The Three Wise Men
There were three wise menIn the land of the Niger Area One came from the East A quintessential pen pusher Synonyms and Antonyms Strong Missiles in his armoury
This Old Place
This old placeWhere the river joins the sky And the lilies grow in whites Where the masteries of a hand Created this majestic land
The Curse of Three
Every syllable of your wordsRing past these careful walls How can I sleep in this beautiful glass house? Lying next to me is the curse of three
See how she follows me Sneaking past heavily guarded resolutions Crowding every new relationship Sharing every anticipated kiss
In the morning she mocks me In his phone calls, her laughter scorns me So that when he see me He is displeased
The Ghosts of Saint Simmons Island
It was a dark night in May at Durbar Creek Across the marshland, the wind blew slowly
Palm trees of a strange country stood on the shores
And the people stood in chained sores
The whips of the master whistle through the air
A crack on their backs to urge them on
A pale moon reflects on the dark water
And salt seeps into wounds of slavery
Two
The Oasis and the diamond Confuse me, and I don’t know Which among the two is like you So rare, so precious So unbidden in my wildest dreams Such a relief after a deep and scathing thirst So enriching after a life of poverty
The Magnitude Of Love
There is a whisper in my soul Like the sweet stirrings Of an untamed melody Swinging me back and forth
Eternal Soul
I sprang forth from the Intricate merging of human souls My story has been told before Right under the withered baobab tree