Muttering voices

" Spell Bound" The evening you walked away from him The night cast its spell on your rage Your tears dropped lavishly on your cheek He walked out on you again! He didn't say it was over. He walked on the feelings  You spread like trophies at his feet. And left with her, the new lady that's not you. Your mind were another's, a maniac's. It muttered strange things to your head. Your feet walked on and on Searching to find lost things. When you saw the pictures of you two Hanging perfectly on the wall You heart missed a beat thrice. You held it from breathing its last At least not now but soon. This time it won't be another's hand Ripping you apart  But your own bloody hands Sending the avenger swiftly at the heels of his victim. Vengeance stood in yours eyes  Like a drunken maniac  You're madly in love with him And this madness is the cord that ties this knot again  together in another life. 

"When the Face you Detest is You" It is easy to stare in the face of sinners with holy anger streaming from your face, Smirking gleefully at their foulness, And priding in your self-bequeathed sacredness. Because your robes are white, And your titles high But, hey, what of your heart? You leap on every wrong turn, Crying the law and its damning consequences, Hell-bent to uphold a law you never held. Like whips, your pious smile Scourge their errant souls. From your fiery sermons, two faced-sword Proceeds to slash these damned hearts Beyond the reach of your high-handed salvation. Every Sunday, you wear your scarlet gown With a wig hanging loosely on your head, And a blood dripping gavel in hand, And then sit infallibly on men' sins And dispatch them to the hands of cruel Justice Forgetting you're dust too. Then suddenly, the pendulum of truth Swings to this other side, And you are standing before your foil The breeze of heaven blows on you phoney soul Leaving you bare...

" Bound for the City" Growing up in this small village Felt like a ghost watching his body being interned unceremoniously I was detached from everything else that had a taste of joy. Like a stranger, I kept on wandering far away From the land, from the people, from their dwarfed dreams and shallow fears.  My soul was like a raptured explorer, distant lands held peace and hope for me Far away from the gloom and unanswered questions That plagued my restless mind, Spurring up this journey that is set on my feet. Still, I will take the love of the loved ones along And the remaining pieces of my cherished rags, Such precious remains shouldn't be tossed away so easily. Because its presence breathes the past that I have sworn to part with. The city they say is a wild, To survive you must roar and fight off Other predators like your poor soul, But at the retreating steps of the day, You are sure to return home with a reward as much as your sweat. Yet my soul is bound for this wor...

" Conversation with an atheist Lover" Last night  before sleep stole the light in your eyes We talked about making babies in the clouds And call them angels And they will be so fine  That God will be jealous of our Kind. We laughed out loud It echoed in heaven And I heard God sigh It was deep and throaty And we wondered why God is always a man. He could have been a woman  That sings duduke like Simi Then we wouldn't bother the angelic choir "They will just come and dance shaku shaku with us," you said. You said God can never be a woman. He is a man! Maybe that's why he keeps quiet When men steals into a woman's body like wolves And run off smelling blood and greed. I sighed now but more deeper and throaty than God. I wanted to say I doubted. I wasn't too sure. So I kept quiet. I wondered why such evil lie in man. Most men? You said no  That some are beast and God enjoys watching them feast. I thought I knew God, At least better than this, I really th...