Camouflage Leaders

Yesterday, souls where injured.
Many mute beings cried.
The injured ones where spit upon
Their bones where grind with boots.
How will democracy ever gets a feet?
Their body language is disgusting.
A mimicry of masses not to weep
Rather they preferred their tears withhold.
As powers collide on umbrella and fronds
My innocent eyes turn-off its chains
To decide where freedom and liberty lies.
How will democracy sailed on the earth?
When camouflaged leaders, maraudes our land.
A big fattened lamb cries for his shepherd
I am a lost thin lamb trying to survive
this bloody forest, where devourers feed
on the masses.
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

Meat

Tough meat fills the tissue of weary men
As strong liquor increases the thoughts of one soul
Give a child tough meat in other to see the world
Beyond and above three dimensions of thoughts
A lazy child is fedup in the exercise for his soul
and swallow the meat without tearing it into pieces
Making his approach to life so timid of spheres
The world teach words of mystic mystery words
Only an enlighten soul understands the meaning of existence
everything is constant as the glows and shines
soft meat sweetened and possess no tastes
So my muse is fill led with heavenly and earthly meanings
Only time will tell as the stand all tides that will blow and flow
For they’re meat that fills one soul as a truth seeker finds
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

Summer ghost

Sweet companion as we always had
The balcony echoed talks as said
Our heart close-keep as we sings
Viewing the universe with wine praises
For we’re going to be as lass and lad

The summer vanish it is time to go
As my heart dwell as lonely house I know
Your presence furnish my cellar walls
And protect me against my ill falls
Only your heart embrace me as berries brow

Heal my footpath in thy breast shield
And prowl me as your mowing field
For I give my heart as an orchard copse
Waiting for you to reside and water my cups
In this I gain sanity for I shall be healed

The summer star shines at night
Tumble as black bat on my heart
Suck the nectar to pollinate a being
As I embrace you as my endless ring
Your thoughts chase me as a ghost
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

The Night Dance

The whooshing sounds of the river ripples in joy, as we hold ourselves atop the hills in other to test how real our love is, a committal approach to life. We have avow to die for each other as we elope from our home. To nowhere we walk in the still night as it dances in total darkness. We submit our heart in childish thoughts as we curled our hands towards the stream. The fear of the chirping insects and the prowling bats intensify our togetherness that forever we shall be one. We rolled at the empty music of the night as the ten hours moon shone across our faces, kisses gunned down on our lips and we embrace each other to keep the cold night warm. Our primal eyes sees what was missing, it was lack of understanding from our parents and their cultural notions to chose who they want their heart to be in other for ours to incline and succumb to it. A notion to heart enslavement, for my heart sees you as a divine soul mate. The still night bears happiness as I am with you. A feeling I wish will never end even though their is barrier to our involvement, in this our love grows like raspberries waiting for we to press as we suck it juices. You’re the juice my heart declared and deserved to have. You rejuvenate my dying soul with endless breathe. I have come to observed that without you this night wouldn’t dance with stars that shine forth as a brook of water flowing the sieve sands. A swimming fish on the tides of my heart. Whenever the day breaks into the wild forest our heart shall go, picking all the date fruits as Adam and Eve, forgetting those whose notions to slavery imprisoned us. For abundance liberty our soul deserved and wish to bring a paradise of beauty in you my love as we dance tonight heavenly bodies will touch the heart of our oppressors to know what it takes to love and be loved, my love.
(c) Martin Ijir 2018