Footsteps on mud

They are derelict structures
Inhabited not even by flowing air
They are tongues that osculate
With no one but themselves
Their eye's feast
 are pneumatic bodies
As Their hands work to mould, towers or poles of pleasure
They are worshippers in bodies
Made as shrines
Their hearts are burning candles
And passion is the incense.
Coil.
Recoil.
Ululate.
Their lips sing glossolalia
While their chests seeks room to breathe into
They precipitate slowly
Like mistmag
Then they find themselves the ground,
when they find that no wine
Or product of the vine
Holds the joystick to their brain
It was them all along
All trampled upon
There's many footsteps on this mud.
El Romantique

The Inevitable

Isn't it funny?

How most of humanity are not scared of death

Or the manner in which they'd die

But are rather terrified of how life will go on after they die.

Fugacious moments when few tears will be cried and that's the end.

Ephemeral seasons when few hearts will bleed, then be healed

And their names will be whispers, till it's heard no more

And all that'll prove they existed would be their handmade chapbooks

And the memory of them will be evanescently dried off

Like the morning dew on chaparrals..

Isn't it funny?

How mankind doesn't realize, death is not the only thing that's inevitable?

That the clock will go on ticking is inevitable

That people will go on living is inevitable

That your dearest friends will one day go back to work, is inevitable

The fact that the stars will still glitter

and the birds will still sing

and the sun will still shine

and the lovers will still love

and the babies will still cry

and the teens will still party

and the singers will still sing

and the clowns will still joke

and the writers will still write

and your mother would still smile

is inevitable.

And you can't really blame the world.

For you'd do just the same

Be it, you were in their shoes
Nwokpe Precious

It will be fine.

Take a deep breath
Put your mind at rest
Feel the cool air around you
Allow your mind to flow with it.

See the good side of life
Allow your eyes to feel it
Are you still thinking of those negative thoughts?
OK. Let it out.

Cry it out
Scream it out
Until the pain is out
Until the sadness is over
Now open your mind to a new dawn
Let the darkness fade away.

Close the door of negativity
And open the door of positivity
Shut the door of sadness
And open the door of happiness.

Happiness and love
These you should hold on to
Feed your focus
And starve your distraction
Never lose your fight
Everything will fall in place.

Happy for nothing

So the radio aired that our lots in life had outweighed that of my friend Job,that bipolar the doctor said got our premolars older,yes! that our plans to make things better never worked out,yes! The hospitals had now become busier than the marketsquares,that our losses outweighed the gains life had thrown at us,oh yes!,that instead of breaking free,it was a resume of relapses,panic attacks,even doubting our existence, physically we look able but deep down we feel disabled. We forget we are still alive.

But I ask, when last did we kit up so well not for a function but to take a walk and observe our environment, take a gaze at the rhythmic flight of birds in the sky, watch the lizards fight over territories that humans walked past everyday.

Yes when last did we walk to the road, its middle, not for a suicide attempt but to sit and take a picture.
Oh yes! when last did we leave our minds empty for some minutes with nothing to bother us.

We forgot how to dance to the beats, we forgot we could still do the legworks,why? Because our minds had been accustomed to mood swings, getting sad for nothing.

If we can be sad for nothing, can't we be happy for nothing? If we could ask "Is life worth living?" couldn't we also answer why life is worth living? what if things get really better and our smile muscles have become atrophied and our frown muscles hyperthrophied. Would we have to hit the gym to fix it up?

But what if things stay the same till we had a taste of the real life, wouldnt we wish we had made a smile out of a reason for a frown? Let's make our enemy confused, he does deserve to be.The moody days will come, lets be happy for nothing today, tomorrow might never come, the key is there, you know where? RIGHT IN OUR HANDS, JUST THERE...


