PASSAGE

Careless about the wind’s direction

I tossed dust in the air

I claimed myself familiar

With the auction

No trick and no snare...

Flat surfaces with no landmarks

As if this is an

Endless tunnel,

Turning back is not an option

Going through Is the only option;

Shallow water is marring my steps

And bats tracking the beats of my veins

My echo is my company

Most times bugging,

But it s me...

I don’t blame the tunnel

Nor accuse my bottle

But it s me...

I am not that lost

For I can still hear the train’s horn

And sirens evacuating rebellions

And scaring the rest !

K-Man

Lamar street, Charlotte

W.A.R

W.A.R

Flames showering the pregnant

Earth; the baby squirrels

And the homeless mind

unite as terrorized; and including

the shattered pieces

Of my water jar…

W.A.R

W.A.R

When need is exchanged for

desire,

When the human stain is

Casted away in a lake of fire;

War invites panic,

and throws reason very far.

W.A.R

W.A.R

When I have the right

And you don’t;

When you talk and I’m deaf;

When scriptures are melted

With shots from the Sam’s bar

W.A.R

W.A.R

When all options expire;

When greed eats the fences

Of the human borders,

I bite my fingers,

Drop a single tear

Then crawl leaving out

Leaving out my car

W.A.R

W.A.R

When a drop of oil

Is more precious than a cry of a mother;

When I try to question

My flesh and apply for a free heart

Free, yes, free from this rough scar

It’s the impact

Of the W.A.R

K-man

NC- Charlotte

Casablanca Restaurant