No! You should know me
tears and torn torsos
Heralded your dawn
Built your city
...
From behind these veils
Of mascara and eye liners
Whispers of stale
Music
...
The earth’s magma shook from the roar of thunder,
Piercing through the night’s eye,
...
They fall softly
Upon my shredded soul
The thud of their descent
Resonates heavily
...
Oh Baba do not die, let’s dine
The soul looks out through bloodshot eyes
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Their rich cloak smells wealth
An aroma fuelled by our governments’ money
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It reaches your brain in a mad rush
As adrenaline pumps steadily
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They call it the Dark Continent
And with pride it smiles
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Poet, photographer and teacher!)
Raynab
Raynab, O Raynab,
My charming dark Arab
My Raynab of silver oceans
And cascading waterfalls,
My raynab of coal colored lotions
Tall as the ancient pyramid walls,
Eyes like a king’s goblet
On a face fine-tuned by the sun
Beneath which lies a mouth, her promises outlet
Lover of fun
And its disciple on this planet
O Raynab,
Raynab of love,
My raynab of promises
Has flown north like a lost dove
Into northern rich tall grasses
Handsome ‘baban riga ’ with a point to prove…
That a coin-filled purse
Is the ticket to a ladies heart
What ticket bought my raynab over?
Nice evening outings
Summer holidays in Vancouver
Or 32karat gold earrings
O Raynab of wonders
A genius with numbers
And a murderer of love’s passion
Her love, my greatest obsession,
Eyes that caressed me with warmth
Now burn my skin with their wrath,
Lips that sang sweet love songs
Now lash at me like twin prongs
Long lovely evening walks
Filled now with heated talks
Oblivion seems so near,
But I know not where I erred
I’ve dug my grave with my own tool
And my home awaits me to come
A shallow abode of pain
Hurt and despair
A worry train
And heartache in pairs,
But for me a new lesson learnt,
He who uses a woman as head pad for his load
Carries that load on an empty skull
Maybe in another life
My lost Raynab
A better long love song
So long my dear
Forever cherished