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Dedicated to queen laka

Far from home

To the heart of a continent, there we shall set sail
We tried to protest but to no avail
Ours is a journey not of our will, for on it we wail
Row, row they scream and with whips they strike.
Our faces filled with tears, for we all look alike
Our fathers heads, pinned on spikes why? We are black
Food, clothing, this and many more we lack
Yells and abuses, screams all on our head, they say we are slack
If we fall asleep or faint they whip and say we are whack
Our spirits have been broken, we try to see our future, but it's all too dark
Our captors have no regard for us, to them, we're freaks
Monkey they call us at all times, and yet we have been starved for weeks
How long will the monkey labor without banana, as we beg to die
The young ones as consolation simply ask, God why?
Why did you make us this way, we never requested to be black
All we prayed for was to have a good life and make our mark
Now all we wish is "time, just turn back!"
We look back, in the general direction of our homes
We look back at our former lives that are now lost to us
With hands chained together, the only consolation we have is trust that our homes are not lost.
Some of us were sold, the majority of us were taken away by force
Our memories of home gradually fade away, we are forbidden to speak to each other, and that's the worst
Oppressed, dominated and scattered about, our heritage we have lost track
Bruised, broken, bleeding and sore we step onto the slave mongers market.
They tear us apart like wolves in a pack!
Oh! a foreign land we have come and here we shall die, for us, there will never be a going back




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If I would live my mother's life 1

If i would leave her life then i would lick up ur nasal excrement since u are yet to learn how to let it out.i would show you pictures in our family album and tell u the same story about it so much so that u knew my nextline.If i would live her life then i would pursue you when u jumped a storey saying you were leaving and i never wanted u to.I would let you place those heads on my lap not minding the fact u have become a man.only i would lay low to cut your nails cus you never would.when you hid your problems from me feeling like you were now a man i cried my mind saying"when did he grow up?".when your temperature hit a go i stayed awake all through the night to balance your it.when your wry smile surfaced i knew you were hiding something.oh oh if i would live her life then i would be ready to share your taste of pain only if you could transfer some to me.



If dad called to check upon you twice,i would do so five and a half times.No matter how old i am,we would joke like we were just kids.I would endure the deteriorating love of your father....his beatings ...but i would choose to stay cus of you my daughter.My tearglands would get filled so quickly and spill over.When you tell me how distressing your aches i would tell how i tell you how i became friends with pain some twenty years back.When your troubles trouble me i would kneel before him to stand up to your challenges.My hands would lay on anything menial to provide food with no shame..My love for you will end when men surpass women in the village markets.when the time starts to trek backwards.
Would it be those moments when you got scared of what kind of love i had for you or when i was willing to save your life with mine to loose..If i would live her life then my hands would be willing to receive warmly children brought to the world by other wombs.I would remind you time after time how wicked the world is.. My straight to the point proverbial sayings would serve as a guide for you.I wonder how such love could really exist.oh a friend once said if a nursing mother would abandone her child i wouldn't,what a comparison...even your stylus doubts if its inscriptions are well represented cus paper seems not to be able to hold my story
If i could live her life,then i.....
TO BE CONTINUED

NEWEST CUL DUDE INSPIRED

The importance of a sister

A sister is someone who loves you from the heart,
No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart.
She is a joy that cannot be taken away,
Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

A friend who helps you through difficult times,
Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
A partner who fills your life with laughs and smile,
These memories last for miles and miles.

When she is by your side, the world is filled with life,
When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
A sister is a blessing who fills your heart with love,
She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
She doesn't let you get bored at family dealings.
Whether you are having your ups or downs,
She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

With a sister, you cannot have a grudge.
She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
Having a sister is not just a trend,
It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend
© Shiv Sharma

