Acts Of The Sea

Ambitious multipurpose amphitheatres
The fanciful floods of flexibility flyovers
Cargoes, cargoes, courage-way cargoes
Ports and terminals, sports and stamina
The heartbeat of a transparent triumph
For lifestyles of boom, doom and gloom
Autographing geography shores biology
Like wet rainbows dry-cleaning the skies
LIFE IS BUT A MINUTE PEA
For hunger in the unions
Fires gripped adult onions
Thunderously sounded lions
Executing tyrannical dominions
Life is but a minute pea
For the term-knife to peel
Human efforts but mere spill
When death offers the bitter pill
Far from earthly curtains
Reign the pointed mountains
The springboard of life fountains
Profiled bridal bed’s purity it contains
THE SEACHLIGHT
I looked as an Indian
There was no median
I looked at the median
There was no comedian
There was a fair paw
Post marking pawpaw
Like ants-breeding craw
Courting a legendary claw
I looked like an idiom
There was no medium
I looked at the medium
There was no light radium
WHEN THE DARK SPY RUNS BACK
When the dark spy runs back
On thundercloud’s hard track
The atmosphere wears black
Fashioned for the dying dark
From the sky’s bloody boom
The earth sustains her doom
The swift floods’ new broom
Sweeps ills to the dark room
The world half-dead, half ill
Like the livewire within a gill
The roaring sea foots the bill
Lest the human being be still
The ethnicity sore runs deep
Like waterfalls born to weep
Our old anguish is but a beep
Echoing valleys’ vicious heap
EMPOWERED FROM ON HIGH
Emboldened from on high
Beyond the turbulent skies
Like the consuming wildfires
Upon the Pentecostal attires
They turned the cold tables
Like the blazing death cables
On the quickening tongues
Like the thunderous gongs
The world is grounded
And the word rounded
Within a heavenly look
Conversion is the book
THE ACTS
In weird acts of defiance
The sky spilled rampage
Sitting on global finance
On the recessive ribcage
In a hard austere measure
The wallets bred potholes
Under undefined pressure
The society airs the moles
Morality suffers the defeat
Like sea waves coming down
Decency found none to befit
Like the flowery bridal gown
THE DARKEST THUNDERCLOUDS
The darkest thunderclouds
Are the greatest clergymen
From different denominations
Gathering for a preaching engagement
The darkest thunderclouds
Are the procurement grooms
Thoroughly sourcing out the skies
For the genetically-compliant rainbows
The darkest thunderclouds
Amplify the fixed-rattling noise
From the flamboyant guest speakers
To deaden the word and deafen the world
The darkest thunderclouds
Are the dreaded drummers
Playing their dead-ended drums
For the fuming fires and booming bombs
The darkest thunderclouds
Are the recharged sin cards
Of lust, anger, greed and vanity
Dialing the sinful souls into the lakes of fire
WHEN THE DARK SPY IS BACK
When the dark spy runs back
On the thundercloud’s track
The atmosphere wears black
Made for the sickening dark
From the sky’s bloody boom
The earth sustains her doom
The swift floods’ new broom
Sweeps sanity into dark room
The world half-dead, half ill
Like the livewire within a gill
The roaring sea foots the bill
Lest the human race be still
The ethnicity sore runs deep
Like waterfalls born to weep
Our old anguish is but a beep
Echoing valleys’ vicious heap
THE SHARP RAINBOW IS A NURSE
The sharp rainbow is a nurse
On the sky’s breached brows
Circumcising the graying rain
With gales of sharp groaning
The dark sky mourns soundly
Like borrowed pants of blood
With burning bushes at heart
Within the murderous waves
Wallets of wandering wingers
In the unbroken friendly band
Invade the cross-breached sky
Like some burdensome waves
The sick paces pen’s light floor
For the health-enriching syrup
Healing arises from ink-dosage
To save a sickness-ravaged age
IN THE TINY TOWN
In the tiny town
With the tiny trees
There is a tiny tailor
With some tiny old threads
In the tiny skies
With the tiny clouds
There is a tiny sunlight
With the tiny rays for my trays
There is a tiny bulb
In the tiny lamp holder
There is a tiny feeding bottle
Filled with tiny drops of fresh milk
In the tiny town
There is a tiny gown
From the tiny housewife
Bottled in a tiny baby body frame
IS PEN THE PEN IN THE PEN?
