Raymaf Poetry (7)

Silence the night with the whispers of my kisses,let your cold flesh be warmed underneath the blanket of my arms. Life with you is the begining of earth anew. I do not have a world only the embrace of your arms. I am cleansed by the kisses of your lips in your cuddle time dissolves as a flaming book. Let us have our fill of love for tomorrow might die at birth.

America! the lion of the world,you roar and the Nations quiver in fear. Many faced thee in pride but as the grass they were made low. Like bewildered children,like frightened babes, to thee Nations cried and your sword you withheld not from the necks of their enemies until you dispelled their apparitions. In style your chariots in the air were swifter than the eagle with salvation in their wings to save those that were not your brothers! Therefore all the years long thy name was on every lip for to mankind thou was "helper of the oppressed". Restlessly you fought the evil man for you said,the world must be better. America! Remember you it were who preached "DEMOCRACY" and many, who as slaves served their government, were transformed by the knowledge you gave into statemen served by their government. They were freed from the sheepfold of vagabond leaders to whom they were only but sheep meant to be fleeced,butchered nd sold all for greed. America! the deliverer,the big brother in whom men boast. Why! Do you turn thy sword of war against thy people,the descendants and offsprings of your father who trust in your protection.why do you give their lands and wealth to a strange people? America! Why do you trust in the alliance of demons,under the secrecy of hell. Do you not know that they cannot be trusted. People of America,ahead lies no prosperity but death and slavery. People of the earth woe awaits us for if their swords ar turnd against their brother what shall be turnd at us. Alas! The deliverer is become the foe. The youth are blinded with the pages of pornography they are made busy with pleasure while they unleash the plague. America! Thou has murdered trust and the spirit of brotherhood. The spirit of all thy founding fathers and the blood of thy children and the pain of bethrayal shall be our missles of reciprocation against thee in thy underground fortresses your place of refuge. Goodbye America! Today brotherhood gave up the ghost. Today brotherhood died!!

Come oh maiden,from the ends of the earth come! Let not distance be thy baricade from this love that seek to honour thee,take the wings of the wind and come! The birds are happier this day,they rose up to sing,dancing gracefully in the wind,maybe they heard the news of they coming. Behind the doors of my heart a throne awaits thee my dainty diadem. Come oh maiden and be enthroned for thou art more pleasant among offsprings of eve. My arms are heavy my footsteps slow my lips dry as harmattan terrains,for thy kisses are the rains that quencheth this thirst. Come oh maiden with the light of your purity,and your fragrance of innocence emanating from your face. Come my maiden,my rustic physician and cure this loneliness that has held me bound. Thy beauty is thy sampson's hair with which thou puts to flight the enemies of love. Thou has the eyes of a dove with which thou has ravished my sences. For thy coming,my heart spins as the propellers of submarines as i wonder "will she come?"

I saw the heavens opened! Behind the retreating mist were lightenings...thunderings... a sudden quite...then appeared an array of shimmering men cloaked with lightful attires band after band appeared taking formation,from height to sleeve unaltered semblance. In the air flew flaming eruptions like fireworks. In the melee of lights exploding approached voices displacing silence. "the kingdoms of this world belongs to our God who forever reigns". As a house filled with gold,horses appeared dazzling as crystals on whose backs were seated warriors with hard smiling faces. The air was filled with music,awe and abundant glory. In the distance appeared a man clothed with light his pomp...his beauty...everyone falling with bowed heads. On his visible thigh was written"king of kings and lord of lords". With a loud voice,as the rushing of many waters,he declared; "we are more than conquerors,we are the undefeated" we are the expected aliens unknown to the deceived sons of men. And the armies of men have united against that of the creator with their instruments of war...adrenaline peaked...i wish they knew they are gathered against the armies of their creator! His face tightened and his eyes flamed to frightening limits same as others. Suddenly a flush a mighty rushing wind saturated them all around. For the love of God, for the spilled souls of my brethren, he declared! come let us play our adversaries with the instruments of our civilization. In fierceness amidst unsheathing swords they pierced through the stratas of wind as a swarm of bees....As the dead i layed speechless,then a hand touched me,i heard a voice say "come and see".......

The glory of the world as a vapour is lost in the wind. Its diminishing rays are cowering. In frightening disarray,it reels to and fro as a drunk made mad by the rage of excess wine. As i behold the depart of beauty and sanity from its vast domain,i join nature in its silent mourn. I share in the sorrow of the passing wind whose purity as a raped virgin maiden, forcefully is defiled. As a melee of refugee sky creatures mourn. The robins are become an endangered specie for the roses,marigold.....the factories of nectar are distroyed. In the forest,monkeys hide behind cocoayam leaves,hearts beating as war drums in their crescendo for with yesterday came the rattling of motorsaws and into tomorrow it continued till no tree was left to stand. Their acrobatic display is no more for now they learn to walk as men. Chaos! Chaos!! Cry the poet but none heed for greed is enthroned KING and its wife selfishness reigns queen together us they lead to utter doom. Our streets and houses are filled with the vomit of the sea. Children solace themselves with drugs and liquor to the detriment of their liver for their parents are gone after jobs and businesses to satisfy their endless vanities. One after another they give up the ghost and in the dust they lay in decay. Chaos! Chaos!! Cry the poet man soon will become a specie endangered;the old are ready to depart,the young also been inflicted with bullets from disease and the pistol of civilization. One by one nature in unheeded whispers bids the world farewell....until we are conquered by these enthroned ills dwelling in our within to rule the vast majority of our decayed bodies and vanities submerged in water.

The nights of tomorrow are approaching,the curtains of youthhood on this stage where i act life's unrehearsed drama,are closing. yet my heart lieth vacant. None to love,none to call my DEAREST DEAR! So all the day long i cry "Who will buy my love"?In my eden i dwell alone ravaged by this monster of lonely distress,i cry "Who will buy my love? I fortified me with kingly attires and covered me with frankinscence and ointment from the alabaster box. But the species of eve beheld my splendor,then they took away the light of my substance and went their way. But the splendour within did surpass the one without,but they cared not for their heart was set on nothing but the gold without,and for their works they left me crying "Who will buy my love"? As a garden outspreading the shoulders of a valley, filled with daffodils mixed with pink and white roses, my heart holds beauty. Here the stream is blue abounding with shadows of lushful trees and my mountain in whose womb lieth the cave of my dwelling. The wind here is gentle flowing through all things with tender caressess, carrying in its wings songs of blue tailed robins playing on its palms and my resounding speech "who will buy my love"........

Stampede my soul with the feets of men not a few. Let their footprint be for remembrance that i lived. Quickly i came and departed a man of sorrow. I am the seed of adam that dwell in the black terrestial abode of the oval globe;i found for me a maid whose form was delicate as the petals of roses,in the times of yesterday's light. But when the heat came she withered away. The molecules in the wind for pity,reforms for me my dainty queen but then they are only scenes from yesterday. To the underworld i procede for my love to seek,i know she would be waiting under the mulberry tree we created in the world of our fantasy. She must be cold because i am the garmet that giveth her warmth,she must be afraid for i the sword for her protection. Goodbye mama, tell my brethren i have joined the wind. Tell my priest that the flaming chariots of love have taken me away,do not explain mama,he would understand. Tell my friends to remember me. Tell them the world is no more for the shadow of clara is no more casted upon her terrains,her obvious visibility is turned into dust.