GENESIS

In the beginning I discovered the Word
It had no form

Until it became speech – the ability to let it be heard
The structure was still in a submersed way
But
That was the first day

I experimented with some syllables,
Trochees, iambs and blank verse
At this point it was short and terse
I was immersed
But
It was something I had to stay through
There was evening and there was morning
And that was day two.

I started to have some fun
Each word had its own meaning
Sometimes a pun
Ambiguity, misleading
Words sprouting, yielding seeds
Double entendres
Bearing fruits and weeds
I had unearthed wordplay
There was evening and there was morning
And that was the third day

My pulse raced
1, 2, 1, 2, da dum da dum
I listened to my heart beating
Harmonising words
When waves start heaving
It was reciprocal
The words with the flow of nature
Just rhythmic
What I gave her,
I was tired
But I knew I could say more
There was evening and there was morning
And that was day four.

I started to multiply
It was imagery and similes
It was fruitful
When along came analogies
And unto hyperbole
I was close to making the writer whole
Metaphors were detected and formed
The Word establishing a shape
Sentences and stanzas were soon born
The creativity was mistaken for a myth, say
There was evening and there was morning
And that was the fifth day.

I searched for the words to say
I was destined
To create something that was unheard today
Was it birthed or made?
Coming from the upper reaches of my mind
A way to communicate the Word was the design
And I became a fanatic
Unable to kick the habit
The Word combined with the universal language of mathematics
So I used the day to just practice
Naked and natural in the Garden of Eden
Letting the reptilian beast in
The Word took new meaning
Complex verbiage and diction
The Word misunderstood
I saw that it was good
And it was meant to be
From century to century
Age to age
Keeping the human race occupied
From the layman to the sage
Just simply to engage
The Word
It’s sacred, same always, never plays tricks
There was evening and there was morning
And that was day six.

I was exhausted by this time
There was rhyme and non-rhyme
There was a beat in the background
And the Word was flowing in time
So I let the Word shine and took a day off
And the seventh day was sanctified
As all the hard work paid off

©Showunmi 2008

ILLUSIONS – take time with this one!!!

NEED

I am the grandest illusion, can you stand this delusion. Your imagination was the creation of this brand of confusion. I make you hold on to fear even though deep down you know God is all that is here. I gave you the concept of dying when you believe in everlasting life. I make your wants become me so you fail to sever lasting strife. When you pray, you pray to meet me so you can pay heaven’s asking price. Some don’t ever get to greet me. Often used in the same sentence as air, water and to eat see I’ve taken over lives completely. I’m the cause of the seven deadly sins, psychologically I own you so I encircle you like a wedding ring. On your insecurities I feed I’m that illusion called NEED.

FAILURE

I was born out of the illusion of need, see the confusion succeeds; I know the irony. BE-ings live in fear of me so they are scared to BE. I am that barrier, that obstacle, that impediment. In my world I don’t deal in sentiment. I make the intelligent seem rather irrelevant. I’m often found in schools and universities; curriculums nourishing and nursing me. I help teachers in making you feel less than capable; I stand between you and the greater you. I am the procrastination of dreams, motivation I seize, and I cause competitors to freeze. Do not confuse me with just last place you can have your best ever race and finish second. I drive fear into hearts and stop you trying to prevail I’m that illusion to FAIL

DISUNITY

I was formed to escape the illusion to fail; I leave destruction in my trail. I take communities down; I cause countries to lose wars. I’m the reason groups break up and only one is taking all the applause. It is I that caused Diana Ross to leave the Supremes and why Lionel Richie left the Commodores. I give you a taste of doing things on your own and leave you wanting more. I’m found in places where you need the opposite of me most, just a dose I’ll turn your net into your gross. I cause feuds and death like the Montagues and Capulets even though their children were getting close. I’m that parasite to the hosts when they built the Berlin and Chinese Walls, I make the Musketeers fall so there is no all for one and one for all. It is too late to tear down the walls I’ve built in these communities; I’m that illusion of DISUNITY.

INSUFFICIENCY

I was created out of the illusion disunity; I’ve left lands scarce when given the opportunity. I made sure that Man would hunt Earth and hunt seas that biblical reference of dominion was made so you have outdone these, which is why I’m often seen in “third world countries.” Find me in famines – lack of food or in deserts – lack of water, eating produce of those same people who are starving to death so let’s say you all snack on slaughter. I’m the reason you try and live like a Monarch by having the best things in life, while others don’t even have a throne for urinating; they are only the kings of strife.  I was the reason why credit was established to get relief from me; I force people into mountains of debt with no reprieve you see I made the world capitalistic when communism would’ve worked; day to day every decision is made so with me you won’t have to flirt. You worry incessantly about your very own deficiencies; I am that illusion of insufficiency.

REQUIREMENT

I arrived from the illusion of insufficiency; you made it easy for me I didn’t even have to practice to improve proficiency. I am the sanctions in Iraq and Zimbabwe; I make sure there is never something for nothing so you learn the hard way and with no regard play into my hands; your day to day existence is about making sure you’ve met me so you stick to that plan and damn because of me I control your every act; no tact from the micro to the macro environment I control it all – a fact. I cause the trade embargos that make Cuban cigars illegal; I’m found in places where there are problems in relationships with other people. I’m the reason when looking for a job, you lie on your C.V; I am that prerequisite, you are obligated to meet me. I manipulate all parts of your life, love, work, every aspect of your being; I’m guaranteeing your time in this world I am all you’re seeing. Find me in lieu of wherever your desire went; I am that illusion of requirement.

