface
As I recently observed huge quantity of them suddenly became moribund and dead
Being uprooted and devastated by the attack of a cyclone
Engulfing us with a life threatening menace
Alarmingly nature conveying the message of its rage
Tough fighting against nature is our inherent tendency
How could we expect from nature on us its clemency
Subduing nature is still beyond our capacity
Yet we are still engaged in fight within to subdue majority within our fraternity
Not knowing how they too may react to obliterate few’s entity!
We few are perhaps considering only privileged
With audacity and ego we dare to cause huge rampage
Nature will surely take its toll
In due time to obliterate our superiority with hyperbole!
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STUDENT:
It’s me again,Lord
Thank you for the chicken mummy fried for dinner yesterday
If only she had added a little more salt, it would have been awesome.
(PLEASE DON’T TELL HER, she can easily cancel the burger king date)
Can you please allow my younger sister to forget about the Oreos ice-cream
this afternoon, so I can take it tonight and say it was a mistake?
God, (sighs deeply) is school really important?
I know the bible says that we should study to show ourselves approved but
What if I don’t want to prove myself to anybody? (throws hands up in despair)
I mean with teachers like Mr. Alphius, Mr. Lucovic and Ms. Irene,
how can I ever be happy? Ms. Irene
It’s not about her looks, ermmmmm…. She’s pretty… you created her well,
But does she know how difficult it is to meet her homework deadlines?
That woman is so difficult to convince… soooooo difficult that
On a difficulty scale from 1 to 10
She is probably like 9.92341
And about Mr. Alphius let me not even go there
He’s a pain
I cannot even ask him a simple question
Without him blasting me
I mean how I am supposed to learn if I can’t even ask questions?
Lord, I know you say we should put our trust in you and you’ll provide for us
But Checkpoint Exams is just beyond my faith.
We’ve written like 5 progression tests and I don’t know what to believe anymore
I always pray Lord; you know I do
But I never get the grades I expect
Lord, trust me, I want to have blind Faith in you
But at my age, it’s very difficult to when there are so many distractions
And my calls to you are unanswered
Dear lord I know I sin a lot like…. a lot
And always ask for forgiveness and sometimes if I was you
I wouldn’t even forgive myself
Remember the time I lied to Mr. Aikins that I had done my homework even though I spent my whole night talking to Jayden on the phone. And I was searching in my bag as if I had done it in the first place.
Lord I’m sorry for all those times that I tried to talk to you
And got distracted by my phone.
LORD! The final exams are almost here
I will put you first
I will put you second
I will put you third
In fact, its all about you, JESUS.
Please help me
I’m sorry
TEACHER:
Finally, I have time to talk to you
With all the marking and teaching I have to do
I never have time though I know I should make time
Lord my students are failing and I don’t know what to do
Am I a bad teacher??????
Lord, I have learnt that teaching is a calling.
Could it be that perhaps you didn’t call me?
I have tried so many things but nothing has worked
In fact, my boss said if they didn’t pass their next test
I would be fired.
I can’t lose another job…. I need the money
I’m not even done with my masters
degree and I’m desperate.
How do you even select the students who come to my class?
Rosa? Lord, Rosa? Oh
What did I do wrong? I have read the story of Dr. Ben Carson but God
This 4-4-2 formation of
Rosa-Leila-Dana-Justine
Claire-Addison-Rae-Charlie
Chase and Anthony ………………… is just like Chelsea against Bayern Munich :3,0
Rosa and Claire…this girl never stops talking with that other girl Leila
Who doesn’t know how to respect her elders?
Oh God
Dana and Charlie…. and I’ve tried Lord. Trust me, I have.
I don’t know how to help her.
How can you get 7 out of 30 on a test about a topic I just taught the day before?
I mean is it even believable?
I feel like Chase and Anthony just want to see me have a mental breakdown.
Lord, your word says we can overcome any challenge
but these children are more than mountains
Can you make them plains?
Lord, I know I’m not supposed to complain but I’ve had enough.
You didn’t promise that the road will be smooth
but this one I am on is worse than rocky springs!
I’m calling on you Lord. Please answer.
GOD:
(Sighs) O my child!
Not this again
We’ve had this conversation many times
You don’t seem to get it
How many times do I have to say
That you can’t do anything without me?
Maybe if I was the first thing on your mind in the morning
I would’ve noticed you.
It seems you only come to me in times of need
Or in tough situations.
I said in my Word that I will deliver you in times of trouble
But I also said you must love me with all you heart, soul and body.
Your lifestyle doesn’t include me and
It breaks my heart.
I need you to trust me
Trust me when I say seek me first and all the things you want
Will be yours
Trust me when I say I will be with you always
You’ve forgotten that Rosa is my child too?
Sometimes it’s just not her fault
But your fault for not knowing that foolishness
Is bound to the hearts of children
Or if you knew
You didn’t drive it away well.
You are trying your best
I can see
And you made the right choice coming to me
I’m a very jealous God
And I’ve made it very clear that I don’t tolerate any
Type of idols
I will say it clearly
Your phone is your idol
You don’t believe me?
What’s the first thing you think about when you get up?
When your mother takes it away from you
You look like a day-old baby who has been deprived of milk for 8 hours!
I miss those times when you used to read your bible everyday
And be happy to go to church everyday
Singing on the way, “everyday”
Now you find it boring ANYWAY
So next time you pray to me
Consider me,
Put me first in your life
and don’t exploit My Grace.
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What are you tryna do? I’m somewhat confused.
Why are you on the ground, acting like you’re bruised?
Why is it dat you seem to suffer?
When I was the one who had it tougher.
And even though I couldn’t have had it rougher,
I wished at least you were happy, duffer.
A little of smartness, with a hint of heart.
Your special recipe. Your perfect black art.
I was the one left with a bleeding heart.
So why are you acting like you’re the one hurt?
The beautiful dream that I so lovingly built,
Covered in red with the blood that you spilt.
You chose to be the one holding the hilt.
So why all of a sudden, the facade of guilt?
I was the one caged in what was your lair.
So why do you seem like the one in despair?
You take the blame and act like you care.
Trying to make me feel bad? Isn’t it unfair?
You said you liked dark but your favorite was red.
Oh how I loved you! For you, I bled.
But you wouldn’t see it. Turned your back on me instead.
And you say you loved me too now dat I’m dead?
Why are you still alone?
I thought that we were done.
You say you’re trying to atone.
But what’s dead will never be reborn.
Keep your sarcasm and your wisdom.
You can go back to where you came from.
Barge in my life and played the system.
You’re the criminal. Not the victim.
What suffering do you talk about? What pain?
When it was me who was left barely sane.
You won the battle. So why dont you go reign?
Declare yourself the king, almighty and vain.
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