The pain, it shoots me like a bullet,
Takes me to the ground
Makes me cry in oblivious shame,
But still it makes no sound
I know through all the loudest screams
Bravery is the thing I need
Shot's been fired, a downward spiral
And the fallen body's no good deed.

In my search, the sage told me:
When rails sparkle their brightest,
The stars in my abode shall descend,
And pleasant air the sacred oak shall blow,

Then shall I meet her.
Then shall I unlock my gated artery of love
And allow her in to sit on the elevated place,
Wherefrom with me, she deals softly.

From then forward I gazed to the stars
Every night, deep nights, even days,
Kneeling like mantis to pray the stars to descend,
But unheard was my prayer.

My Time isn’t up friends
as I stand at the cliff’s end
cool breeze slaps my face it says
what in hell are you thinking
your time is up
jump off the cliff
your life’s end ‘tis

then a hurricane came
it asked
should you need a greater force
just ask me
it also passed away

there I stood in the midst
of the universe
undecided which way

I turned my back
to the call of death
to myself I did say

There are times as the Oceans
you are so restless that it's hard to see
To see the real you who wanders from soul to soul
Learn to drift in peace
that will be as a calm of oil covered seas.

Let not the troubles of others boil the waters that you are.
Be at peace with yourself and learn to play as the sea plays
There you must touch the shore little waves reaching out
Turn the mighty stones of the universe into sand .

visions
of grandeur;
sift through the leaves
another girl of seven language
move the space with massive rejoice
lovers lift the Summer's weight

benefit with no regret
onto the marked kitchen store
faith that bleeds
a license to love insurance to hold

move out upon the withered Elms
linger..voiced bitter surprise;
laughter....
mister without a filter
summoned a beacon fly remorse...

A Sailor’s Plight

I think I heard the clock strike twelve.
First day of a new year another number to write.
I was going to write in Roman it seems it’s the same
MMXX what the hell 2020 will do as well.

I opened the back door kicked out the year before.
Took my time to let the new year in
I can’t move so fast, and it seemed insane
To welcome another year that’s just the same

By Izunna Okafor

Beyond the shrubs of Sahara 
Lifted a munt of brainy bond 
Over the Mississippi of Ethiopia
Lofted a penner with his hunky thoughts

Across the bridge of a foreign land
Hovered a book of beautiful pages
Tightly enclaved yet as an Ireland
In a skull rounded in the clime of golden edges

Off the coast of Addis Ababa
Tears rang bell aloud
Beholding a star being staggered
In a nimbus of a faraway land 

The sun, a glorious orb of burning gold
Casts its radiant life-promoting light
Upon the fertile land below, and
Long, darkling, deep'ning shadows makes.

The furrows of the ploughman's toil grim dim
And (as the sun follows its long, steep path
To that distant horizon where earth and sky do kiss)
Merge into vague, indiscriminate brownness.

Atop the hills, aglow with ruddy Abendslicht,
Sunburned autumnal copses reflect
A hundred, hundred subtle shades
Of green and brown and yellow tints.