The Tongue Of Blue Poem by Adorn Keketso

the tongue of blue flame
burning ink into word of consciousness
leaving ashes and fossils of sentences in my page
printing my soul down the white diary of life
that can stomach my daily struggles
leaving a legacy on planet earth
a mark like a scar


the tongue of blue flame
burning words
translating ideas into life
scrawling the truth
immortalising it into the grave of my books
only a stupid will find it hell
and try to avoid the oxygen of life
for those who don't breath truth
live to exist and not exist to live
for a book is useless to a fool
who see the world through the eyes of the media
very useless to a stupid
who believe what the naked eye can show 'em
but who am I to tell people the madness of my third philosophical eye?
the conscious of my soul
the inner me speaking in tongues
the ghost within me
smoke weed pray hard
there ain't truth in this world
than the only truth to find the inner you
that's the achievement of the soul
the riches of the spirit
a blind man can't see his own reflection on the mirror
he still search for God
not realising God is the existence
the breath he breath
and the Life he live

the flame of consciousness
burning blue in the empty minds of pseudo-philosophers
who traded philosophy and
black consciousness for politics of the belly
stole cheese on dinner table
to feed their paunchy bellies
Spin Doctors roll a silver PR tongue to have us duped

the flame of blue
rising in the sea of words
poems smoked 'like space cookies'
on a journey to realise the delusion of reality
of a poet crying from hunger
replaced with Goodenough’s 'taste of my vomit'


the tongue of blue flame
burning red
printing pains into words
pains of a mother who sold her femininity to prostitution
to feed her children cheese
pains of a civilised cannibal
whose cries of hunger got replaced by a bullet
pains of a child's cries substituted with a galloon of skokian


the flame of blue is burning
ashes of pains scattered on the pages
politicizing hunger
and philosophising poverty
publishing romance full of poetic flowers
but this flame burns to make you realise the power of
expressionism
the aesthetic power of ink
and the truth in poetry