AN ELEGY

Why didn’t the sun rise?
Only its setting you saw
You I longed to embrace
Give my spirit for nosh
I’ve wept acutely to the core
I have seen the river dry up
Water only hides in the silt
Your spirit will blossom
Where sun has burned
I will sing no more this dirge

written by Charles Kanyuga

DREAMS

DREAMS

Deep in depths
Dreams far reaching
Still owning validity
Even with closed eyes
Horizons meet pupil
Mountains leveling
In fantasies of rest
Creation we create
Chains our mind
Into labors unyielding
Transiently we merry
Again we fall into
Pools of sweat we pour
our brow shining
Slits paints skylines
In fantasies of rest
Authentic indeed
Even of castles above
But rising from sleep
The sun still shines
the alps still high
Pipe dreams
Lacks authority

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SOLD OUR INNOCENCE

SOLD OUR INNOCENCE

Spoken of in tales ancient,
and conveyed in certainties.
Roaring! Like a lion
yet caged in structures
Unnatural; a prison of intellect
Destitute of realities
Telling with rises and sets
The fearful shakes off her head
with scornful look
It’s a frog’s stare at a thirsty deer
a fish in a net cannot swim
Yeah, a toothless dog won’t bite
A ground trodden by many feet
Seeds do die there in
Ascended in altitudes, and crossed latitudes
A measure of valor written in mind;
Of a bearer of fame untold
A dead brigade,
Conquering only in chronicles
Buried, would have been a better justice
But now an itch in our foreheads
As we seek to make right what went wrong
Un-breaking chains of letters
That stole our authority
When we sold our innocence
To the alphabets of doom

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A FULSOME DREAMER

A FULSOME DREAMER

Call me bewilder
I am a youngster
A fulsome dreamer
Rocky is my course
A barren watercourse
Litter has been my cuisine
Since she dropped six under
Mama was a spinster
I had a Shadowy pater
My sibling my sister
The girl they took to aid
The boy they deserted
Alone on pavements
Turned a mendicant
Myself to support
Now I want be lass
A laddie will not subsist
World’s meanness

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