November Wordsworth

 All along allover and moreover over dunes among raging sand storms in the middle of the East under wrath of a merciless sun just to savour milk off a dirty cup, fate of a minute's maid. Wistful toes kissing sharp sand grains laid over an earth thirsty for sweat carried on by a november spiral wind dehydrating what's left of the wails of her inconsolable despair, wilts not, keeps guards up. Twisted twice in bruises of toil all around the clock hunches her back reminiscent of a painful past, an anxious present and worries of the unpredictable worse, that's yet to come. All along allover and moreover over the Sahara to the pearl flowing in bountiful flows of milk & honey. holding onto a smile deep from with in coming home to mama. Brusque smiles from a distant rainy eyes for toils of vanity Where is her sweat? were all the pictures sent a deceit? Her heart shutters In front of her who carried her for nine months. What's that that's worth a worth, worth fighting an

 On the other end of a tinted valence window  pale tear stained faces puke wistful glares, covered in raggy crochet stitches Beneath the wuthering heat waves  off dusty streets of Kampala suburbs A smooth line lies between fate and fortune  along the merciless sun scorched asphalt anchors their nurture and nourishment wonder how they all got there,  wandering over emerald hazes of haunting  unanswered "who" questions, of; Who draws quilt covers over them, when the day bleed nightfalls, in raids of anopheles swarms, who offers remedy, midst a nocturnal mare's haunt, who consoles?  and a bigger question of "where" rumbles; where do they go, once they surpass 14? On this other end of the window,  as many caress up window g lass switches a juvenile human facade threatens showers,  whimpers off an ache from deep with in,  for those embracing the serenity of their chains,  endless why whispers entangle in woes; Why, why doesn't anyone care,  isn't there anyone

 Look at the skies pure in sparkles and in a moment Along with threats of showers Their beauty will yet be bled in glooms May be the brightly shining sun The stars, the moon and the fireflies Nothing lasts forever sweetheart.  Take console in me, In a world of toxicity Where bad things happen to good people, Drain not, my dear no, do not wilt For I am here for you,  a shoulder to lean on, and a pillow to cry on  Isn't that what friends are for? Turn on the light,  that lays with in, Ignite the spark,  hidden behind the entirety  t o your pure soul  Let not the negative energy eclipse  the beauty that cuddles deep with in the beauty you are, just the way you are. Along with a remedy for your heart  in throbs of pain I came Allow me to kiss your tears away, For I am selfless for you Though selfish for your smiles  smile for me, just for me and only for me,  In a moment's time, let's take flight  In the skies, among the clouds May the clocks pause, in a beat's skip You and

 You think someone, took the place you had in my heart, oh no, no no, no way. no one could That thing, you and I had was something else. Something unfathomable,  A thing I can't explain, that I only feel something that only existed no where, just here.  Something thick, thicker than water,  just like blood to me you're like home,  east west , north and south  home is the best.  You think I am mad at you,  may by gones be by gones,  why would I be,  withal all the wounds are healed now,  and the scars faded.  Those jokes we used to have The long nocturnal phone calls I've missed you, like hell Shadiah, could this be that right moment,  when I could pour out all All that I had held back for all those years. @juliuscseguya 

 Strobes of light writhe off a shy wood fire shining brighter than streets of Hampshire  encircled and lit in the darkest of nights nourishing hungry livid faces off illuminance, soothed by tales of Grandpa synchronized with hoots of an aged owl. Nostalgic embrace of dry tales along a land dipped in scorch  fractured clefts of the earth and lips In the squeak of dry obnoxious laughter  our hearts quake aches of a question  "When will it rain?" Behold a quietus in humble transcend a filth in stealth under a dome of a raven swarms tiptoes culmination, a judgement by fire An end yet to come.  Tearless woes of congregational sobs ducts been drained to drought all along on empty stomachs and dry throats,  young and old in bold out we cry,  "skies give me rain - Ggulu mpa enkuba"  Behold stands a throng besides entombment, entombment of a god of showers, rumbling stomps, drum beats, chants of psalms. a ritual of sanctification and atonement, a lasting ordinance for all ge

 On a fugitive escape from everything that's him In quest for that,  I'd known of me and my old self again. Lost my self in his pursuit  along an old path Lost everything that's him,  along a path to a new self. Just like a silk worm devours mulberry leaves Metamorphoses into a chrysalis Away flies as a butterfly. Merily a deep awakening I receive  A matrimonial sacrament Anchored in the parole of His lips As a lamp to light a way to my last days. Behold a soothe underneath sea spray along shores of a crystal clear sea,  in the heart of a tropical paradise for eternity, forever and ever.  @juliuscseguya | #november_poet

