Verses From Awgu Hills (XIV)

in #poetry6 years ago

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I grew up with a language
Fighting for spaces on a sojourner's tongue
& blended with the wind & tossing waves
A language folding itself into blur memories
To obstruct the rays of yesterday's sun
In the eyes of girls who call sunrise a bad lover
Call me an alien- a being with a body
Stocked between 'welcomes' & 'goodbyes'
My mother said we're not of this world
We're transparent bodies
With openings for the world to pass through
We're only here;
-to wrestle with time:
It's the prelude to existence
Before bumping into demons
Camouflaging with our father's names
And those things that bald their heads
With tales that held the world apart.
-to write our lives into immortality:
Our life is a pen with blue inks
Every word written with her
Leaves a footprint at the birth of every sunset.

  • to act our godship(s):
    I read this in a book in my neighbour's eyes
    'We're gods created on the God level
    To break boundaries and write
    Our names with its broken pieces'.
    -to heal, love and redeem:
    Like angels
    Our souls are castles of love
    And rivers of intimacy
    To beings with torn skins
    Beings- searching for God only on blank sheets.
  • to run the run of fate:
    A boy would be leaving tomorrow
    A girl would be left with the images of her own shadow
    A father would say his last prayers in few seconds
    A mother would cry and call death a whore.
    We're on a mission to the ends
    Of everything in the attire of silence.
    The day we die is the day our life begins.
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    © @chuka
    2018