Under the dark threads
Of the rain veto threats
Sun mistress bows dully
To the bow in dark skies
Thick storms, main bowl
Made bolder by thunder
Day master bends bodily
Enriching floating depths
Day dream, paid streams
For mass tubers of floods
Like the click-docks’ clock
Timely worthy wreckages
Is pen the pen in the pen?
To beautify their bleating
For the darkest of threats
Brightens the ink in a pen
THE TURBULENT SEA
The freshly hatched day looks and sees
The turbulence of the sea as vile edifice
Woefully buttressed for towered waves
Plying their ever life-threatening trades
In a confusingly crowded state of scales
Ever faithful to the flaws of disharmony
Aiming routine bizarre turns at the skies
Celebrating explosives dismemberments
Foot marking the horrors marred history
Massive courtyards for battered cargoes
Sorrowful streets and bleeding buildings
The morning sun climbing high in the sky
Desalinates the new fruit garden market
With the sanitary rays of her foundations
THE WRECKING CREW
The wrecking crew
New blood to brew
Hunt the fresh dew
With ills not so few
For them red is ink
Biographers’ a sink
For sanity is no link
Lifeline they shrink
Brooding up yonder
Ills they bend under
Far from fair border
They kiss no brother
Death their sole call
For their bloody ball
Nights they walk tall
Deaf to a lifeline call
WAVELETS NOT WARLETS
Far clouds glide upon vicious vipers
With sprains and sorrows as pipers
Peace and harmony fly in wrappers
Robbing the world of dew dampers
The rifts are borne by middle pages
Like the storm in the forests of ages
Dark skies are nurtured by averages
In the darkest bottles for beverages
Our map is packaged in a late ballet
Like ants dwelling in an open wallet
It is awesome seeing gliding eaglets
We delight in wavelets, not warlets
GIVE ME ANOTHER CAR
Give me another loving car
Powered by immortal love
Then I will cruise through
The forest of dreaded foes
Give me another tongue
Powered by pariah peace
I will airily bomb harmony
Onto the bloodies of wars
Give me another heart
Powered by brotherhood
I will quench the fiery flames
With my brotherly heartbeats
Give me non-lethal arms
Powered by transparency
With my warm embraces
Securing a de-nuclearism
COLD CLIMATIC CHARACTERS
Cold climatic characters
Enraged in their hearts
Gnashed their edged teeth
Screamed at the peak
Of their vicious voices
Like hell-blown trumpets
Clods and pebbles
Doubled their troubles
Pure pains and pangs
Fangs fashioned flames
Like lightning in the sky
Showing off their furies
Defective detective devices
Set out the jaws sagging
Like the prodigal waves
Delivering provocative goods
To the hypertensive shore
To lure the crabs into the sea
Crowds of roosters crowed
Like the thundering clouds
Thorns on the sun’s scalps
Depths of rainy deception
Echoes of the grey galaxies
Wear the humbling shoes
01. THE ORGANS OF A THIEF
With the organs of a thief
Ticking and clicking by turns
Darkness put the limelight
Into her dim and stuffy bag
And back-walked far away
In throne room with a thief
Darkness arose with mourners
Waving fresh funeral wrappings
Like newly strangulated strobes
Body bagged with thunderstorms
With the garments of a thief
Floating and soaring like eagles
Darkness buried the limelight
In her dark and lonely wardrobe
And forward-matched homewards
02. BROTHERLY CLAY
Beat us the brotherly clay
For peace and love to play
Distanced from an evil display
Where hate decrees love to slay
Love is a complex combed bee
Where sweetness chooses to be
With harmony on the peaked hill
War is spewed out like a bitter pill
Sweetest tastes the cool dawn
When the bread of love is done
With our fraternal hats fully don
No sounds and furies for the gun
03. FROM DEEP MURMURING
From deep murmurings
I explored up a summon
In passion is the sermon
Preached in flaming hall
Under the windy weight
I heard blank complaints
Seeking tall flocks to slay
Like the flowers in flame
Of beautiful colourations
In congregational breeze
These are the depot sighs
Echoing past hymns of life
Written in the gray hearts
Like fully pregnant clouds
Awaiting thunder to birth
04. LIFE SOUNDS LIKE COINS IN MISERS’ MESS
Their moon in her terminal decline
