Scene 1

    The young sole strides from shores into the ink, -1000
    he paints from the carved lacunas in the heart
    spelling out the unsaid. -1010
    He so draws with the slender supply,
    fearing the drowning splash in the distance. -1020

    To lay to the risk is too deep into the dust. - 1030
    While the years await in desperate restrain
    he shall feed in growth to strengthen fins. - 1040
    The diving shall take the shaped to the colouring. -1050

    The bending of the tall may strain in despise
    But the poet still crawls
    surfacing in slow rush to his rise. -1060

The Inception

My scroll letters my steps in shadows -1070
The light clings to my eyes
flicking from the distance of my genesis -1080
Whatever else that lies ahead, is darkened by the unfolding
of what entails my life already lived. -1090


Had I Known

While the sun shone on our bay
I saw all gone out to make hay
and seeds on their soils to lay.
I sat home and enjoyed my holiday.
Oh! Had I known

The people reaped abundance without delay,
everyone in the land had it made.
So because of the shame, I had to hide away,
mostly because of the loans I had to pay.
All I could carry with me,
was a tombstone made out of clay. -1100
Oh! Had I known

Now I am old and there is nothing I can do
except have these words to say.
Don't ever wait like me till your hair becomes grey,
neither let time decay
for time never comes to stay. 1110
In my whole town, I was the only one treated as a flay,
I only visited homes when they were heading for the buffet.
In my honour, on every gate there was a belay. -1120
Oh! Had I known

The reason why I starve is because to my obligations I disobeyed
To the negotiation between laziness and I, I replied okay
Now its rule I obey. -1130
Don't ever be like me this I pray
because now I have only one phrase remained on my lips to say
Oh! Had I known


The poor man his dreams

As I walked through the darkness of life
of all my wants I was deprived.
For so long as I strived
I could only survive through the hive.

Good things came and dived
oh! how I used to feel like stabbing myself with a knife
but my hopes to thrive kept me alive. -1140

This was to be a writer
I wanted to make people's future brighter
tough unstoppable like Jet-fighter.
Through my words I wanted people to be inspired
mostly those retired or fired
give them hope that they can again be hired
and aspire to reach higher.

Thinking about the fame gave me more aim
knowing that darkness I will tame
and if it didn't happen, I will have myself to blame.

"Life is just a game, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose"
but it depends on what you choose. -1150
I chose to win
I said no to strive and yes to life.
Today, it gives me the means to survive. 1160
and this life is Christ.


Barrenness conceives

I go through a lot
yet I manage to smile.
The strings cleave out of melody
crafting the psalm of the sot. -1170
Yet I know that it is but for a while

Barrenness conceived me in broad daylight.
It pampered me with the ravelling clusters of the stricken.
It called me gaffe. -1180
The foetus in steps on the slippery flaws of a narrow night
licked delirium from the shedding,
frosted from the scoured quaff. -1190

My veins sketched the art of struggle on my skin -1200
the leeching sun depended me for its thirst. -1210
By distant view of its aesthetics
to be made coal, fitted me best. -1220

I paused on the light of disclosure,
the pairing of the roots that pathed to my being. -1220
I fell into to a plot set by the hands of blunder
but my making fashioned me in the nature good fate. 1230

If the ashes of the decayed could bear
then the kismet of my life stands greater to the prospect -1240
All that days offered employed me to the enrolling of the past wages
I still bow head in knee, in obeisance to the leech. -1250

I am stricken with the roar of its appetite
I die yet to live -1260
I live submerging into the realms of changing roots
Am drained into my fertility. -1270


The Stand to fears

Am in a brawl with fear and its succeeding.
My heart is clawed in throng bleeding
and on it, it's feeding. -1280

My toes crawled me in narrow isles
my footprint engraved a map to exile
the land of the old ally
of whom I streamed fierce grief to grow my meal. -1290
I always stared afar off but now I stand at the fierce glare
from the opponent that doth fight another. 1300
I find battle at every step drop
because l have been enslaved
with the whips that order my path. 1310
I am so scorched, so I flee again to wrap my eyes. 1320

I eloped a gratis with my dare
I limped cuffed with fright, springing like a deer. 1330
The holes of the forgotten welcomed me
the dark in loud silence fenced my new home. 1340

The race sought for its medal
the sores advocated to render the penalty -1350
my heart scorned me with the rage of its regrets,
for it betrayed the character of its nature. 1360

I so laid my ego to be horsed, by the better half
that journeyed away from duty -1370
I lingered as the speed of vengeance dragged me to the triumph
I stood driven in the stoning sight
of what I shun to oblivion. -1380
My bravery struck me down to take the reign
It stripped the mask off the foe -1390
and there I discovered ...
I was my fear. -1400

Scene 2

The hurrying jar hastens to the surface -1410
the waters post the restriction...