We all say every day
eyes are only windows
all know
This version is slightly different read it and you will know.
All eyes on me

All eyes on me

Just so beautiful
eyes are windows
through which you see
they also show

smile across the window
all passersby will know
that empty eyes love do blow

let all know
the eyes when they follow
or the final word they slow

whistle for me not, no more
my eyes now don’t see
I have gone
like the whistling wind
all must know

even for those
afraid to get out
and smell life's roses

there are the thorns
we fear

we are more used to
prepared for
the pain
than we know

the existential prick
that is partner
to the vaginal bliss

life drips
with honey
wakes us up
with the sting
of the bee

all of this happens
in the heart

readying us for more
and more pleasure

the aching
the piercing

of light
breaking through
the darkness

Congratulations
for the seriously silent poem
ever written
He'd love your devotion

I silently share your loneliness
and hope
you will have your balance life
one of silent calmness

Eternity is too far to see
let him in your heart
forever live
still
Silently

He will speak with thee daily
your silence will vanish
like a summer's breeze
as your voice in smiles
shall freeze

now kindly read
Silently please

she moves her mouth
wet lip chatter and eating
it makes me think
of her pinkish vagina lips
and her tender warm cheeked rectum
urethral delicate opening
the anus eye
her pipsqueak fig staring

a dark vulnerable miasma
it is the shape of gods 3rd eye

Here stood our ancestral home
the crumbling wall marks the spot
here a sheep was led to the slaughter
to appease the gods and atone

for faults which our destiny
has blossomed into crimes
there my cursed father once stood
and shouted to us, his children
to come back from our play
to our evening meal and sleep.

Just dream of me tonight
Just before you sleep
send a missed call.

Then I shall leave my shell
My soul within you
shall go through your nostrils
into your heart

There it will rattle for a while
Believe me it’s me

Two souls will entwine
yours and mine
‘twill rain but be happy
the night has been born
with two souls energised as one

The whole night we shall blow and glow
sounds of music will come soft and slow

The stranger is hazy, not from this earth.
Phase me, banger, stomp on this dirt,
and the feeling in the moist earth,
thickly lit with tiny textured bits,
vibrating to the depths of bass,
making a statement, bold print,
dancing skeletons and the clock tower’s bent,
moving bustling crowds all around,
techno crowns and the time of our lives,
gooey vibes in a clear light,
through raindrops a red glow,
smokey breeze, green sticky bowl,
sticking pleasant particles on the low,

Relativity Overruled …..

Religious politicians will end us all,
as Lemmings we sleepwalk behind.
Let’s leave Europe, or build a wall,
It’s the politics of the blind.

Let’s stand foursquare with corruption,
greedily gorging on giant golden grounds.
Ignoring mother earths destruction,
believing, it’s never as bad as it sounds.

We’d rather listen to soothsayers,
peddling poison propagating pap.
Remembering them in our prayers,
tepidly trooping towards the trap.

Lost in a tunnel, I might have seen
That vision once given, may well begin
To seek out a light, that once belonged
To a train coming for us headlong

On a phone as a stranger, in a once known land
Forgive all my errors, please understand
That damn near impossible tasks
Demand - all I can summon
In my current command.

Of sneering devices, devoid of touch
My only hope is that one as such
Repeats a slow mantra that all can see,
Give me pad, pen and paper

Set me free.

By Izunna Okafor

Unprecedented and unannounced
The sound out-hauls the band
Beat of corruption much allowed
Now in dual they posses the land

Who should the finger now highlight
The finger itself is bent and bet
White in the day but black at night
The unlucky hens now incur the rent

Hope appears to be a mirage
The eyes of lake that much discharge
Who then can we behold
The more we shout the bold it grows