Teazhy's Pen

By this time tomorrow  Meet me at the seashore  where tides and waves are twiddling with my afflictions. catch my musty scent  on my ruddy mood mender  as I've learned how to live    without her cuddles .  find my shadow on the crest of my bitter sweet dreams  and tell young lovers the tale  Of a loner who smooches the wind show them the empty walls, fallen bridges ,broken gourds  and burnt relation_SHIP. show them my reddish trails  how I tried to walk on  shambles and rubbles  and how my frail heart gets   bludgeon,scarred and marred.  By this time tomorrow  Leave the puzzle unscramble  and watch the spin wheeling before the foggy dawn  becomes a sunny day   reckon my greyish footprints  on offspring and yellow leaves those are parts of me I left to smile at.  By this time tomorrow.. I'll cross the seventh bridge and walk into the dark alley.  ©Iamteazhy ...

Mama I made it! I've become the talk of the community, made it into the spotlights, flickers on me and severe microphones, punchlines and TV headlines. Mama I made it! I've become the racer you wish me to, hiding from blows of slums and sounds of sirens. I made it to the market square, With burning tyres around my neck and planks like boys scout campfire. Mama I made it, I made it to the court but not the lawyer, not the lawyer you drew on my board. I made it to the sectorial with laced tears, with crime on my head not wigs. Mama I made it! finally I've gotten the uniform, Is this not the one you've been craving for me?. Amidst my peers guided by forces, with cutlasses, brooms and hoes, no aims to harvest what we're planting. Oh Mama I made it, I made it to the dangling rope, to the high stool and masked hood. I made it to pastor's and clerics sermon, to beseech the heaven gate for me. I made it to the cloaking clock, here i am swinging lifelessly in...