Biography of DUW Robinson
A talented, young, intelligent, ambitious engineer who has a flair for the literary, especially novels and poems: in short.
DUW Robinson Poems
Bed Of Roses
I want to lie in a bed of roses And be in your arms when the sun goes in Kisses and butterflies to keep my head spinning And in my dreams watch you shake your waist of beads
If it was me or my eyes doing tricks, I can't recollect But I was sure I saw palm trees and white sand They flew into my eyes with such power, the sand
As I lay I write, as I write I sleep My pen on paper, my eyes take a peep From their closed shells into the darkness deep Blowing, blowing, cool breeze blows me to sleep.
Voices in my head, voices in the night Voices that tell me it is time Time to be reborn, time to fight Time to kill the candle but still show the light.
She said to me, 'I search for the way' It was a little tearful voice Couldn't see her, but heard her say 'Lost, Mister', above all the noise.
Player Or Pawn
Only see in black and white Supercedes a game, now a fight Castle left, king to the right Around, screams of 'run, run'.
If I lie may I be struck with an incurable sickness/It was my aunty I saw at the witchdoctor's/He was a black man conjuring spirits and phantoms out of darkness/I had to get a closer look without formenting any ruckus. Staff stuck in the ground, bones and stones lying on a ratskin mat/
At Night 1
Awoken from this tortuious slumber by de owl's hoot/mornin has come i suppose so my lids flutter open like an imploding osprey/a garrison of small bodied beetles have gathered under my foot/i look up, its still dark, so why did i awake.
What The Night Knows
Its 7: 00am I'm awake but still feel sleepy My ears yet glued to my head But its all tweet tweet around me.
n a bulletproof vest I await Cupid But her arrow shall pierce me through A nickel for my thoughts, for my heart a penny What if I love you?
A Frame of broken pictures A wall of torn shadows A body of cursed sores Bleeding feet with no souls
Life is grey Shades of black and white Some birthed at night, others at day Fate bestowing on some the privilege of sight.
Leave me to weep Don't say its okay Leave me to peep From behind the curtains as it floats away.
If I lie may I be struck with an incurable sickness/It was my aunty I saw at the witchdoctor's/He was a black man conjuring spirits and phantoms out of darkness/I had to get a closer look without formenting any ruckus.
Staff stuck in the ground, bones and stones lying on a ratskin mat/The witchdoctor was rooted to a stool made of antelope legs/My aunty seemed to be kissing the witchdoctor like mad/Jelly replaced my heart, my eyes turned to stone, as my limbs couldn't take more steps.
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