He Staggers

He staggers,
walking against the traffic,
a jay walker,
just from 5 tequilla shots,a johny walker,
bottle held with a tight grip in his hands,
the last thing he can afford to lose,
after his loved one kicking the basket,
now he jay walks,
kicking small baskets,tins and pebbles on his way!
Staggering!
He staggers,

instead of celebrating her life,
he celibates his life,
he jay walks,
against the traffic,
hoots and screeches!
As caring drivers avoid hitting him,
yelling, 'fuck you'
he staggers!

Was appreciated,born alert but in two weeks,
he is,
Emaciated,torn apart and too weak,
life draining inside him,
eyes,bloodshot red,
drunk to his last vein,
trying to kill himself,in vain,
pain,torture,memories in his brain driving him insane!
hoots and screeches,
a jay walker,
he staggers

beep,beep,beeeeeeep!
A drunk driver caught unawares,
emergency brakes,hand break,
loss of control,
loses control and our jay walker is flying to the sidewalk,
in the air,
he staggers,
out of the velocity and strength of collision,
bones break,tissues tear,
bonds break,issues stare,
at an unfair battle of two drunkards,
no ambulance yet?
His life playing poker with him using drunk cards,
the odds so against him,
he staggers no more!
His conscience knows more,

though,
he bleeds,
from the wounds outside and within,
angel of death,
monitoring his breath,
a foul smell of disillusionment,pain,torture and alcohol,
his breath feds away,
the fatal wounds in his chest giving his life away,
he staggers no more,
he dies!

Someone ought to have reminded him romeo and juliet was a movie!

The Truth Man

His black ashy feet step on the cracked earth
Raising the dust to the heavens
He now walks with the chicks and ducklings after losing his place among the ravens
He was a wordsmith
He taps his index finger on the side of his brain
As his elbow rests on the platform of his pain
And the ruthless fall of the droplets of the rain
Drain his memories and dreams out of his life frame
He was a wordsmith
He tarmaced his way across the streets of the doorless houses
That sheltered the widowed spouses
He was sad
His right shoe had a punctured hole that poked out one forth of his toe which owned a lump of dark soil underneath its nail
This was but a perfct way to shelter the stench he held that circumnavigatd round his right foot inside the punctured shoe
The holes in his trouser's pockets were just a few
As compared to his shirt
One could safely presume,he was a torn man
They had rejected him
Everywhere he walked
People pinched their noses tightly,holding their breaths
As if the monster from the sewers came to life and walked the streets of their perfect rosy world
Nevertheless
He was once among the elite
But not the 1 percent who own 40 percent of the planet's wealth leaving the 99 struggling for the 60
No
But,among the Amanda Diva,Nikki Jiovanni,Malcom X,Nelson Mandela,Martin Luther,Shaka Zulu,Roger Bonair-Agard elite
Who talk/talked of freedom and struggle
Of peace,love and unity and struggle
Of life without fear and struggle
Who live/lived less luxurious lives and struggled
And struggled
And struggled
And struggled
And now that we know how the truth hurts
We have left this truth man with torn parts
So here is judgment day
Prepare for the tonnes of lies that you are to say
For you left the truth man at bay!
Now he walks the streets
With his shaggy complexion
Right after facing rejection
The truth man!

There is Paris

My Queen
There is Paris
You can see it on the outskirts of the horizon, can't you?
My biceps are torn
My triceps are gone
And I can row no longer,my Queen
Gracious Earth your highness!!
But is thou sight parallel to mine?
Do thou witness thee?
Do thous see what I see?
Oh let the horizon sink for sight clear
For hop awaits at the end of this sea
Let it dilute the horrendous that haunts our backs
The fire
The shipwreck
The angel of death who consumeths my fellow servants
And your husband,his highness
The ruler of once our land
That crumbles in war
What bloody rivers flow
In our dwellings my Queen

The storm has calmed
You are wetted by rain, unharmed
Yet I bleed from every tissue
Every vessel in me holds an issue
I suffer for you mistress
Even though,
Your survival is my interest,my Queen

My Queen
See this scene
Open your eyes
Let your sight reign
Let this beauty torment your pain
Destroy your sorrows
Let them fade in vain
As I have done mine,your highness

I have rowed this wooden plank
For seconds,and minutes,and hours,and days
But we are yet ashore
My Queen,my lungs are sore
Do you recall?
I dived chasing after your diamonds on the crown that made its way to the oceans floor
I failed
My bloodshot eyes opened in the salty water
I watched it go
Deep

Your highness,
Here we are
Afloat,just at the corner of death's left eye
He can't see us
I gues it's time I exhaled what I feel for you
Much apologies for what I will say to you
I have loved you
I have cherished you
I have eyed you
Not slave to master-wise
But like-love to obsession-wise
Maybe I could be yours and we would rule
I thought maybe
Because both our feet never freed the dust to the compound of a school
We were on the same boat
Even slaves have fantasies

