We are never ever getting back together

I remember the bitter sweet taste of your lips when we kissed.
The lie you told when you said I was the only one

The forced laugh you uttered when I confronted you.

Your charming eyes drew me closer to the whirlpool of your narcissistic nature.

A confusing love portion which made me to see the saint in you. 

Drowned deeply into the darkest parts of your troubled soul. 

Normalized all your shortcoming because I was so forgiving and understanding.

Making promises that didnt materialize.

Truth be told…I am a sucker for cold hearted lover.

I was convinced that you came into my life with a bundle of hope and happiness.

I failed to notice the devil in you.

I am dealing with the injustice of your theatrical show you pulled when I was at my lowest.

Please dont come back with your excuses that you are now I changed man.

You admit your shortcomings and you are willing to do things right.

There is nothing to amend,

Thank you for bringing out the worst in me.

Thank you for changing me

Now I know the devil doesnt have horns and a tail.

The real devil is right here standing next to me.

Breathing the air that I breathe.

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You are some kind of drug.
I am on rehabilitation mode. Please dont make me relapse.

This game of emotions we play

Save yourself from this mindless adventure
The chills and thrills only last for awhile
We remain blinded by superficial love
Lust that lead us into disastrous action
Leaving us wounded with regrets
Nothing taste so bitter like the lies we tell ourselves.
Sharing nothing but empty promises
Cold kisses and strokes leaving our bodies numb
We chose to walk through the path that led us to the tombs
Failed to understand, ignored the signs, living in ruins.
We lost the time to discover the sacredness of our company
Chose to engage in continual destructive activities
Foolishly falling into the trap of senseless gratification.
Fed our wild egocentric nature with circumstantial infatuation.
Tell him nothing but the truth
He was just another victim of your cruel games of emotion
Bitter black woman on a mission

04/06/2016

Denied feelings
Mind thinking
Intense longing
Confusion consuming
Hope descending 
Distance loving
Secretly wishing

His intimidating
Eyes looking
Pride ruling
Ego overflowing
Patiently waiting
Someday we’ll start talking
Hope that we will be listening

POWER

Power
Attractive and very contagious
Incite one to rule
Feeds the egocentric monster that lives inside us
Demands respect at all times
Fails to acknowledge the laws of other territory
Yearning to dismantle the established systems.
Developing an imbalance institution 
Feeding on lies instantly like fleas on decomposed corpse
Seeking validation on less informed generation
Using hypnotic phrases which tampers with emotions
Luring them closer to believe their blood sucking, money driven and greedy agendas
Further exploiting our broken communities…leaving our humility wounded
Inciting a never ending rage which affect our common sense
How long will our so called leaders live lavishly on our own expense?
How long are we going to act like victims for the struggle?
How long will we use violence to redress the issues of the past?
We are just too blind to notice our inappropriate behaviour
We assume that our action will make our voices to be heard
Talking and hearing is different from actually doing the intended
Let us stop destroying the only thing which will open doors of new possibilities
Liberation doesn’t destroy, it dismantle the injustice intelligently
Engraves its ideas deeply into the mind not the emotions
Although it foolishly inflicts a sense of security
If it is correctly guided it can yield good results
Pity our leaders are power hungry
Influenced by immoral activities to feed their ego
Someday the table will be turned
This might sound like a far-fetched dream but nothing last forever.

Steven Biko...The Legend

The love battle

Please don’t get close to me
The proximity between our bodies
Makes me uncomfortable
Your presence beautifully suffocates me
My body longs for your touch
Your tender hands electrifies my deep sited desires.
Your arms took me in; a remedy of my solitude
Patiently you waited,
Amazingly you listened and understood
Unexpectedly you took charge;
Pity I was fighting you every step of the way.
Sadly I left you wondering; ego wounded
Dangerously I fell deeper into your spell
Secretly I want you
Stubbornly I refuse to listen to the heart-soothing melody of your pounding heart,
Pleading me to give in… lose myself within your tenderness
Softly you spoke….your words reassuring.
Willingly you acted, I reacted
Then shyly my troubled soul drowned in your sweetness
Warm bodies
Relentless desires burning us vigorously
Delivering us from the thirst and hunger of our broken souls.
Wakening the urge to curb our reckless behaviour.
Someday we going to find each other
The battle of the heart and mind will be conquered.

