Today is the day that you are born
The man behind the dark glasses
Motionless in bed like a flag with no wind
Expressionless in bed like a still lake with no ripples
The race against death, lost
Down in the burrow; my heart, Ophelia
She came at my weakest and cursed my heart to dream of her
Her oils, flame my love so that
Laying on God’s green earth and staring at the far away sky blue
Then came the thought of a man I knew dressed in blue
But he quickly hauled me away with a gun in his hand and we sailed to some faraway place
Not that this was a dungeon where Hannibal Lecter* lived, indeed it was no such strange place
Listen darnit and listen hard!
Catch the echo in the room bouncing off walls
Echo so heavy, it weighs on your thoughts and feelings
The echoes of human struggle and disparity amongst peoples
How sweet was that day I was born?
When now I imagine that the sun bowed out early to the lands
And the stars twinkled all night
The low hanging moon smiled immensely
With the birds chirping ever so softly in that afternoon sunshine
And the streets buzzing with cars going zoom zoom
The crescendo hit peak and went dead silent
When you suddenly appeared
I hate to talk about self
Why would I want to talk about self?
But been black and educated in my community
That makes me at the same time both…
Cry, and thousands we cry
A million, heckled and shackled, we cry
On this river of tears, we cry
Suppressed and oppressed we cry
The man with the voice, the rage, the stick
The boy under his roof, the child, the innocent
The man with a vision, a family, a job
I found you at an early age
Took you under my wings...
My joy, my love, is you
Nothing can separate you from me
Careless whispers, heartless talk
Where are you going with this?
“Daddy was not a man for me, mother was everything”
Ignorance breeds ugly talk
Some days I wish I couldn’t read
So I could stare at words which are painful and laugh
Some days I wish I couldn’t see
So everything that brought tears in plain sight I wouldn’t know
Follow me as I take you on a journey back to my hood
Pay attention to the heart beat of the street
At every street corner a vice
Guess who is behind the door?
The red horned devil with a staff
Need I an excuse for all my failure?
All my tribulations, all my sorrow?
Dead tired from the heat of summer and hungry from the days labor
Had I closed early today, I wouldn’t be wandering the streets
The street is quiet as a grave, not a life in sight
Fireflies ahead headed north
What matters of the world that cause me to deep sleep
So that I was in a class watching a sniper on the roof
Then followed the shouting from across the hallway
To save two young men’s life who were about to jump off the roof
I was born in Madrid, Spain. My family migrated back to Nigeria when I was about 3 years old. Today I live in Madison, WI. I love poetry. I love the 'Arts'...Art is all around us. I am not the Soccer Star David Beckham; but I do play and coach soccer as well. I just turned 33 in July. That is how old Jesus was when he died. I am happy to be alive and happy to have you stop by and read my poems. I often try to take a traditional poem and give it my own touch. I make it mine. My talent is my words, my emotions come forth as my vision does in my works and in my words. At least I try. My poem might not be Shakespearean, I don't expect it to. There can only be one William. But, I try hard to do works that will make William proud. I have this practice that I have always followed. That is, 'Do your works' it might not be the best, but will be considered as 'One of the greatest of all time' My unique vision I humbly share. If you enjoy them, please leave me a comment, else if you see ways that I can improve or make it better, leave me a comment as well. Cheers.)
The Theory Of Absolution
Today is the day that you are born
Your eventual exception to the way I will raise you will remain
Hugs, flowers and kisses, everything that I have I give to you
I wish I could isolate myself from your life
From whom you are going to grow up to be
But how can I? … The apple does not fall far from the tree!
Therefore my apologies at this time of birth I offer
That my ideas rub off on you and cause you to be who you didn’t want to be
Or that my way of upbringing causes you to be a recluse
But you did all right for yourself as an adult but hated still some of my influences
In time, I would get older and weaker and you will get older and stronger
In time I will lose my faculties and you will get smarter
But label not my ways as foolish I beg of you
What I have, I will give to you … Food, comfort, life
In so far as not to our past we can return to change things, for that is foolish to think
But in time therefore, consider my actions and find them ‘blameless’
I too shall consider your ways ‘blameless’
But by this understanding, that we may pursue life in great fulfillment and joy
We have come together in God's time to create this story
I hope you can accept the outcome of your life on this day of your birth
Very moving The man behind the glasses
NICE PORTRAYAL OF BOTH...............FANTASTIC....AND I'M GLAD OF READING IT.......THANKS FOR MAKING ME TO READ IT.......
Your poem I enjoyed reading it
Yes I liked it it was good thank u for sharing it with me.
Just this moment I should escape to safety, this many fantasies I care not resist I can relate to your poem entitled Mirage 'The thoughts of trust betrayed and sheep in wolves clothing, the one I thought I knew, and whom I gave my trust to, but turns out he wasn’t the one I thought I knew' I love the lines above. Somehow this could happen to all of us.
Thought as well as expression go together in your poems. They are lovely and readable. Friend, inspire the world with your great imagination.
David is a true artist and a vivid poet, I am happy he has shared his wonderfull poems with me.