In the uncontrol arena of trade-offs,
The laissez faire of throne tussling,
Candidates are ready to turn men into toddlers
And men prepared to be pampered with promises.

They are now honing their words
To flatter even fluttering leaves,
To catch the wind of loyalty,
Carving their smiles like sculptors,

Become homeless with the ordinary 
Whose desperation feed on words 
That stop living right from the mouth.
Mandate of pain forgone for promised joy.

Opportunities in the palms of opportunist
Like capitalist masked in Marxism.
Choices centered on constraint options
And negligence nullifies viable ones.

The proletariats backing the bourgeoises,
Then ancient bourgeoises reclaiming the proletariats,
Watchdogs became hungry dogs
Lured by the flesh of power.

Discontent deciders yearn 
for one more disappointment
and ended up picking the bones 
For entrusting hyenas with goats.

When am done filling the gaps
Chances won't slip through my fingers,
Even water will rest on my palms.

When am done filling the gaps,
Rivers of doubts will stay still,
Surprise will overcast them like clouds.

When am done filling the gaps,
The sky will be low for a limit,
Targets will be closer than my nose.

When am done filling the gaps,
Letters alone won't consist my name.
Titles, trophies and treasures will tail in front.

When am done filling the gaps
I will fit into the circle of suits
With just frayed jeans and jackets.

When am done filling the gaps,
My whispers will be louder than roars,
My words will be honored guest everywhere.

When am done filling the gaps,
I will see the color of the foe
That has been neutral like water.

When am done filling the gaps....

Weevils sneaked into the grains.
What was once contained like uvula
Is popping out like hair,
Intestines spilled,
Fluid slithering from the masses’ eyes
Drawing the laugh lines of the land.

Blade piercing the frail armor 
Of the sovereign law,
A pleasing poison of misbehavior.
Grey wigs stick behind desks
Staring perfect fouls
Being severely ridiculed.

Weevils in the grains.
Offenders, sleeping in their comfort grave.
Speakers got no volume 
To chased them away. 
All ears zipped to the cries
And unzip to the dumb clash 
Of their inedible ideas.

Weevils sneaked into the grains,
More blades are being honed,
More scandals clacking under their soles,
Fears tailing the masses’ footsteps
And the men in suit 
Tracking the masses’ loyalty.

In a cloud of uncertainties.

I have been hanging around like a schedule
I remain in line like obedience.
I have waited even older than time. 
Now my patience running like an escapee.

I have been quieter than a grave
Burry in me all that I crave 
Expecting my flowers any moment
But I am only a recipient of loss

I have been overlooked like violation
While I watched others passed
Others who came less than an hour
While I hang farther like postponement 

My persistence is running out of breath
And my clock seems to move with a broken hand.
I keep luring my patience
With hope and honor.

I am tired of being a statue. 
My dreams are becoming immemorial
Waiting for an infinite time 
While time wait not for me.

I am a plant and I will blossom

Pour the laundry water on me
And it vaporizes out of my skin.

Breathe in all the fresh air,
Release and then I will breathe.

I am a plant and I will blossom

Throw the heaps of dung on me
Then come back for my fruit.

Leave me roofless under the sun
And come back to rest under my shade.

I am a plant and I will blossom

Pierce a knife, or peel my bark
I will festoon the scar with a fresh skin

Throw and scatter my seeds
And I will rise where I am not wanted

I am a plant and I will blossom

Reap me of all that is ripe 
I will use the sun to labor my fruits again.

Pull out my lateral secrets 
And I will hold on to my deep roots

I am a plant and I will blossom

Behead my branches from spreading
I will come back like hair on the head

Wish me dead, leave me naked in the storm
And I will live longer than the sky.

I am a plant and I will blossom..

I am properly messed up
Like an organized crime.
Guilt chasing me like siren
For the innocent choice I made.

My heart has been a hostel
lodging prohibited feelings
So teen to be undressed 
And too toxic to be harbored.

Her hypnotic presence
Make my heart loose its strings.
My gaze lingers on her
Like an explicit portrait.

My tongue could not contain the words
 I suffocated too long in my throat
Like a smoke confessing 
The presence of fire in my heart.

 Concealing this feeling
Has been trying to hide the moon .
It goes with me everywhere 
Even where my shadow couldn't follow.

The confession I made
Kept me into hiding 
Whenever I walked outside 
Like a fugitive.

What is getting on my nerves
is waiting for people before departing.
They seem time is what is waiting for them.

What is getting on my nerves
is people intentionally forgetting schedules
and relies on my deliberate reminders.

What is getting on my nerves 
is people taking the due time
to settle their disarray hours.

What is getting on my nerves
is their early decision to go late 
and assume all others will be the same.

What is getting on my nerves
is that they come out dress in sorry
that can't cover the hours lost.

what is getting on my nerves.....

Not all appreciate my presence
But I am a God-sent like the rain.

I met friendly faces like borrowers
Whose interests were not my benefit.

I have been underestimated 
But I maintain my value like a piece of land

I have been exploited like an opportunity 
But I also take my chances like a gambler

life has been heavy on my shoulders
But I remain tolerant like the soil.

My expectations have turned out as cloud dissipation
But I remain hopeful like the famer who burry his seeds in the ground.

I have gone through an open betrayal like erosion
But I still hold tight like the roots in drought.

Dirt has been thrown on to me 
But I remain pure like a gold

Materiality has tempted me like food tempted hunger
But fasting does not kill a man.

I came here lonely 
Like a missing child
But I found my way
with your commitments.

This can only be a mother's commitment
And a boy's promise
Who in turn ask for few bucks from her
To be repaid with a dream.

I know time wait for no one
And your schedules are tighter than the train's
But you do not lose patience 
going through my unscheduled posts.

The feelings I expose 
might just be insensitive 
Yet you give them a heart 
with comments of compliment.

I met none of you in person
Just my words pictured an identity for you
But the trust you've granted me 
Will not be taken for granted.

I don't have anything to prove
I only have a lot to improve. 
Competition binds while the sea set free.
There is room for all to sail and simply be.

I remain calm on my way
Just like I do when I pray.
I am not rushing, I am not a runner.
I am targeting like a gunner. 

If the limit is the sky
There is boundless space and time to fly
And I won't fly with the other birds
if my feathers are seeds in the earth.

I am not a loser if I keep losing. 
I keep trying because it is promising
even if I do not get anything 
I will have nothing to lose.