If only I could break free from these chains
I could row better
Oh look!!
Look at Eiffel
Look how tall it stands
Stories of it circled inside the cell
Now I know the feeling
It circles round each and evry of my cell
Couple more feet your highness
We could marry
I could be freed
Slave+Queen
Cheap royalty
Rich loyalty
Great history
What say you your highness?
Your highness? Your highness?
So he saw you afterall?
Sadness
See me too
Slay my soul too
We are in the same boat

It's not my time,yet
I see soldiers on the sands of the shore
Back to slavery
Sigh!!
There is Paris

Fireworks by Abu Sense

I'm so appalled
This life is still cold
They say
A rolling stone never gathers no mould
So when words die
Poets will do nothng but mourn
You can
Wait for ages for your life to unfold
Just bleeding on the pages of the sages
But your fate remains untold
We should
Be like Malcom,the man was so bold
But since his name got X'd,memories are what we uphold
It's like,
The freedom stories never get old
I gues
We'll have to keep dreaming of the diamonds and the gold
So
See me see thee
Make me star
Sitting my cupcake butts on stardom throne
And
Watch me fly high like an airbase military controlled drone
Shooting
Knowledge into savaged minds
They say,
My work is like a river
It's streaming
I feel like a program
I'm scheming
And I hate the sandman
Because he keeps me dreaming
And speaking of dreaming
I visualised this lady speaking
Saying, "excuse me,are u Mr.Laser?coz you just so beaming!"
Dreams pass messages but I couldn't get the meaning
We humans are still the most ridiculous
Despite divine warning,we keep sinning
But it doesn't realy matter so long as the world keeps spinning
And the rich are the only ones who keep winning
And the light at the end of each poor persons tunnel keeps dimming
And the homeless keep moving around in search of a society where they can fit in
Face it,homo sapiens,earth is bleeding
And there's only so much we can do
We have failed to keep our fields green and skies blue
We live lies because it's so expensive to stay true
There're always people who will talk behind your back
But just say,"Hey,it's cool."
Because sometimes,it's just intelligent to be a fool
I mean,
We don't have to be like the boy who thought the girl with an eyepatch winked at him,
She only blinked,I think
I wish you all the best in search of your happiness
I pray you get a mansion with a theatre,jacuzzi and a pool
God placed us on this planet to rule
So let's conquer
Look how far we've come
From times when
Forefathers lit those wooden planks
Got burnt
And realised that fire works
Revearse that
Switch your souls on
Till one night you go to bed
Rest your head on the pillow
Realising you're someone else's hero
And all you can see is
FIREWORKS!!
Peace,love&unity

Dream by Abu Sense

A dream constitutes
Of
Kissing eyelids
Above clear water-like liquid
And
Those two black and white eye-bead things
Roaming around inside lids like trapped worms underneath skin
Visions
Whether real,wet,illusion or fiction
Whether having a calm night involving smooth rides across wonderland
Or
A bad,terrifying,monstrous,godzilla,mad gorilla,jurasic park-like dreaded dream causing friction
Through the night

A dream can be
The depiction of the future
Or
The reminission of the past dust of the first cast rated first class where you wished you had never woken up to,
But to be with him or her
Intellectualy
Internaly
Eternaly

Dreamless men walk forth
In search of meaning,friendship and agenda
But
A hearing of their speech
Bores you beyond imagination
Because nothing of both sense and non sense ever gets stored
In their vast vacumed broad cranums

However and eventually
We all end up dreaming of brighter futures
Futures where
Everybody can walk in a car showroon and purchase a toy for his or her child
Futures where
We depend on everything
And not only agriculture and the wild
I mean tourism
Futures where
We'll get rid of bad words such as hijacking,carjacking and the so called terrorism

Lately,
I haven't been sleeping
And the news anchor said
"council employees have boycotted sweeping"
All because we felt the same pain of the gain in prices
And the way leaders add spices to their talks
When the alarm shocks
Them of forth coming election campaigns
And
We end up electing people who are insane
Anyway
Back to bed
Dream of setting up a better shed
Cover yourselves with the same sheets
That covered Luther King Jr
Hope for a better tomorrow
And pray it comes sooner....

Peace,Love&Unity

I Am

I am the thoughts that made you insomniac,
I am the stress that failed your cardiac,
The asylum that holds that maniac,
Who chose to stay out of Noah's ark!
I am the urge that made you keep spending,
The boss that kept sending,
you,
The bank that kept lending,
You,
With big cash,that kept haunting,
you,to pay!
I am the monster in the closet you kept dreading,
I am the reason they nicknamed that girl 'contagious'
When her legs kept SPREADING,
I am Life!
I am the pigeon poop you couldn't wash from your black shirt,
the killer whale,the white and the black sharks,
The thorns,the rough pebbles and the black jacks,
When the kids went to play!
I am LIFE!
i am the tits babies refused to suckle,
The dreaded area a-ROUND,that police refused to circle,
I am the rotten veins,the blood refused to cycle!
I am life!
I am the interview you failed,and got demoted,
The egg you laid,and go it aborted,
I am the era of terror and errors,
I am the peer pressure,the bad company and the darers,
Who made you do drugs,
I am the sole reason of your soul living,
The whole reason,why your soul now leaving,
When you stop breathing!
I am the common sense and the common essence of adolescence,the pretense!
I am the tense feeling after mixing the past and the present tenses in your grammar,
The drama,
The hatred,
The killings,
The war,
The nuclear bombings,
The bloodshed,
The peace,
The truce,
The lies,
The truth,
I am everything,
Ladies and gentlemen,
I am life!

