November Wordsworth

Winds of nightfall whisper, soft cold whispers of smoke, on their path to the unknown just passed there, where boldly I stand, in a fellowship of sugar coated lies, engraved deep in mythical vows of; "woligwa wendigwa." High I take a flight into euphory off thrusts of adrinaline beneath a wobbliness of sirens strobe lights of blue and red a twinkle in time, alone I stand, deserted and forsaken. Synapses in caress of the frozen shiny silver braced around my wrists brusquely says a coerced voice; "you have a right to remain silent, anything you say may be used against you in coat of law." november (the black poet) * tales of grandpa* ©2023

There I found you chasing after a friend,  unraveling things of old, among the so called,  lost and forgotten.  I ain't going anywhere,  only there where you are never the same without you  just like something lost, only in you I'm found. Some things never change, even after a test of time,  a thorough baptism by fire, over the years you still stand unchanged, just a lot better when with you, I love me better. You know me better,  a lot better than I or any other  there is a thing about you,  so pure as crystal,  like a mirror, only through you,  have I seen that true me.  Yet though not of the same feathers,  we flock together a lot has changed, in and around time has flown,  yet you remain that very same may you never grow up just be this little. november (the black poet) *tales of grandpa* ©2023

This is for you,  from here t o there  where your heart is,  gnarled in mickles of silence  a heart worn inside out,  in a hamlet of your unspoken.  In your dreamy excursions  You speak to my breathe, dance to my heart beat you wish if once I could say it but how? Yet just like me,  you never have ever said a thing.  You huff in your odd sniffles fall for my rising lips,  adore the other falling one.  in your dreams, you call my name stalk along among long hallways,  yet when we meet, you utter all, that's less than a whisper.  Bambi,  see how my heart wilts, will I once ever melt in your fond? brusquely, I adore you,  wish I could say it out but how?  yet just like you I as well I am, a secret admirant. november (the black poet) * woes of a sombre heart* ©2023

For how long, will I be kept awaiting  procrastinating along  elapses of postponements awaiting along a long  holding this love, to a pend.  Once clouds rise to the west, you tell of how yet it's to rain  when south winds blow,  you say, it's gonna be hot  but why can't you read signs, why haven't you have noticed me yet?  I've been through quite a lot  quite from far, hurt along see my sore soles and a few scratches on,  along quests for a lost rib, here ends I weary and helpless.  Nevertheless, I know less of there, where from you've been and perhaps, what you've been through, that matters not, what maters is, you and I in place,  could be the remedy. november (the black poet) *woes of a sombre heart * ©2023

Ddala, nsakaatidde! all around the kalevu like a lions mane, my kakoba extends far as high as my earlobes, somethings surely take time,  malodorous kabuvubuka, rest in pieces!  Here high I stand, young and handsomely, in snippets of ignorance far beyond acmes of teen age along the ruins of adolescence tiptoeing towards fortunes, of an unfolding hereafter. Upstairs and quite sophisticated boasting off a wisdom tooth, I mull over words of old mzee words that are making, much more sense now see me ripen, indeed I am ripe abassajja ebimuli bya Kampala, call me the typical mbulakalevu. november (the black poet) *tales of grandpa* ©2023

Romeo and Juliette were just like us knew nothing else, but to love you at your warm red lips, first was I kissed torn apart in hands of a sombre fate on thousands of other red lips and more I search for that same old kiss cast in thousands of paper planes latters you may even never read. Neverlike did the world care about us behind scenes of a melevolent intent handcuffed, thrown and ditched down, where tells of nights behind bars are told how I wish it took a little much longer though alone not,  as long as with you no matter where I could be, all could be right. Been here, there and everywhere, in search for an old thing ain't going any further more, scraping kisses off thous of lips and more just to find this samething ever more something contrary to that first kiss a thing that costs less of a pennyworth an inch closer to your lips cherry lips. You owe me you and everything, that I am without you, and everything that I only could be with you give it all to me, all that only be...

 Just like then, when I saw you together I had questions, questions similar to those, running through your mind now as I speak. You might have queried, the strength, that made me walk, tearlessly and passed by  until I disappeared, out of sight into a mist of my own oblivion. I doubt if you could guess, how bad it hurt then, how deep the Incisions sunk as they cleft through wrinkles of a breaking heart. Not that didn't I care, I absolutely  did, neither didn't I not love you with my entire heart, trust me I loved you nor did it hurt not, it really hurt so bad I didn't leave for a thing that had to do with you,  It all had to do with me not that I didn't love you, I loved you far beyond how words may tell; "just that I loved me more!" november (the black  poet) *woes of a sombre heart* ©2023