Biography of Jolomi Amuka
I was born,
To act, and sing,
To dance and speak.
To write and re-write my play.
To inspire a young mind, just for a day.
For someday, when time presses play,
And the movie reel begins its clockwise rotation.
I will know that I had directed the Feth out of this picture, called life.
Jolomi Amuka Poems
Curse Of The Black Gold
Betwixt the firmament, and light's unerring speed; Eros cries foul. His quiver quivering As greed mocks his valiant attempts with a rebarbative roar.
Do You See Me
It's 3: 58am in New York city, My pen painting patterns, while my tongue drowns in whiskey. I heard dines-ties have always been created on tragedies, Tragedies make the morning news,
What Are We Fighting For?
Since meeting you, I have experienced heaven and hell, Now you got me stuck in pergatory. I wonder why we must fight, to ignite One candle to reflect light on our sacred moments.
Chained neck, I'm your wounded slave, Bleeding heart but you not crying, My love is way too late,
Before me, there was you, Before this, There were two Rival nations joined by hymen's song.
Wake me up, angelic skulls, Tase my zestless disposition. Bruise me. Clutch my bleeding heart in your eager
Like today, not tomorrow, In the farmer's grove on tuesday last. When choices kill naive mice, And whiskey drops soothe troubled minds.
Like wild tigers stuck on desert land, With corroded claws we blueprint a clan. Our salty tears rain on holy sands, Igniting A corybantic pac of aroused cats
Yesterday you saw the last of me, Today you awake a beast. For in these times, Beauty, wealth, love and fear,
I miss talking to you. Many times a day I stare at your face, and with every scroll I make, I look for something new on your page,
Shall I make a toast? To my towering achievements, accolades and prestige, Shan't I be allowed a boast? For I must have a reason to carouse this grand soiree,
5years and a couple thousand miles a away, Africa the continent for which my heartbeats. Like lover's separated by misunderstanding, I'l see you soon,
Note To Self
I found your earring on my bedroom floor, The only thing that proves you were once here before; It's funny how absterging it has become my favorite chore. I don't just think of you anymore,
Hydrate Or Die?
Hydrate or Die, Stay strong or cry, What is this I see before me, 18 christmas trees with one decorated and systematical placed in my lobby.
Nothing To Say
Too much weed, No alcohol,
Too many skunks in my back yard,
They smoke dreams, buy fancy cars,
Pilfering self-esteem to lose who you are.
Hollywood dark, no stars in sight,
Shots of rain, on my brick wall,
No weak spots, just a big fall.
On empty streets we find who we are,
We rise to fall, to rise and fall,