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Literature / I Remember That by drdraz(m): 10:44pm On Jun 16, 2015 |
As she bend reaching for the broken pen out of her pulse Starring at the middle line shape of her breastfeeding arouse my emotions Dangling around in chain of what not to do The scorching sun burns through my skin in fever So thirsty I presumed it was With sweat dripping down from beneath my bald head She rises to her stand staring at my innocent eye The dark preacher humming softly While the sacred house close to the mosque With both door opened slammed shut by her first word . Bald like the winter soldier My bald hair grows wild and wide of word to describe As do the words out of my mouth Banished out from beneath my tongue I know you not But like the falling star I await your landing at my stairs |
Literature / Dancing Masquerade by drdraz(m): 11:31am On Nov 08, 2013 |
What time of festive season is this crowd assembled like pieces of moving clouds children enjoying the chase of the masked ragged being echoes of the masked surround the atmosphere covered in pieces of fabrics a pretense know to the festive Dancing in acrobat drizzling softly to the incantation summon spell of the powerful changes appearances of the weak the street alive with sound that envy and also of cries that defy broad-day transformation,transfix the cloud changing appearances to the sound of the drum covered in rags like the aged chimp what a quiet festive where bird dies from the concussion cause by echoes sweet like the falling dew of the night and sour like the pure drizzling rain fall mysteries of the covered costume petting the daily needs of the gods of iron battle of the dressed clothed beast hiding in the costume of the sacred cow relic of an ancient time battle between the masked is like a tread line centered to a burning flame like explosive the pouch of dancing masquerade explore the strength |
Literature / Abiku by drdraz(m): 3:53pm On Sep 23, 2013 |
Because your repeated calls torment your mother And your predestined to death makes her milk sour Abiku returns to plague the mother wondering around in circle of her womb That which he possess is death A wandering child Why not stay around and stay Why pester around a tired soul For her body rejects your calling The scarification from your last visit announce your present like ostrich you tend to death And both your parent grows weak and old of your repeated coming and torment Stay and play with your mate For the cow and cowries have been placed under the bamboo tree close to the river bank Along with the healthy pigeon For when you part your kindred spirit Then her womb heals |
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