80% perspiration

The road smoked a mirage; The tires screeched a skid. The bus made a superb ballet twirl And landed with a big splatter.

Broken Mirror Twisted cowries at my feet; The eyes of the gods are red-rimmed. The chalk encircles the window That looks deep into the fiery depths. The tom-tom ululates my thoughts, Fear stretch cold dark fingers in.

Purple haze in the sky, Blanketing the world In diamond studded velvet glow. The tender breeze caresses, Teasing and erasing the stress The sweaty and stifling sun Brought to the blue green world.

  Overdose The light bulb blinked on And took a look at the floor, Filled with the debris of the night before: The table, packed full; Two bottles; red wine and two glasses, A line of coke, wrapped weed and smokes The splayed ankles of the model, Panties hanging like an ankle chain on one. Music spilling from throbbing speakers. What a party!

I lie in wait, Deep within chill depths. Smoke, drooling from my lips; Chill dew, leaching my skin. Soon, I am chosen. Soon, I am revealed. My innards -spilled; My soul -emptied.

Introduction I have been quite busy for some days now, thus the absence of posts here. well am back again and got some new stuff to weaken your knees as we continue our exploration of the dark parts of man.  I have two poems today, submitted by good friends of mine. I hope they reach you where ever you may be. The first is by Eucharistus Valentino Omamogho, He is a really good poet (my personal opinion) and i do hope he would have the time and patience to contribute to this project of mine. His works can be found on voicesnet.com and on his facebook wall. He titles this one, Reach. Eucharistus Valentino Omamogho

NOTE:   The attacks on Africans especially Nigerians from other African countries residing in South Africa does not tell a good tale. Agreed, Nigerians, for example, can be overwhelming but that does not make them demons or witches to be killed on sight as the bible doth commands. We in whatever country we are citizens of find certain foreigners obnoxious but accommodation must be reached because we are all humans; all members of the global community. This poem, #iamanafrican reaches out to those who felt aggrieved with the presence of other Africans in South Africa. Please show love. Peace.   Ps: Check out my design on www.cafepress.com/poetrypicturesshopping . we need to spread the word out.