November Wordsworth

Met at platform 9 and 3 quarters  On a train to Azkaban.  She had crimson eyes Snow was her hair A cat in a hut, potions and a wand.  When I sent her love cookies In a envelope by mail She sent me decayed bittersweet tendrils Rolled in dead sea scrolls by rail. 

I found my self not lone Lonely but fine I can't notice when we got here What maters is I am fine My joy depended on you My blood flew for you Today It's shocking that I no longer have the goosebumps Not even chills down my spine May be someday Though I doubt!

Fixed you But left my heart in fire Not that was I wrong All I wanted was peace Though left my heart in pieces.  Wonder whether you feel the pain too At times That's how it is Always the vulnerable one It's okay.  Cause again I can't sleep without you I can't sleep without you my love.

As he walks out of the door My eyes are dark nimbus clouds They drip what rolls down my cheeks. He knows me Stops at the threshold Looks back at me As I try to imbibe The tears in my eyes. He says; "It won't be long Soon the hour hand will point at twelve again."

 At an onset of an onslaught of dire awakens of a storm of stench, carried on by disastrous western winds sprouts out honor in the heart of Africa. for revival of indigenous etiquette In the essence of independency  for a dreamlike brandnew beginning we wean off spoon feed and slavery. In fear of our inaction's consequence we query our next generation's inheritance won't our blannders become their buddens? with courage and determination a leap of faith against all odds we take a thorough thorny rough though worthy road for the conservation of zenji culture  and the foundation for our nurture. Built on hunchbacks of heroic chronicles,  on demeanour of righteousness we prevail  solid we stand, without fear or favour bold our life begins, tall we stride on  Worth not an amount nor a price created in the image of Him the most high, not Sodom nor Gomorrah, we're Africa  we say no to homosexuality. @ juliuscseguya

I lost grip Sea waves wobble me here & there Like littered paper cast after use My life is void of grace.  I lost equilibrium Like a leaf on the wind My life is out of balance.  I lost velocity Out of momentum Like a train out of fuel. You are my fuel Please come back to me. 

Rusted a nail In a coffin of affection We're a darkened moons Fallen are the stars in our eyes Hearts void of blood Sound orchestras of distortion Kisses of venom An affection of malevolence Dead spirits in a decaying hearts Groan in ruins of Maleficent's dungeons. 

In a cloud of smoke, Rodriguez staggers in In between a wine bottle and a cocotte Points at the door, shuts to her face.  Maria gathers what is left of her shattered pieces With a weathered heart  Under the rain, inconsolably she walks.  At a creaky wooden aged bridge,  Maria stares at a lazy tranquil water flow Marvels if her mind might be right.  Her heart would have a share in the flowing waters tranquility, and it would all be done Maria thinks to herself, once over the bridge. 

I am a night owl I sneak out of the door Recline on the stares under the glimmering shine of the moon.  Anguish and whiskey are foes Her touch and a quill are nirvana.  Cherish her who endures my wakes and pops What can she do? She fell in love with a poet!

As the sun set in the west Cyclones stired up in the east I held her by the wrist Walked from fog to mist. Ebony skies rumbled Meteorites fell Sun flares howled. No where to run, no tears left to cry An amble of goodbyes A walk to the end of the world.

Dark, and threatening is the sky Flashes of thunder and lightning She holds my hand and  Leads my feet to the rain Rain droplets fall upon our faces Intertwined into each other We dance to a hymn of dalliance  Lost in the moment The surrounding blurs and The Constellation applauds us with fireworks of stars. On tweeter

You dug a rift ditch in my heart A bottomless dark deep A haunt of a bounty of homeless demons.  On a nocturnal voyage With a lantern of hope I sailed As morose magenta petals fell A devils anthem was sung.  My lantern of hope quenched What I saw lastly was blood drenched. 

You tinge my world With colors of brilliance Through a scent of aroma You uproot my soul Though close in proximity I hesitate to kiss you with my tongue Allured to you Pity to my foe the bee Disclose my love to you in a devour Look forward to seeing you soon at café Javas