THE NILOTIC DREAM

Two weeks ago I had a vision,
Many would relate it to something either usual or unusual.

They were set on a voyage on the river,upwards
Headed to the Nile delta,there they found comfort.
A place they could call home,so they built trust and monetary fortresses around the silted triangular exit.

Suddenly the current switched direction,
A strong counter flow began all of them that dweleth along the river were swept aback.
Waves gushed almost magically,rushed severely most unsympathetically
Extirpating their epitome of built pride.

In a drop all was gone,
I and some strange fellow I had never seen before came into focus.
We had held on tight by the walls of the banks,
She held on to a leaning trunk,while I gripped on to some protruding rubbery root.

They from a distance watched in awe,as we dangled dangerously at the verge of some waterfall,
Fear was fire.

We just held on,
I pleaded for mercy upon our souls.
The river shouted back with a displeased harsh voice.
The Nilotes had chosen their destiny,

We were the sacrifice...
A telepathic communication between her and I transpired.
She let go of her grip,
I let go of my hold,
We drowned into the Nile.

Fell as the water falls only to emerge as bubbles,
We were an instant manifestation of young lives of value.
Though deemed worthless we felt born again in that form.
Soon the source of the Nile would see us again,
Then before the tides of the ocean occur.
We shall be remembered as legends of the Nile...

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

WHITE BIRD IN THE DARK

It seems like I’m late,
Journeying athwart this dark expansive sky.
Perchance tonight I might die,
Bravely I fly on oblivious,
Yet instinctively cautious.
          Of the numerous structures.
          The have replaced natures
          Once habitable environs now gone,
          I dodged a statue dragon.
          But the smoke expelled fumigated my lungs,
          Residue of compounds, stuck to my snowy wings.

It’s dark, dead dark, from here,
What I can see are blindenning lights
Up here I feel feathery fear.
A jet roars over me with delight.
Almost knocked a signal pole,
Would have lost my soul.
              Lucky me! Fly on, bit shaken,
              Paths too long. Heading to heaven.
              Can’t locate my heightened abode,
              Should have used the road.


m.o.o the flocking change

WHITE HATE BLACK LOVE

Snowy eerie cloud shaped like a flying man,faceless,behind him chunks of success.
In seconds it transmogrify s into a Beautiful Hurricane.

Black color despises the white beginning.
Taking over,black fencely loves freedom that's illusive,as its semi-trapped by white.
So white loved black by hiding light somehow,for it knew black's care would eventually retrogress hearts.

Again black shows love,as it crucifys freedom by introducing justice-in.
White hates a little more by criticizing the suggested color blend of fidelity-in.

To interchange,the painter asks,
"Does white make black look good,or vice versa?"
Poet,"Are they not both colors with a purpose."

Singers sang that song,nothing has changed to date.

By M.O.O aka The color blind human

LEARNED FRIEND

In those days,
grandiloquent jargon that mesmerized my encephalon 
and impeded my lexicon, were spewed to tumble my political fathom.

In that confusdory state i hearkened.
They referred to each other,'Erudite Fellow'.
Amicably argued for and against.
That ended.

Only two things were pellucid,pilferage and jurisdiction.

Later,somewhere,after the verdict,bigoted kingpins shall wine and dine.
As the citizens swelter in rage and vengeance.

My illiterate friends,my destitute neighbors,my hopeless strangers.
Think before you act.
Wait for that better tomorrow.

By M.O.O The wordless voter

ECLIPSE C.your.V

Sited on the rock,at the alpine of the highest level of reason,
I contemplate at the azimuth of this economic season.
I stare at the ancestral sun's that fought for us,the stars.
I spot that deep-set brave scar.

I feel like Luther K,but mine is a vision,
Time flew the sun is at the horizon.

Fear creeps into the heart of the nation.
Suddenly no more vision 2030 notion.
The light is being overtaken by the shadow,
Its mixing the umbra and penumbra darkness blows.

Over the beautiful people.
Who revel in bribe sequels.
Listening to their agitated souls,
And how they cry foul...
Tears dampening papers of would be change.
Confusion in the Red and Orange.

The yellow lines transpire past the super roads,
Nearing the fading stage as they croak like expectant toads.
The cockerel of age awaits to crow at dawn,
For the dark days are here the children frown.

Arising i walk to edge of the mountain.
To plunge myself below into the red fountain.
I leap,shut my eyes all the hope is gone.
Before i splash in a savior is again born.

I pray from the spirit world that they remember the Son.

By M.O.O aka Light Clipse.

PAWS ON WATER

Spectacular scene.
Tie-guns,white and mixed genes.

Cumulus one below.
Fierce face and searching eyes.
Restrained paws surging intimidation.

Nimbus tie-her,above.
Tear-some raging glare and gaping mouth.
Free paw,airborne splashing the green lagoon surface.

The small and big fish,coral people beneath the two.
Love and hate betwixt time and money.

Pale male,Fahrenheit female.Tiger-ed parties.
Tigress-ed hope for peace.

Generational precipitation is underway.

By M'O'O aka C.E

GRASS DUST

Empty thoughts escape my eyes,
Wordless complaints vapor through my lips.
That's what the stringent policies have reduced me to.

The grass has nothing to say back to me anymore.
In days of old it would cut the wind and split the molecules into torrents of blessings to us.
Today its blades reflect hostile rays into my eyes.
Then I cogitate...where is the chlorophyll?

Flags rise against states,grass against dust.
The worker bee lands upon it and shakes off the dust coated pollen brains.
I sneeze as if allergic to the two antagonists of peace that we once had.

The brass grass and bronze dust.
Under the stinging bee conspire to extirpate and scatter the tropical trees to alien soil.

There too dusty-grass prevails.

By M.O.O aka C.evoL