For Laruba
My love for you is true
Not returned it makes me blueThe first time we kissed
I knew what we have missedLast night I had a dream
That you were my milk and creamI’m dancing in the rain
‘Cause you took away my painA Quest
Though I may cry
When you say you don’t love me
It doesn’t mean that I care.I may puke
When you tell me away
It may not mean that
I want closureLabel me black
Like a raven
It only shows that
I love my pietyNow listen to me preach
The words of Solomon to Sheba
For it is time to mute
And let me loveDo I Really Know
I am a writer without a pen; BROWN
A painter without a brush; ASH
You made me shallow; BLUEYou were my muse; PINK
My boatman’s compass; YELLOW
When you left; RED
You took away my name; BEIGE
But I’ll wait; VIOLET
‘Cause I have hope; GREENMemoirs of your kisses
The first time we kissed
I felt your skin tingled
Lost in the twinkling emotions
Flowing bountifully from your bosomsThen we kissed again
I felt your body twitched
Heard the longing of your heart
Pounding like mama’s mortar and pestleThen we kissed a third
I saw your leg popped
I knew you were meant
To make me merryWe kissed another
I saw your eyes shot
Ravishing the moment
Of two lips locked
In eternal embraceThen we kissed a last
Now my eyes were shot
But I felt yours piecing
And your feet standing
Then I knew it was over
Time to let go.For Unuafe
I knew the day will come
But never wanted it to
I did not want it to be today
But it came anyway
Many times I watched him leave
Many times I pleaded with him
To stay
But the same empty stare.
Today I watched him lay there
Eyes blurry and gloomy
Like a tired night watchman
Stomach heavy like in labour,
Scraps of crumbs round the labia.
I saw him again today
Mouth that thirst
Stomach that won’t accept
Yet it won’t give out.
Today I would lay there
Waiting
Waiting for the voice that won’t scream
That eyes that won’t stare in reprimand
Just a voice that own no sound
Silence.Silence
I saw you there
Lying in state
And when we get there
We would give you a state
For when the time is rosy
You gave me your promise
Now they made you holy
But I know your stories
And when you are ready
We’ll build your refuge
So better be ready
And we would be steady
To lay you in state
Where the silence dwelt.Grudge
I bear a grudge
But I won’t say it
Even if I grudge
You won’t react
Even if you do
It won’t show
Even if it does
I won’t see it
And when I do
Others will too
And when they do
The clock would turn
And when it turns
You would be a star
And when you are a star
My grief would remain
And when it remains
You have become bereaved
And when they think so
My sympathy goes to you
And my grudge remains
I bear a grudge
Even if you do
It won’t be the same.I Remember it well
I remember it well
The rancid smell of antibiotics
The horrid sight of emaciated patients
'Pray pray' yells big brother
They dance at night.
But why should I?
I saw it coming
I heard the footsteps
I even saw the sicklePoise and ready for the blood harvest.
I remember it.
Brother stop blaming meI know papa won't.
I remember it well
I still see the doors open
I still hear the voices
of doctors and nurses
The questions still ring
'Has he eaten?'
'What drugs given'
Yes i recall all,
The hospital was his home.
Mine tooI remember it well.
Papa, can you hear me?
YOU ARE READING
Purple Heartbeat By Unuafe Maxwell
PoetryPoem of laughter and groan from little voices in hushed tones.