The mad man

The mad man
Long before now, long before time was infused inside my soul. Before I was sent to the earth. Near the stream containing many shrubs I walk on, elegantly without fear, shame, and harm. I have seat my self in those sullen water, i guessed nine months or thereafter. I was threaded with the placenta of birth and death. Betrothed to life scorching sun, smiles of bitter rain and lustrous muses of scavenging for the nuts to nourished my body, unite my spirit and guides the soul to manage his genderless attributes back to where time wasn’t created. I have walked a million time to the stream, casting my net daily, catching nothing. Even the little tadpoles which a child catch without suffering I alone couldn’t lay my net on. I have lost none inched of a hope because I targeted the daily calmness of the stream. If i could not get hold of the beings on water at least I can pluck the flowers near the stream on terrestrial abode. I walk to the flower, with songs of conquest. She smiles as nature, baring the regalia of wild purple, waving her nectar in silent wickedness. The wilderness that separates the flower from the stream encamp countless bees that sleeps and enjoy their sun, conversing with the gloom of their wings as they chat. I fluttered myself into this trap. I was stung by the bees. I became a madman. Having no fishes, no shell, no pebbles, no gold, no flower. I am having nothing and carrying nothing inside my haversack bag, as I am going to be infused back into the cubits were time end as a soul.
(c) Martin Ijir 2020

A trance

Under the tree where love visited us
And take us into the woods down to the forest
Where fears erased in our mind
As love leads the way.
I could remember when rain beats me
When I accompanied you home, how late it was
I don’t care, I enjoyed the logjam and wish it lasted
How love makes my body so dried
As I felt your presence, how you called me
To come online so we chat, and to know how safe I am
how you despise your boyfriends because you’ve discovered
The one whose soul is one with yours.
How proud I am to be by your side!
How jealous many felt when we walk together
Then the rumours of me having your carnal knowledge resonates into my ears,
I was happy because I am being talked about
How we discovered the hidden treasure on the tree
Where we sat and read the love in our soul
How your unmade hair, brings the glowing beauty in you
I was tempted to touched them and caress them with my hands
To feel the scents of the almonds you sprayed on them
I was tempted to kiss your glowing lips which invites me
As the rain falls, I heard the silent whisper of your soul
Where those raven pays us visit on that silent day
I know it was real love that burns inside us
This trance makes me believe we speak and understands
The language of the soul which is love, dear lover
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

A perfect rest

If I can wash my-
self there is no need to take a
bathe for I am clean

if I will cloak my soul
there is no need to cloak my
body for I am not nude

being years I saw my
tears it drops when writing this
a happy moment

if I can count the
blood flowing inside me I
will stop it before

death do to live for-
ever as stars in the sky
weaving the still night

if I know today
i will breath my last breathe I
will dig my grave and

lie still in my coffin
as I close my eyes and
awaits an element

worthy of my interment
to set my soul free
from its prison yard

as I walk into
the serene courtyard of silence
as I rest on
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

Nightingale sings no more

The harvested grains remain uneaten
Door opens and embrace all at the even
The mountaineers are trap as they ascend
Infamy tools shackled freedom as it descend
Flowers that blossom poison as marjoram
Morality cease flowing as dead river creates harm
The sky comes down and meets the trees
Melancholy songs of mourning Nightingale sings
Making their voice cease as blood flows
As the smoke covers their spacious souls
(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