Medusa's Mind Games

I have not cried for so long, "dried out wells" 
I fear I would not know how to wipe my own tears 

I have not laughed for so long, "locked up jaw" 
I fear I would no longer know how to smile again 

I have not danced for so long, "cobwebbed legs"  
I fear I have developed two left feet tripling on the floor  

I have not jumped for so long, "concrete grounded" 
I fear when I squat I would not make it up stack midway 

I have not dreamt for so long, "empty visions"  
I fear I would not find my way back if I do venture 

I have not tried learning how to swim for so long 
I fear I would drown if I try to, "a fish out of water"

I have not loved for so long "Missing hearts"
I fear I would break the pulsing vase from touch 

Between all that, each day I wake "ticking clocks"
Each day I live, each day I am as I am no other 

Each day I am and I do get on, just fine "the status qua" 
Only when I think such thoughts am I weakened 

Only when I look into the eyes of the mind "distorted mirrors"
Medusa of thoughts am I with fear, I fear I would, but not me 

Summer Night Dream

Most mammals in the sea are from the dream world 
Most dreams are of sea blue in dream state 
Psychedelic  illusions and slow moving creatures 

Mountains and hills, valleys with under current
Trees and rivers swinging on the waves 
In my dream I saw blue men with posture 

They moved slow and with lucid grace 
They pondered with arms to their chin hold 
Lamenting of yesterday, they held an aura of mystic 

Most days at summer night with the moon blue 
All just seems like the dream world of the seas  
When everything familiar becomes so alien 

An Obsession (1 of 3)

I have an obsession with the night 

It draws me in, like a feed 

Every night with transformation  

Oh, what mystery the nights holds 

From the earth to the heavens and beyond 

Darkness surrounds the blueness of  sky 

It leaves my defined ideation clouded in lost 

It says it all and says nothing at all  

Infecting my  mind to wonder madly 

Between  the safeness of dreams 

And nightmares haunt, that follows 

Surrealism conjures images and thoughts 

Insomnia would not excuse, as escape  

Invasion of thoughts that ponders wildly 

Orging with pleasure and of guilt and scare 

Drawn into hallucination with opened eyes wide 

Blearing borders of reality and dreams

Compelling with tacit, holding grounds at night 

I have an obsession with the night 
It wakes my primal being 
To tickle my senses 

Close to dreams

A step close to the ocean sea, fairy-tales lay 
Where I am to be made, held to crown  
The fisher of my dreams 


I have travelled far, to get to this shore 
I have walked through the forest 
Battled beast and many more  


I have escaped the trenches 
Dug by my foe, wishing my fall 
I have prayed for fresh water 


To quench my taste 
I have sweated, buckets  full 
And sucked my shirt, so I walk without  


Finally, I saw the shore line 
And blessed, there in sight, stood a boat waiting 
This would be my fortune change 


I am to be made the fisher of my dreams 
Little did I, think to look this late  
Why put quicksand my way, this late, this close  


Why, so close to fairy-tales 
But know this, foe of sand, before the tide I will sail 
Before the night falls, I will cast my net 

Chasing Dreams

Chasing dreams on sixth sense  
An awakening of the mind 
It rings bells, of realisation  


Eventually there comes a time 
When one has to step out, get your feet dirty 
And walk in the fields of dreams had 


Many have pictured notions of change 
To impact and leave a legacy in this world, behind 
Then they go back into the safety of preoccupation 


Procrastination sleeping away on day light 
With excuses of why not now 
And each day, the cock crows 


Rings bells of thoughts of awaking 
Frustration of the present development 
But fearful of taking the plunge 


The surroundings are quick to discourage 
Fall in line, every one else is, why you with difference 
Numb down the excitement of change, fall in line 


Before long, opportunity passes by 
While the stories become only of relevance to
What could have been done  


Eventually there comes a time of fulfillment  
And triers luck may shine bright 
On the one who took a step to stand alone 


But no such eventuality 
For the man who feared the rain 
And went back in, at the sound of thunder 


If I don't make it past the first post 
I gained value from having the experience 
In chasing dreams, tomorrow will tell


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Secret Society

I am moved, so move over  
Roll over, step aside and watch 
How it is done, how it is to be done 


Show your badge for entry 
In secret societies, secret handshakes  
Recite, the secret phrase for passage 


We done did it before, emancipation 
Once upon a time in stories we hold  
So this is just repetitive, like face wash 


Every morning, done on instinct  
And when we done with the roads  
That elevate, like help books, we make our own  


On the thought of mind control , awaking 
Road maps, passage through forest
Of non explored, realisation done with a stride


Observers perplexed, like watching a man levitate
While stood shocked, mesmerised, with no utter 
We run on water 75%, walk on air with breath 


And we've got that, passwords, secret handshakes  
Unlock secret gates with secrets codes
And find realisation, like awakening from coma


But you are not to be forgiven
To be caught out by the storm, in the storm
And stretch out for sympathy


Even kids don't do that any more
And we grown men, women 
So behave, simply put 


The wise speak in proverbs 
To sieve out the likes in mind
On the same wave length, minded 


Its like speaking in a foreign language
For the man, who knows no different
From being spoon fed


So this is the secret society
Codes of common sense to be applied
Waves in length, wave length of the mind

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Stranger Than Fiction

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On mask worn 
Identity on spinning wheels 
To give false notions, emotion 


Thorns  on  narrow roads walked on  
Telescopes with blurry visions  
Compass spinning with no thought   


