Skip to main content

Seasons Of Drought

I

The struggle for life begins with the thirst,
Encroaching the pallor-ed grasses of fate.
Seasons of drought becomes now the test;
Set for they who thus ignored their faith..

Rivers become dry, the fishes die...
Sorrow now walks on the fields of the mind..
With a croaked voice, the sun now outcry;
In somber tones of mem'ries thus denied.

When the terrains of moist in life is drained..
And all u see is sorrow and deep pain..
Wat will be the reward of they who framed..
The memories of heroes that were slain..

Season of drought are times when the dust..
Covers the eyes to erase trust..
Built on red clay, in good old days;
When the fountains of bliss reflected the sun's rays.

II
When life becomes the frenemy you seek..
In the face of trials and shaded repose..
When strife becomes a companion so meek..
What do you do, relax, pretty indisposed..

When tears becomes the dust that covers your eyez..
To the point where you then become blind..
If friends becomes the nightmares you dread..
Where will you stand? On the hills of the dead?

Seasons of drought are times of refreshment..
Refined in the furnace heated seven times..
To produce the gold purged from impurities..
Of the mind, soul, devoid of crimes..

Faith in the grasses, the sky withers..
Blooming clouds elope, and fled in the presence of rain..
Seasons of drought sings the humming whispers..
On the salient hills of jaunted pain..

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Soulmate

The other day I wanted to see your smile in reverse. as it morphed from happiness to sadness Then play it back from that moment when you were sad, and i kissed you... and you smiled, sheepishly. I wanted to make it look like an insta-boomerang of some sort. moving back and forth, Chewing the memories with the jaws of my imaginations. I had thought at some point that what if, we could go back to when it all began... You had sat beside me in this bus headed to no destination because for me, my destination resides in you. i turned sideways and saw you reading your way into the scrolls guarding my heart. You were about to make me loose sight of perspective. So i disappeared into thin air. But who am i when thin air is the same thing that made me thin as a strand of hair because... I was almost loosing my sanity from the incessant fights to regain dominance of my perspective. You seemed like a virus, chewing and replicating yourself into the cracks within my mind, bre...
Post a Comment
Read more

++Constellations++

One.... two... three. in constant increments, we began the fire that merged two worlds together. "Analysis check" was the phrase I evoked in constant scrutiny of these raging magma in my veins. Our meeting was a constellation of fireflies in space. in which we drowned subconsciously, but somehow evolved into amphibians. that could adapt to these changes terraforming our minds into colonies of insanity. Your eyes is the gate to a world simple and beautiful. Sometimes I question the nature of my reality in your absence. because reality is when I’m with you. Your hands is the highway to all things tender and poignant. Sometimes I get sick when I’m not with you. because your touch makes me blue. I won't try to fight these soldiers of affections assembled in my mind for a war of wit and guts because they will surely prevail. Instead I will lead them on a course to victory in mind, body, spirit and soul. Because I think I've found that mis...
Post a Comment
Read more

Muted Conversation IX

Tonight i would stay awake and think about how we eloped into mysteries. You came in and stuffed my mind with effervescent chemistry. I couldn't breathe. All i knew was, i wanted to strip you naked and disvirgin your imagination with words borne from a heart yearning for intimacy. But i was dumb... silence gagged me like a prisoner tortured by the snares of grief. All i could see was temptation staring at me in stern disbelief. "Do something" my alter ego would say. But all i could do was take my mind on a erotic spree to love's garden. I would take your hands and slowly caress them light and thin. Hypnotizing my senses into the pores of your skin. I wanted you to feel what i feel. I wanted to dissolve into your memories and hack them with images of me. I wanted to wet the appetite between your thighs with testimonies of godliness and raw passion. I wanted to perform the ceremony of consummation. I would look at you and break into a smile governed by naughty ideas and...
Post a Comment
Read more