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Caduceus and sawbones
I have tried to fix the broken allure
And was the only one obeying the laws
I have had hopes in hopeless times
I guess this place is not of mine..
Now I hear the calls of the white rain
And the cravings of my hot vein
I know all that the ancients say
About the hunter that lost his way
It isn’t worth it, if it leaves my hand
So worryless of that I left behind
To catch the horse, follow the neigh
Truth is bitter, this city is a fray
No disrespect to my background
But I rather my own kind of way
Not dancing underneath the sun
Whereas my destiny loiter in soil.
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Onyeche Vincent Onywkachukwu
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Waiting for sunsets
The cock may crow
at the break of dawn
hopeful we are for,
tomorrow’s sun…
There are times I
think about leaving
and where I will be
lost in my sleep
On the thin ice
we are all waiting
like an employee,
for that we reap…
On our payroll
is the same caption:
saying; “when I call,
don’t be stunned“.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Patience of death
I am astound
by its composure;
cool, calm and collected
it consumes treasures…
On a daily,
against it, I bet
slowly making hay
before the sunset
Hey! judge me not,
we all are gamblers
staking differently
hoping to gather!
You’ve guessed right,
in this game of card
we all want to win
and not say; “last card”
Gazing at our doors
frozen death must feel,
waiting like a dog
to tell an ordeal.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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On your sickbed
Wish I knew tricks
evading the demise
before it knocks,
it is you I will hide,
breaking shadows and scythe
right here on earth.
I wish I had
firsthand information
of He who baked
all breath, and the oceans
I would come proposing
on your behalf…
I wish I had
powers to control time,
I shall rewind
timelines right on my palm
solving your health issues
will be my aim…
I wish I had
power to heal the sick
and not just shed
tears, through the thin and thick
watching you go
grey there on a sickbed.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Beyond sane minds
There are people
who are crumbled
Gone bananas
losing marbles
Seeming normal
but in a mess
Each time their mind
is put to test
Some are nutty
as a fruitcake
And may not know
Is all it takes
There are people
with ropes and knifes
Guns and poisons,
taking their lives
Some are confused
so lost within
Some regular
with wetting chins
See, life is hard
there ain’t no doubt
But in the dark,
mind is the light
And ought to be
A docile sea
Where storms may come,
But wait and see
For droplets lost
will be renewed
And even when
you’re feeling blue
Fallen to pieces,
Or ship capsized
Do not think of
shutting those eyes
Should you be a
giver of pain
I guess you have
to change that name
Not all insane
roam in the streets
Help those you see,
regain their sights.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Jars of scars
A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen
Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins
Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…
I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders
Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember
Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…
Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar
Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars
I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Indescribable
Outcomes of our fall,
Has an open door
Coming from a war
We may tag as life,
Fighting for our lives
Gaining dust for ranks.
Scythe or by broom
People still presume
We roam in their rooms
When we turn to ghosts
Whose breath cease to fit
While the maggots eat.
People think we see,
Walk and always feel
All they tag as real…
Could it be an end
Or a sort of bend
To a whole new blend?
Death breeds afterlife
We were once alive
To say otherwise
Now we are the myths
That are real or not
Until shadows exit…
On this battlefield
Life is short indeed
Silence is the shield
Separating lines
Yes, none can describe
What death may look like.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Scythe of fate
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Sometimes I scream inside my tent
Waking up from the blanks of rest
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
From the voids that cause me to shed
It all seems like I lose my head;
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering what it would be like
In total void away from life…
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Within my faith there is despair
Lying next to my greatest fear
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Transparent yet still not clear
One day I would be missing here…
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Trees may fall, the leaves may dry
I heard that, the soul never dies
Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering if soul is a myth
Created to ease the scythe of fate.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sameness
Dwelling on a large field
Amidst a buried seed
Sprouting into a tree
Then to levels of seas,
Change is a constant thing
The song the birds do sing
Eternity is faith
Reality is but vain…
All flesh exit the town
Even the rocks break down
Amidst the daily smiles
Are corresponding cries…
With many unsaid byes
Looking down from the skies;
Asking several why
I guess, the gods are wise…
More-so,in all of it
Time is so infinite
Yet it is short and bright
One minute there is light
Suddenly, it gets dark
Lying still on a plank
Sometimes wrapped in a mat
Bottled in jars as ash
Returning back to start
Repeating the same path
Yet we forget all that
Seeing others as ants.
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