In the sky’s underwhelming recline
Reflected on the rear-viewing stars
For their statutory advertorial scars
Like pages of a legendary pineapple
Those eerie ethnic empires expired
And their tribalised towers tumbled
Traumatised thoughts toured tombs
With tubular terrors taking the tolls
Like peckers pecking protective pod
Gog and magog, death’s lethal views
Framed for blood, pains and sorrows
Under the mountainous mushrooms
Aboard the bewitching watch of war
Life sounds like coins in misers’ mess
05. WITH MY KITE IN THE SKIES
With you my kite I envy the skies
On you my kite I give a deep sigh
Like you my kite I bounce in styles
For you my kite I stand on a thigh
On simplicity floats my ancient city
Communal loyalty is my daily duty
In the breast pocket of soft charity
Like white clouds made for beauty
Huge storms bear the black clouds
Like whirlwinds spraying dry leaves
To pay up huge generational debts
Embedded in the dog-eared ledgers
Their teeth glitter like sharp sword
Their beards as black as hell tunnel
In their motions are pools of blood
To disgrace the gracefully shy skies
06. EAGLE
Spiral diplomatic monument
Lighter placards hosting hero
Revenue from the light galaxy
Your shadow complicates lore
Rhythm of your fancied claws
Like lightning depths surging
Lethal aerial diplomatic cargo
Upon the heights for thunder
From all corners of the world
On your terrifying front page
Edited firmly and intelligently
With blowing breeze bearing
07. THE CIRCUMCISED POET
Heavy hammer hovers
Sickeningly and deadly
Worsening wage of sin
Weighty for all eternity
Dreams dyed dreamer
Nightly sobbing of sores
Dewy decimals in dreams
Like the stylist eagle skiing
In the bones of the far sky
Glassy galaxies galvanised
Fame flaring from furnaces
Lyrical lures of lime lighter
Anciently and modernised
Breached blades bleeding
I am the circumcised poet
Highly mysterious foreskins
Concealed in the eggheads
Await intellectual hammers
To crack all poetic nutshells
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08. THE OVER ZEALOUS SEA
The sea in his miscalculated zeal
Espoused the cargoes to his seal
Like cold western sky in disarray
Bleeding from the horizon’s tray
His wraths draw down his claims
On the days he heaps his blames
Before the pews he pays his staff
To drown a contentious old scarf
For a shore line he makes his bids
In agreement with the cold beads
The fireflies in their anemic flights
Cast the epileptic candles as lights
From the bosoms of the angry sea
Darkness conceals all eyes can see
His mercy for war ears but to hear
The contrary judgment born to err
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09. LAME HEARTED ANGER
Offer me not the front page
Off your ruinous home rage
Neither the remotest hanger
Nor your lame hearted anger
My airs seek blissful manger
From the redeeming villager
With life bearing lone ranger
Brewing the heavenly singers
There are no rights for wrong
When your dark bells go rung
10. RIGHT TO RETURN
With a painful right to return
When for life my flesh is torn
Upon the ragged sea my turn
My head breaching the thorn
Sure with my rhymes on tour
For an egghead’s linear shawl
In obeisance rhythms on four
Like mills lapping logged saws
The farthest clan on the peaks
There dusts and ashes preside
In tongues the final foe speaks
Like souls kept for the bedside
With dark skies floating towels
Upon the seas’ boiling bowels
Weeping organs of the whales
Have huge cargo ships to sway
11. LYRE
Highly footnoted lyre
Lifted by the soft tires
Herein is my stark fire
Celebrating your wires
Let me hold your horn
Blown with life for fun
Far from ethical thorn
Here the truth is born
Within you love is dear
Like heartbeats to bear
Yours is lighter to wear
Away from broken fear
Like you is a power day
Penned within pure ray
Love my bill to fully pay
On your lyrical highway
THE WAVES
The vicious waves
The deadly bombers
Para-trooped outwards
Like tonal thunder storms
In a bottleneck vengeance
In the imaginary celebrations
Arose breaking, breaking bread
The bloody waves
Breaking dimensions
Like the migrant birds
Abreast controversies
Castrated by the shores
In measured lamentations
Dropped down, down dead