Let her Heal Now

I know many dudes or girls would hate me for this,but still,the truth has to be spoken!i extracted this from my poetry pages!P.S,not a book yet!

I tuned into her thoughts when i was able,
with this poetically connected cable,
psychic poet,
iTunes into lost souls like apple,

Just the one smile,the cliché 'hi' makes them fall for the wrong guy,
I write right,to inspire the next she-wrights to fly,
She-writes,'why?'
Because he was so right,made her blood white,
Realy?your night knight,in shining armour?
I ask 'Y' alphabeticaly,why she jumped 'X'-ing him,
I ask why,she waited till it was too late,
Even if she was vacant,and her heart was to-let,
Was she naive enough to let him rate her,date her,sex her,make her,happy the leave her?
Even when it was evident he didnt love her,
He just wanted to have her,
Break her,barriers in more ways than one,
Spread her in more ways than one,
Sleep with her in more ways than one,
Switch her,in more styles than one,
Love her,in more ways than NONE!

She was hot,guys screamt 'jheez!' as,she passed,but She was ruined more like,Fort Jesus,
In her terms 'Issa' she sought Jesus,
She prayed to God,
'Oh Lord,make him love me,like i love him'
WHAT?!!!
Left me perplexed,THE WRONG PRAYER,
If it was a dragon bout,she would be the wrong slayer,
Life is like the crust and she lives in the wrong layer,
Between that ignorant vain piece of shit,
And her own naive piece of sheet,blanketing her!

Now its just memories,
Filled with her misery,
As she pictures him removing her lingerie,
Unlacing her bra,lingering teasingly,
Left her a fool feeling,his Hands fulfilling,by fully feeling her perky breasts,
Fingers orchestrating her rhythmic breaths,
The 'ooohs' and 'aaaahs'
As he thrusted in her!

Now its just Memories of the stones he had thrown,thorns on her throne,horns he dehorned,zones that he had gone,songs he had tones,cyclones that she had blown,moans that she had shown,baby she had born,barriers that she had owned,the pigments of light she had shone now all gone!she had grown weak!

Her pleas of insanity,
Echoed from his vanity and profanity,
This inhumanity in our viscinity,
Perils of our masculinity,ravaging our ladies,
We truly are dogs,giving the rabies,
Ladies,let this rope go,let these hopes flow,
To the right dude,
Dont strip nude,
Closure is hard to attain,i campaign for you to gain pleasure from this pain,obtain cleanliness from this stain!let proud,warm blood nourish your veins!

Move on miss,ignorance is bliss,dont let memories of the kiss,the diss,haunt you.the silent hiss of that cursed serpent,

Sir,pant and give a rest to this torture,you scorched her,let her heal now!

Pages of El-Poet,ch 1,piece 6, Nov.6,2009

Diaries of a Dark Poet

killing euphoric highs,
embracing deathly lows,
ignoring lucious thighs,
seducing blood spilled floors,
dreams of when he flies,
alongside fellow blood thirsty crows!

''Dear diary,
no enquiry in my fantasy,
fantasy of wingless birds flying in the broken skies,
digging into the bleeding earth with vengeful claws,
soaking cries of punished corpses,
aftermath of magic hoaxes,
demented dreams of lochness,
monsters spitting chewed bodies of arrogant leaders,
screwed bodies of prostitutes and death seekers,
what a,merciless thought,
water,that we bought,
drowning us,filling our throats with deathly fluids!

Having TWO FACES in this DARK NIGHT,where the JOKER amidst us in the man to fear,a smile as lethal as a spear,
clears joy and fills us with sheer,fright!

I bet Bruce Will-is sick of DYING HARD FOUR TIMES,
And Obama is tired of posing for Times,
the suicidal thief who would do anything for crime,
commit four crimes,to get sentensed like a paragraph,

Who is not afraid of death?
The soul's reason of departure,
the sole reason of its culture,
to fly to the heavens,
even when you want to die another day like double O seven,
saveth me from these dreams,
and ill take you to extreme streams of knowledge that will dim your hope,
and turn you into a tarnished soul that knows to much,
a deathly lover that knows to touch,
a hell sent chick that knows to hatch when vultures do not circle its perimeter,

i want to go to the street with a CHAINSAW and cause MASSACRE,
go to HELL'S GATE with the blade from NAIVASHA and murder Lucifer,
converse with dead angels,from angelic angles,
of TANGENTS clean from heavenly deTERGENTS,
its your TURN GENTS and ladies,
To embrace your dark side,
hop on to your dark ride,
show off your dark pride,
and when things get too dark,hide!
I bleed knowledge my readers,thick illuminating blood!