Of direction, purpose, sequence   
Giving way to none on blockade    
And the wind is on strike   


Even the lightest feather knows no breeze   
The elephant in the room, chasing his tail  
Braking chalices and china plates in the process  


No one knows what roads to take, delimma of actions    
To assert whether this is reality or a dream   
But some times, when ordinary gives way to surreal  


Life can be stranger than fiction   
Imitating art, imitating life, imitating art  
I am left without a voice when angels falls   

The Third Dimension

I was born in parables,
Where the hour glass sits at dawn
The first Son of Gurjonbec
The day of my birth, was declared a holiday


My name forbidden to be used 
By any other in the Kingdom
For those that came before me
Had their names changed


Kings and Queens,
Came from far and near
Upon the announcement of my birth


Gifts were ushered on me
By the three wise men
And before my first birthday
I was made a ruler


Born an Emperor, the boy ruler Tutankhamen
Worshipped by Kings and Queens
Guided by Prince and Princess
Silk on cashmere to have as ordinary


It was a commanding rule
That I be kept happy at all times
With maiden ladies, with eyes of eagles


To ensure, my state of being
State of mind, always remained happy
A King's law, taboo to be broken




Trading Places, 
Flip of the hour glass, 
Changing guards 

Alternate reality in transition
Sounds from the distance, louder it got
Till my world as it was, came to be no more


Rags, Rats and Riddles
Of a worsening situation surrounds me
Stench, Dirt , Death and Brutality


Is the sea of ocean I swim in
Slowly as I drawn, begging awakening 
Still trying to make sense of surrealism 


If this was a dream, I  pray 
I did wake before I drawn
But which one to have been the dream


I ask,
Which of these two worlds is my reality
Trading places and alternate reality


Was this a dream on dream
Only to have woken up
In a third dimension


Where my world, reality is made 
From the intersection of two extremes   
Which of these, holds ground as my reality 

Insomnia Haiku

Friend; oh friend dear

Help suspend sup-conscience 

 insomnia rest, dreams

I Cry Around Tables

And there they were, the  forefathers 
How I remember them
All sat around tables
Notion of dreams had


Sankofa this is our land to be built on
Heritage, this is our destiny
Dreams, of a united continent


Colourful riches
Of this here land seen in
Reflections of what we wear
This is our fabric, exciting 


This is our clay our land 
And ants  build sky scrapers with it
Birds leaves architecture on trees
And acacia trees stands with majesty


Watch the cream of the sun
Shower the land with beauty
On sun set stands, such bless 
Paradise here on earth

And others will
And they do envy
For just a fraction
Of what we have, we own

But on our leaders 
Heads went missing, heedless 
On the want of greed
Of selfish, self indulgence 

And notion in motion
Some times, too often
Goes without directions
So I sit and cry around headless tables

My Pin Up

We look out to see 
What crystal balls hold   
And we day dream over  utopia 


It is better that way, leisure away 
Time so precious, indulging   
On alternate universe


My pin up girl  
Like the stars afar  
In the distance of the heavens 


Set as background  drop
For your spectacles of beauty  
But do not transform into flesh  


For with that, in reality 
I will come to know your imperfections 
Your weakness, your darkness 


Be forever in my desire  
Please do not come close  
Your star nearing earth to have gravity 


Spare me the reality of your actuality  
Allow me, to just day dream of your perfection  
A fine figment of my imagination  


Stay lined, aligned in parallel worlds   
Be Hollywood, be glitter, starstruck      
Allow me to day dream, my pin up girl 

Carnival Prayers

I want to write a poem of words 
That start with a notion 
Inscribed on emotion


Pen my ink, with fantasy, day dream 
Set my imagination on wishful thinking
Buy a book, write a book, of dairy pages


Plan a plan of scope to see forth 
Build my self a prince's castle, 
On top of canyon mountain stands


Place a beautiful princess inside 
To be my queen, my all, my other half 
To fill the canyon's holes, left wide gapped


I want to write a poem of words
Set it out, in hope, in wish, like a prayer 
To have my dreams come true to light


While I stand on high, on joy 
Over wishful stands on canyons lands, 
Where dreams are made to fill this gap 

My pictures that hangs

Defining my phantom 

Pictures hold, 
Such beauty of utopia
Distance stands, as safe guard grounds protected


Devoured from reality, phantom 
Escapism is our treasured delight 
Fantasy in our spare time, indulged in-between gaps ..


Illusion are set, as our getaway passes  
Paradise reflects, wanting in context 
The rich, the poor, all of needs, put in context 


Paradigm of life 
Bubbles that burst, floods our reality
Dreams are set, in sleep mood 
To recoil day strive, for nourishment


When things fall apart  
Love unfold unloved, rage destroys     
Stars  and the Moon, falls off the sky, unleashed  


Day dream, and night dreams
Entangled in nightmare  
Craziness unending, like day of the night 


While painted oceans on canvas 
Floods carpets, 
In down pour, like a horror movie  


As balance of weight   
Tilts, wobbling on sides  
Juggling, all to set off balance in life 


This is my dream, my patch
My Phantom 
My escapism   


This is my indulgence  
Hustling, striving, seagull's with uplift 
To keep things in accordance 


Pictures that hangs, set
On equilibrium fastened
On my wall, to stay as placed 


No funny business around here  
Messing with  my comfort, my friend
Put away abstract and surrealism