Seized tears

These blizzards wreak the songs of togetherness
through the night all sounds are unheard
but the songs of the razing fire thatch I felt
the noise of the striking axes passing through deathless
spirits, bumping flies that missed their path
I can hear the songs of agony,
render by their sleeping spirit
beclouding the lids of my eyes, my hands
shivers as a stroke of canvass spited on my heart,
an unbearable cloud passing its enchanting chasm
so much pain, seized tears paints the picture of my frame.
(c) 2020 Martin Ijir

A Bard Sails Home

The waves of the sea storm calms
and the sullen bells rings
the ferry of the candlestick burns
its wax melt down abruptly…
a sage has come grant him admission
How the notes of a spirited muser taste!
at the lips of those who recites his name
Okara, okara the ferry bard sails home
the waves of the desert covers our eyes
a blissful dust is raised up in the heavens

Adieu Pa Gabriel Okara
(c) Martin Ijir 2019

Art as Raiser of the Dead

Art as Raiser of the Dead
Fredrick Nietzsche

Like faded waves, so art inclined
Subliminal memories in ornamental vase
A monumental hewned from stone equates
A sculpted dust. A continuous creation of worthy verse
A devotion to an enlightened spirit.

A preservation of endless task of meditating
In return the departed spirit dance in joy
As many read the lines created in simple form
A soul is raised out of the grave of thoughts
As am found immortalized like a ghost of loved one visiting in a dream.
(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