Work, and All It Makes You Miss
he's chewing on
the shadows of her
in his memory,
trying to taste
when he made his way
through the dark
as she slept,
already missing the sound
of her breathing
with his tiptoes,
knowing with each step
she'd wake up
she didn't get to
tie her heart to the scene
of him pulling himself away,
but she's never looked down
on herself like this,
with parted lips,
sleeping as though
all the world existed,
to give her rest,
and he'll chisel
the moment like stone
until recollection becomes silk
and every detail is captured
like sunrise bleeding blessings
upon his day.
and she'll dream
of making him coffee
while he locks the door.
and he'll wish the sun would die,
so his day could be filled with
dreams of her,
instead of memories
too swift to hold
I burn myself in fire to keep you warm
I bleed the River Nile trying to heal your wound
Yes, I cry you an ocean and you sail across on a boat
I drown myself in that ocean just to help you stay afloat
I hold seas in my eyes yet you are rather intrigued by its food
Yes, I give you the sweetness of life to enter my bees' swarm.
Notwithstanding, my thoughts are:
Stars I cannot fathom into a constellation;
Words I cannot communicate in Shakespearean dialect
Musical notes I cannot arrange into a Mozart piece
But yet you shatter my broken hearts into pieces
And acting like you don't care, you stay quiet
Wondering how I could remain in your imagination.
You silenced my thoughts in Babel's tower
For you to awaken my voice in the graveyard
You heat me up to boiling up, now you ask for breathing space
Yet when I give you the whole world you demand for Space
Thinking I'm Armstrong, perhaps I'm not strong to keep up your pace.
Yes, I surrendered my heart to you
Like the Aladura's claiming to be born anew.
But you mistake it for dust-
The dust which the cleaner ignores,
The harmmatan dust that lives people pale
Still you lead me on, dragging me on your Clydesdale
Knowing I would fall for your subterfuge
As a broken soul in need of refuge.
Yes, you shattered my already-broken heart
Thinking you could outsmart me with your sweetheart art.
Now I look at the ocean from a canoe
And shout from the south.
My north latitude will always be the thorn in your altitude.
Aladura’s: Classification of churches that abide by a Christian religious denomination founded in 1918 in West Africa
Harmattan: A season in West Africa, which is characterized by dry and dusty trade wind, of the same name, which blows from the Sahara Desert over West Africa into the Gulf of Guinea.
you thought i was
tattered lace and
an easy fix of
stitches and sun
but i will take
the needle and
leave you the thread
to reopen wounds,
i will blister
to grasp the sun
and blind you
so you never think my
tattered lace and
are an easy fix of
stitches and sun,
so you never think my
open wounds and
are the sinless scars of
purity and love,
so you always know i'm
in tattered lace, and
i will eat, i will eat
your tender heart.
Teddy Thinks You Should Marry Me
You take our umbrella sweet
I'll be alright out in the street
Let me warm the car for you
I washed and gassed it up too
I planted pots of tulips
On the hill of many vines
One for you and one for me
My baby Valentine
As they grow they must endure the rapid winds of high
The rains, the storms the seasons as they grow up to the sky
I'll still hold your umbrella
I'll open doors for you
I'm proud to be your fella
Your Valentine too
Now here's a little teddy bear with chocolate in his paws
His big brown eyes beg you to please
consider matrimony laws
The little bear I give to you wants me down on one knee
And ask you baby here's a ring, Will you marry me?
You don't know how deserving of love you are.
No one told you.
So when love took a hold of you
Panicked and frightened you attacked.
Hardened, killing every effect it had
shuting down your need for this gift.
Looking for some reason why you are better than that.
You felt soft so you told yourself you were weak.
Not knowing only hard surfaces break.
No I can't be mad.
She is a pretty girl.
A nice girl.
Are just someone
I admire from afar.
The only part of you
I know by heart
Is your smile.
The smile you have
She brings out the
Beautiful things in you.
But is it so selfish
To wish that were me?
Is it so selfish that I wish
I could bring you glee?
I would sweep you off
And in just seconds you
Would forget about
You would only remember
This heart inside my chest
Wants to be sad,
But all it wants is your happiness.
I suppose that's what she gives you.
It breaks my fall
But it doesn't stop my heart
Love is complicated.