Shut up, God! Is the word we say without even realizing that we say it. Shut up, God! Let me have my way. How often have you made a resolution and you find yourself going back on that resolution? At that moment in time, you are saying, shut up, God! I want to have my […]
Shut up, God! — TREMG
How life writes its own story?
My vomit –
The ejected matter of my life,
Is been taken by another man!
How I wonder within me:
Vomit a woman several times,
There is always a man somewhere
Ready to gulp her down his throat!
True to the rumors,
Life grows in her and baby is born.
Yet, her mama died!
Thank God for the baby,
Her life would have been empty.
Several times over,
Have I try to purge her,
But my weakness fails me.
If life have not written its story,
Who would have claimed the baby?
Can the baby be truly mine?
…the baby of my vomit,
A baby after a story has ended.
How I wish not that the time is true.
Hopefully, though …
(15th September 2011)
Now that the day is over,
And men have come back home from work,
Sleep has gone from my eyes.
Many pictures are playing on my mind,
Many voices;
Many names;
Different floating faces.
Has there ever been love?
Is this feeling not an illusion,
Akin to the closing of the day?
Oh! My heart, why hath thou so forgiven?
Going back to your vomit,
Chasing after shadows,
Seeing affection where there is none!
Closing now the page of her life,
Opening an empty page of my life:
Just cannot wait – I can’t wait.
Out there – there is love for me.
Someone to call own,
The bone of my bone.
Someone to write my story with.
(24th July 2010)
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