The irony of our love

We are singing the same song but with different tunes.
You are right here with me but your mind seems so far away.
How do we move forward when the picture stands still
Incarcerated by words left unsaid
Hidden behind the veil of our superficial love
Are you prepared to break all the walls?
Open up the casket of my wrong deeds
Damn…you!!! You are not perfect nor a saint
The irony of our relation haunts me
Smeared around with color and pattern like graffiti on the wall
Oblique….codified
Theres no formula nor equation that can solve the problems we are facing
All I need from you is to rescue me
Im drowning deeper and deeper into the drench of confusion
Im being swayed to and fro like the waves in the sea
The rocking chair will not put me to sleep
The uncertainty of the love we share comes crashing through the cracks of these walls around me.
Safeguarding the unknown with meaningless inclinations.
What are we really fighting for?
We are restless like the shore
Seeking peace and comfort in crowded spaces
Failed on the first attempt but Im not giving up
The battlefield is taking all my strength.
Exposing my vulnerability to the master of the truth.
Tired of searching for treasures that are not rightfully mine.
Im grateful for every little thing I have in my life.
I have freed myself from the prison of possessiveness.
Greed is a senseless conviction of ungratefulness
Takes away the real essence of happiness.
Consumed by insecurities.
Do not ask me to go back where it all began
Recollecting those memories we once shared
Leaving behind bitter sweet feelings of our lonely hearts.
Only the truth can save us
It start with I….and it shall end with US only if you are ready.

I struggled a lot to finish writing this poem. There’s lot going on in my life. I wish I could express the exact feelings but the fear of opening up those old wounds makes me anxious. I guess this a price you pay if you are a broken writer who seek comfort in chaotic spaces.

Yours truly
The Whisperer

An Omen

I have left my doors open.
Cold wind sneaking in like a mice.
Carrying the gift of peace and distraction.
I have forgotten your warm embrace
Your charming smile.
You are just a faceless beast
Consumed with an appetite of my blood.
He carved his claws on my flesh
Awakening the deep sited desire of my fantasies.
Captivated by his luring spell
Fabricated underneath the sheet of deception.
Your pleasant scent that lingers through the room
Slowly fades away when you go back to live your other life.
Don’t beg me to conceal all the scars you have left on my skin.
There are sacred portrayals of our moments
An omen of what is meant to be….
In this particular love and war union.
I chose to love you with all your imperfections.
Behind closed doors…pleasure escalates to the peak
We indulge in  cardiovascular activities.
Body sweating…heated bodies.
Commanding us to submit to the language of motion
Enslaved with deep darkest longings.
We danced to our own music
Sadly our wildest dream carries the burden of the past
Disguising the present with lies
Denying that the dark shadow of our bitter sweet secrets will haunt us in the future.

Farewell my wild one

Somewhere between the past and the present.
Rests memories of broken promises, deceit and disappointments.
Deep darkest secrets and events that occured behind closed doors.
Laughter which echoes with melancholy rumbles.
Watchful eyes looking for hidden agendas.
Waiting for the prophecy  of back stabbing to unfold.
Most definitely we are animals.
We are confronted with insecurities of our making.
The discomfort to witness the stimuli keeps the beast on the leash.
Truth be told.
The mutual interest built with nothing but hostility.
Suffocating the rationality of breaking all the ties.
Crashing down the intended deal.
Leaving behind a sweet taste of vengeance.
Karma arrived early.
I should probably thank you for being the wild one.
However you were nothing but a dream.

I am wide awake….your time has ended.
You only exist through the darkness
Thus you cannot be recognised explicitly
You will remain obscure like a graffiti painting on the wall.

P.S. Thank you.

Why dont you get it

I am a wild animal,
I dont conform to pure humanistic sanity.
Im manifested with a great killer instinct.
I will lured you to my space.
Curse your existence behind my smiling face.
Wait patiently for you to give in.
Allow the forces of attraction to take over.
Then feed my inner monster with your flesh.
I find great pleasure from your misconception about me.
I am a broken soul, I dont want you to amend my broken pieces.
Let them scatter around
The disconnections of my persona makes the game more exciting.
If you gave yourself time to reveal the underlying truth  beneath the surface
You wouldn’t fell too deep into the trap of my deceptions.
Never assume that you understand what you see.
My true reflection doesn’t require only your eye sight.
All you human senses needs to work simultaneously.
You need to dig a little deeper,don’t become a passenger in my cruise.
Become part of the experience, explore other horizons.
Do not just accept the menu catered to you.
Ask the chef to prepare your favourite cuisine.
I am a corrupted soul, I dont understand the formalities of being normally accepted.
I speak a dead language understood by a minority.
I am an invisible shadow, a mask which performs only at night.
I dont need any audience, the loneliness whispers the song of staying alert.
You were too quick to assume that you understood my multi-layered personality
My ambivalent nature, there’s no psychological intervention which can diagnose me.
I am shameless to admit that I am a poisonous wicked soul.
My unsettling words silently put a bullet through your brain.
A hyperdemic needle which subliminally get through your veins
Injecting a non deadly venom which keeps you sedated.
Making you to dance on my tune.
Unaware because you are too absorb in your ego.
Its a pity that keeps begging for more.
And I keep captivating you with a toxic affair.

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