A penny for your feelings

A penny for your feelings
Here take a penny, its for your feelings
Cos what you say to me has no meaning
I never wanted you from the start
Its too bad that it seems I played with your heart
But you mistook my actions for a green light
It was never my intentions, my intentions were good
I never had plans of changing and spoiling your mood
I never said the words, you just assumed them
And now you want to put the blame on all men
When it was you who couldn't control your emotions
You kept on pressurizing and showed constant devotion
Endless calls, my battery couldn't last much
And the texts, my memory couldn't deal with such
Yes I get it, I'm so easy for one to fall in love with
I'm so cool I'm everything, I'm just the right fit
But hey, here's a penny, take it for your feelings
I'm sorry I never meant it, it wasn't my willing
How was I to know, things will get over your head
I couldn't resist you, you were such a good friend
And now it pains me, that we have to part this way
Believe me I really feel sorry, I mean what I say
And so I'm left with no choice but to leave you with this penny
To prove my innocence and my regret amongst many

Stay Humble.

Stay as humble as you can, no matter what happens in life. There are so many people out there struggling to survive; everything you have is a blessing. When you make progress with a venture, it’s amazing, but there are people out there who evaluate progress as just finding a meal.

Know your enemy

I laughed out loud.why? he thought i couldn't spot him out from the crowd.I just caught a glimpse of him take of his mask and replace it with another.

My mind got tickled when my heart told it,lets play along with the fool.
So i strolled,knocking on my enemy's enemy's door,leaving his desk filled with my vomit of worries,saliva of taunts and tears of complaints.I finally left his room with a plan we came up with.

To bring no peace,no calm,no rest but problems

I know my enemy,Do you?

Newest Cul Dude inspired

My fake identity

I sat in a room all alone, but I was difficult to find
Was it gigantic, filled up? Or where those searching blind?
How on earth could they be so close and yet not see one of their kind
I've been in class, answered present to my name but yet absent in mind
We're walking together, side by side on the street, but really I've left you behind
Yes, I'm not who you think I am, for all is really just vanity
I pretend to flow, to be what I'm not, hence the fake identity
I've been through a lot, seen hard times, no I won't announce it on the street
They've made me strong, made me bold, you wouldn't know I have cold feet
For people don't seem to care anymore, they just want the fake you
The one that's perfect and amazing, yes they would be friends too
But look beyond my smiling face, and you will see the line of my tears
Search my heart, explore my mind and you will find out about my fears
Forget about my shiny skin, for deep inside I've been cut for many years
And now back to my room, where I guess I'm gonna sit for all eternity
Until you get to know the real me and then I'll do away with my fake identity

He'll Never Know

He'll Never Know
By Jennifer

I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to scream, I want to cry.
Why can't I tell him goodbye?

I want to move on; I just can't let go.
I love him more than he will ever know.
I want to start over, I want to feel free!
But this pain will never leave me be.

He hurt me bad; the pain is deep
From all the promises he couldn't keep.
All the lies I heard him say
Are in my head and just won't fade.

How can I forget him, leave him behind?
Erase the memories from my mind?
He doesn't love me, and he never will.
He will never care how I feel.

The True Meaning Of Life.

The True Meaning Of Life
By Pat A. Fleming

The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.

People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.

Life wasn't easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn't care.

I stood on my own,
And I still found my way,
Through some nights filled with tears,
And the dawn of new days.

And now with old age,
It's become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.

And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.

And what's really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I'm the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It's my time to go.

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Ode To You

Ode To You
By Carl Sinclair

Every morning I see your face,
And for that fleeting second I'm in a different place,
A place where we smiled, laughed, and talked,
A place where we could hold hands wherever we walked,
I'm reminded of this each and every day,
Then the sleep clears and it's all blown away.

Realization sets in and I'm all alone,
I quickly have to check my phone,
In case you've called or sent me a text,
Then it hits harder as what come next,
Is the empty screen with your smiling face,
And the emptiness of this forsaken place.

I wither up inside as all my hopes disappear,
And the burn in my heart really starts to sear,
I sink back in my bed and think of you,
And wonder if there's anything I can do,
I'm knocked back every time I try to get through,
And now the decision is up to you.

Leave me out here in the cold and the rain,
Leave me to choke on the tears and the pain,
Missing you every minute of every day,
Loving you more and more in my way,
One day, my love, this will all be like a dream,
I just hope we can dream it together in our place so serene.