 In depth of a languorous siesta, An amble along a crystal clear path, hoisted in the sky among stars through the eyes of the hubble, I skim prognostication.  What I was about to see down I was told to write,  send to them that culmination  was yet to come.  At time when the old had passed  except a king, two queens and the earth nothing else had been left. In the heart of the earth, Dangled what looked like an electric brain called dian nao "电脑" in Mandarin  Attached to eyes in the sky watched over the earth all day all night. espoused the two queens He is King of the earth,  holds apparatus of authority in his right four conners of the earth hear him speak. After that, I saw queens of East and West  Cortana and Siri with their concubines.  Who entangle the earth in a wave web network   They rule over the two hemispheres of the earth  On behalf of the one who stands in the middle Every one knows them, hears and talks to them But no eye has ever seen them. Only through them c

 Littered whiskey bottles In a sense of immense hypocrisy Failure by a test of time A scrimmage of thought Streaming into a river amorous fire. Behind a very irrigated face "What's that that she's got that that I got not", I mewl. Could she even have not known, That he's all that I got?   My wail is not in vain Tears I may wipe but not the pain Out It shines, in my face only it's rain Snatch me off this chain, darling do not let me drain. My sprit and soul too left when you left See what I've become An empt, a maniac, a lone wanderer Trailing the bottoms of the darkest sea Hope extinguished, in the absence of light. Intoxicated with her coquette, off you left in a quest for her your one, and here you left me your only. A scapegoat of the sins of your laxuria feasting on the rain of my own showers.    @juliuscseguya 

In espouse of the lull dark of the night  and caresses of blue known only to the moon,  we trade souls for flora & fauna. In the heart of a ripple under the watch of the sky In the illuminance of the stars we teach the environs a terpsichore,  an affaire d'honneur terpsichore You and I,  gnarling in the agony of redolence. Time isn't watching, procrastinate not! Behold, may our robs take flight and,  lips bleed coquette May you burn for me,  only for me Along with a eulogy of our rebirth,  may we hum.  november (the black poet) ©2023 

In a world of  miscellanea Away I gave a soul for an embrace of a heart, along a dreamy insidious voyage midst entrapment by a bittersweet. Look what have we here, a solid thing in experiment that I tried to be, just like a tree,  though a leaf, blown away, along with a breeze. A waste of journey to a world of lost souls deprived of grip away I slipped, to the lost unknown. "This world is full of miscellanea," it's easy to forget that, when you spend so long in this realm of reality. It's easy to forget that, there only is "self love" for we are one "me and I" lost my self, in pursuit for the unknown we again shall meet perhaps, "Me and I." let it be lightening, thunder or rain. @juliuscseguya

 People say age is just a number,  I say it's is a delusion of a deluxe illusion. Age is not something you have, It's, "what you are, what you were & that you'll be" The melting candles smokes & blows Are nary an impression  neither the flickering crackers,  And the irksome confectionery traditions.  It's the memoir,  The tactile of the reality of life,  a fact that things will never be the same again  Are the annual novembrine 27th's package.  People say nothing changes,  Withal for my case it all changed then,  when I went to bed an old child, And woke up a young man. @juliuscseguya

I am mist,  here for a moment & later be gone A sneeze, a wink, a ripple.  A heart breaks in a beat's skip At the depth of languorous lusts,  Reality blurs behind nightfall's massacara.  In a wink, for quietus falls a thistle petal,  Here for a moment, & now forever be gone. Trumpets bellow a silent-emotion's whisper Whispers of a cold sombre romance,  Romances of a double-adged steel bleed. I am a mist,  Love me now when you still can, I'm here for a moment & later be gone.  @juliuscseguya

Chronicles of a glooming motherland,  A land that flew in a bounty of milk & honey,  An African pearl,  a domicile for love, serenity and harmony,  exfoliated to a haunt of melancholic sobs. Abandoned mother widow, mourn not!  Woe not ancestors, "Sultans & Fathers in spirit"  You who laid your backs for the foundation,  onto which this great res publica was built Imbibe your inconsolable tears.  Between the banks, over the bed of the Nile, flows blood of gunned down nations men.  On the inclines of the Rwenzori,  Anchors the quietus of Rwenzururu dwellers,  dead though gone not.  Fallen is her glamorous name,  Her splendor is a popped bubble of froth  The law of her lips is a spider web,  That ensnares flies,  withal roaches amble through in sleight.  A thirsty, blood drenched and scorched earth.  On a yoke of pain, anxiety and hopelessness,  Wistfully I asked,  "Where I should go, what I should do?"  The Djinn told me, "There is no where to run, no tea

Amorphous elongated limbs,  Fingers of an aesthetic string pricker  An adept  thespian  In a home celestial harmonics.  A couple of a fore finger and a pollex  Kisses a median violin string in laze,  Sending shudders, chills down it's clamp  Resonating into spikes of sonorous  Clefs, sumptuous notes and tunes.  A stride along the mahogany balcony,  soothe radiates off strings of a cello  Hoist inclined in a tranquil intimate touch  Astride betwixt pegs of a histrion.  A slithering writhe of symphonious notes,  To stimulate seasons,  November leaves, cherry blossoms, snow flecks and warm dusty northern winds. @juliuscseguya 

