Dark Taxi Tales

Yesterday, at about 8pm, on my way home from church (yes I did go to church yesterday. No it wasn’t Prophet Mbonye’s church. Those of us who don’t have money for offertory were told to pray in this late evening service. My dear pastor doesn’t want to listen to our stories of hard life and shit. So we were preached to by the deputy assistant pastor. I think this guy is an intern pastor – training or volunteering as he builds his own church. His preaching was all oba how!? We were just about 20 congregants, mostly youth and two or three old women who looked like widows searching for husbands. If anyone wants an old wife, come to my church. We got plenty.)

Abyss

My heart waits not for darkness to come to start feeling lonely I don’t need the sun to disappear below the horizon for my fragile soul to sink into this abyss Dusk starts any time Every little thing is a trigger for these demons that call me home My palms are weary scoured black from…

The Past

I’m in love with the old relics from time past made ages ago I crave the sound of crunchy paper as my pen glides o’er it creating dreams sketching worlds the old amuses me refines me teaches me reassures me betters me I’m in love with timelessness with real touch with silent words with emotions…

Routine

I’m very particular about my daily routine Afraid if I break it a spectacular evil might befall the world I’m scared of not doing things in my usual order for the life of me I can’t break routine I just can’t About this poem: I surely can’t be the only stickler for routine in this…

You

weave me around your soul around the things you fear the most tie me into your insecurities into the horrors you face on a daily knot within me your secrets your deepest darkest abominations take me into your world sullen and void though it may be explore your dreams sweet child like a river flow…

The Silence in Words

When all is said and done the silence is what I look forward to another day slowly grinds to a halt for the freedom to let my thoughts run wild and as I search for the unspoken words in my friends I crave the quiet that lives in my four walls at home About this…

Red String

I waited for the rain to wash away my tears sought to soothe my weary soul wanted the storms outside to calm my hurricane inside But the sun shone through burnt my heart to a crisp sent me straight to the edge of sanity and lunacy the tornadoes without mirrored my fire inside My humanity…

Polluted

My mind is a pond of thoughts filled with an ocean of despair I am the impurities that flow in the city rain water after a heavy downpour My soul is a damaged sewer line carrying eons of pain through it I am the human trash floating in the ocean, chocking and blinding my own…