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Hopelessly In Love

Hopelessly In Love
By Keith Hank

Before I met you,
I felt that I couldn't love anyone,
That nobody would be able to fill the void in my heart,
But that all changed when I met you.
Then I came to realize you were always on my mind.
You're funny and sweet.
You make me laugh and smile.
You take away all my anger and sadness.
You make me weak when I talk to you.
Then I started to write poems about you.
Now I have come to realize that I am hopelessly in love with you.

When she means so much to you.

Seasons Of Grief

Seasons Of Grief
By Belinda Stotler

Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf,
From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief?
How can I go on or find a way to be strong?
Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song?

Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark.
Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.

Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me,
Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea?
How can I fill the void and deep desperate need
To replant my heart with hope's lovely seed?

Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling face
And for a moment I escape to a serene happy place;
Remembering the laughter and all you would do,
Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you.

Shall spring's cheerful flowers bring life anew
And allow me to forget the agony of missing you?
Will spring's burst of new life bring fresh hope
And teach my grieving soul how to cope?

Sometimes I'll read a treasured card you had given me
And each word's special meaning makes me see,
The precious gift of love I was fortunate to receive,
And I realize you'd never want to see me grieve.

Shall summer's warm brilliant sun bring new light,
And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight?
Will its gentle breezes chase grief's dark clouds away,
And show me a clear path towards a better day?

When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace,
I know that death and heaven brought you release;
I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea,
And, until I join you, that'll have to be enough for me.

For all the remaining seasons of my life on earth,
There'll be days I'll miss your merriment and mirth,
And sometimes I'll sadly long for all the yesterdays;
Missing our chats and your gentle understanding ways.

Yet, the lessons of kindness and love you taught me,
And the good things in life you've helped me to see;
Linger as lasting gifts that comfort and will sustain,
Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again.

Before The Execution.

BEFORE THE EXECUTION
By Pelican.

The wind of regret blows,
This deep feeling of despair grows,
All that remains is a mirage,
Parked all my shortcomings into wishful garage,
Locked up in this prison of inaction,
Silence and patiently waiting are now my only reaction,
I guess my cup is full,
It's clear I've been a fool,
I wish I didn't do the things I did,
I wish to turn back time and go back to being a kid,
I wish I wasn't a blind believer of love,
I wish I can just fly away like a dove,
Heartbreak seems to be my shadow,
Tears seems to be my pillow,
Emptiness is all I see when I look into the mirror,
Turned out to be the villain in my quest of being the hero,
Waiting for the end is a tough wait,
Memories of love now filled with hate,
Someday this prison door will be open,
But it's not for freedom,
It's for the day my eyes will no longer be woken,
Elegy and eulogy will be the anthem,
An ode on that day will be condemned,
But that's not really the day I died,
I died the day for you I cried,
For me there will be no resurrection,

Heartbroken, I died many times before my execution.

Will You Ever?

Will You Ever?
By Kaitlyn M.Yawn

I don't think you will
Ever fully understand
How you've touched my life
And made me who I am.

I don't think you could ever know
Just how truly special you are,
That even on the darkest nights
You are my brightest star.

You've allowed me to experience
Something very hard to find,
Unconditional love that exists
In my body, soul, and mind.

I don't think you could ever feel
All the love I have to give,
And I'm sure you'll never realize
You've been my will to live.

You are an amazing person,
And without you I don't know where I'd be.
Having you in my life
Completes and fulfills every part of me.

Burn The Beauty.

Burn The Beauty
By Elizabeth McCrorie

One does not own beauty,
One creates it.
In their dreams
They feel they can obtain it.

All alone, in a dark nights
rest.
All their thoughts.....
Lifeless.

Cursed by change
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth
Beauty now dies.

They don't understand
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns
Smoke in the air.

Years go by
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out
Life is giving in.

Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
You're all alone
In your beautiful lies!