 It all feels right, though in freight  In deep caresses of light I soar in the wind's flight laced in a ring of delight.  A twinkle in time,  In the ecstasy of hypnosis  spellbound in a moon's eclipse  Lost in time, lost in the moment.  Lissome toes kissed by ripples,  Somewhere among the waves,  where feet have never been,  and no eyes have ever seen.  In a time,  worries dwindle to dwarf flecks I a grim,  The past, present and future vanish Left is a sea of glass, clear as crystal! @Juliuscseguya 

Miscellaneous wishes,  Death or breathe A bet for fate?  Let me not be prey,  To karma I pray!  It's the journey,  We all are destined for but; "how does one get to her destination,  Before she sets off for her journey?" Peace Kamuyat , pieces spider!  In a night mare's depth,  A kindred over perennial atrocity,  Weaves an endless  spider entanglement of wistfulness,  For doom and gloom.  Woe Woe Woe  For the time has come,  Even the thinnest air  will be taken away from you On that fateful day, your light will shine no more.  Cobwebs and spears woven and smithed  by your own hands  Will ensnare and pierce you,  And dogs nursed off your own tits, Will bite your calf!  @juliuscseguya

Horizons hate skies, and Heavens kiss earths not. Dumb nerves feel no touch,  Dumb touches feel no nerve.  Void of audacity, cold you scold Postulating a repair.  You dare even get the nerves huh!  it only hurts when it's you, right?  You broke me first! Whilst the scathe,  a thing unfixable with in broke. For unfathomable reasons,  And uncalibrated seasons,  In a lake of tears, I swum!  In a shrimp, out I was swooped Layed to nurse the apricity of a kind heart Anchored in the depth of,  a pair of a mender's enthralous eyes Left, and started the healing! @juliuscseguya

A crazy organ In the heart of my thoracic cavity Sends chills down my spine As I try to think about you. As hard I try to push back And imbibe the inconsolable It's true, my heart is right. It loves you regardless of the cracks. I messed it all up, I should have carried on the courage Confronted and tore you off her lips But, I just walked away. Perhaps by that, If you happened to look deep inside My open heart through my eyes You would have known, how much I love you. Off head, I dial your number, But again the thought of you kissing her Deep with in, sets my heart ablaze.  I couldn't do it. If thoughts of you sting this much, How more much would your voice? @juliuscseguya

Met the love of my life,  On the other side of a talisman's nightmare.  In the middle of nowhere,  Black and white turns the world In her arms I fall asleep.  As all goes quiet,  The rumbling hooves,  Foot steps and squeals.  Intertwined in a bosom,  She says, "I'll come with you,  wherever you go. "  If you climb high enough, Even a night mare  can look like a dream.

You're the love of my life We can be here there or anywhere, that matters not. I don't remember whom I was, before I met you neither would I like to find out,  what I would have been with out you. Anywhere, there or here you are my home I would like  to be yours Would you be mine? @juliuscseguya 

Along pipelines Flew I in trials & fissures Among dark caves & deep craves Hovering over darkness, light I saw, at the end of the tunnel. Onto a lantern of hope  As a strong hold I held between a rock & a hard surface  Among  highs & lows Of a furry road race,  I never lost heart.  "Even apostle John was burnt" When you choose a different path Enemies gather But together as one, I defeat them.  Naked came I!    Squashed out of ferments, I am sweet the wine you savour! Purified with fire. It's time I shine My time, my moment! He who laughs last, laughs best! 

We pretend Like everything is fine  We pretend Like nothing ever happened. When you left,  Something broke Deep inside me, something I can not get to fix.  Fire burns deep  down a lake of tears  The sixty six books too,  Can not quench it.  How deep have I sunk? deep Intertwined in sheets of melancholy Brethless Intentions Ripped off of excitement.  If you sink deep enough,  Even a dream can look like a night mare.

An anticipation for zesty Drowns me into a bounty for salivation The aromatherapy Holds me mesmerized in a trance In the heart of that, That looks like a trap Beneath the canopy of a table like a bride well set for her groom, she sits. Could this brownie be my bride, I her groom?  Would our wedding be in a glade of a devour? And what would come after? Are you worth my life? Worth a try or the risk? "Answer my questions", uncontrollably, I squall!

Let it rain not, Let it shine neither.  Off the old Unwire,  Onto the new Rewire With thous of tentacles, You are a cephalopod. Hold the lantern with one Your breathe with two Swim with three of the nines. You are greater than you think,  over yet isn't the battle Together we can do it!