JUDGEMENT

I grew out of the illusion of requirement; I am present every step from before you were born to your life’s retirement. Find me throughout each and every religious doctrine; I’m there before you have even clocked in. I’m that weight on your shoulders as you are born with original sin; for the human race I am like that glitch within.  I’ve got you striving for perfection, something which you know you can never be; you fear my outcome of damnation forever see I’ve got you seeing the fiery gates of hell; just like in Eden even in a Priory snakes dwell. It is not by coincidence you need a favour from me to sit next to God; I am so systemic in your lives, after me you name a job, through me I become the subject and a predicate, I build sentences; I gave to you the concept of what repentance is, a what a penchant is – I have that for making you believe you’re wise beyond your years; every aspect of your lives you fear me and in every aspect you respond in prayers. I am the verdict or the second thought before how far your grudge went; I am that illusion of judgement.

CONDEMNATION

I was birthed out of the illusion of judgement; I destroyed the world at the time of Noah and the flood then. I stifle life, I make people think what they do is wrong; so at the end of it all, you all sing my song. People look to me for justice and just it’s ridiculous, like a lawyer I am that damn meticulous at that point where the innocent are proven guilty and the guilty are proven guilty, I am capital punishment yes I have killed see it is you that has built me. I’m found at the end of the hangman’s rope, on the electric chair I am where that switch is; I was there in Elizabethan times when women were accused of being witches. However my greatest triumph was found at the Place of the Skull; I did it for mankind that is the place you’ve been lulled. My embrace is not dull, I bring doom with no compensation; I am that illusion of condemnation.

CONDITIONALITY

I was conceived out of the illusion of condemnation; I change moods often like bipolar so to keep up, keep concentration. I am attached to those loans, bilateral aid, debt relief matter of fact I’m found at the World Bank or IMF so no one says in a word, thanks. The world has become suckers to my design, I can change values like the weather so you get stuck in, it’s hard to climb out of and it’s no luck my charms sublime. You see I’m bigger than doubt so even to wins God’s love you have to trigger me and try to figure me out. So you try to seduce me to get where you want to be, getting all close and flirty but I know you’re fronting see I’m found in your vows the day of your wedding, I am binding in contracts, breaking me will metaphorically be your beheading. You need me because you can’t trust yourselves so I’m at the pinnacle of your rationality; I am that illusion of conditionality.

SUPERIORITY

I arose out the illusion of conditionality; I’ve become a fully bloomed leaf in the presence of immorality. I’m in a lot of you, consuming every molecule. I am those eleven letters that breed hurt; I am found where bosses talks to their employees like dirt. I am so seductive; find me in places where they only glorify Europeans and I’m the reason Africans were called three fifths of human beings. I’m infecting genes and erecting schemes like Hitler; you see I possess your mind with evil thoughts that will never quit ya and ones you won’t admit ta. Just when you think you’re better I cause you to act in manners unsuitable; I am the most insidious idea to visit the human race that is irrefutable. I take over your cerebral cortex so you don’t feel any inferiority; I am that illusion of SUPERIORITY.

IGNORANCE

I branched out of the illusion of superiority; in fact I was mothered by all the illusions but still I have seniority, you see I serve so many purposes, I spread swiftly, I am the ultimate answer, I am like a gift see, with me you find refuge where you won’t shift see I am that religious doctrine that teaches you not to ask questions, I’m that prodigious rock in where the church gains it’s authority; I am accepted, indeed expected behaviour I am your priority. I am so salacious that I’ve become the most desirable attribute; so filled with lust for me I am that red pill, an acquirable attitude. I make your lives such that you don’t deal in reality; you want to be plugged into Matrix like Cypher, I’ll heal your mentality. Freedom is not what is cracked up to be for I am bliss; truth is nothing, knowledge is nothing which is why I exist, I am the abyss but I hold so much significance; I am that illusion of IGNORANCE.

© Showunmi 2008

LOCKED VISIONS

I’m on remand but simply in my imagination

I guess this is original sin; my birth saw my incarceration

I can’t see any different, this is my plight

So now I’m handcuffed and read my rights

‘You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence’

So I kept silent, I always do, it seems like common sense

If you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court

Don’t even need a lawyer so I deny that support

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.’

So it’s in the stillness that I stopped the endeavour since

I live with the contradiction that limits my mind

Sky’s the limit but my limits confined

So I’m behind bars but I’ve committed no crime

I say not guilty but still not acquitted this time

I yearn for my freedom – “give us, us free”

But I stay locked up and my vision says ‘trust me’

And still I stay silent and my actions remain quite aloof

Trying to escape my fate of being detained without proof

Escalating but somehow I should know my place

Breaking the shackles it doesn’t show I’m safe

But I grow; I face the world through my chase

Determining where I end up dependent on my race?

Still that feeling of being caged, used and restricted

Opposite tide to the world, truly conflicted

If I can just see it I can be it but my visions imprisoned

Going through life just feeling like in prison

I stand trapped, caught in life and yes maybe what I hold is subjective

Locked by what I see, it is cold my perspective.

© Showunmi

REFLECTIONS

They say money is the root of all evil
So tell me why does it bring out the worse in people?
Fake friends,
Backstabbers
Lies and cheats
Suspiciously watching others you happen to meet.

Chasing a dream often ends in a financial reward.
Is money equated with happiness or is this notion floored?
Is there something more?
Where we lack understanding.
Is it found in science?
Religion?
Or our own thought ramblings.
Where lies the truth?
The proof…
Is our existence uncouth?
Or is the world perfect which is why a god remains aloof.
Taken aback
Standing back,
From the war, deceit and crimes
The world used to be mine now is seems in steady decline
The sunshine
Is not as defined
Realigned with despair
Scared to declare we care
And end this nightmare
Is this just the way the world is?
As its meant to be
Pre-empt the contempt
Is our discontent the key?
The incense inside of me
Immense,
Cements worldwide you see
Applied equals angry…it guides people and me

The governmental bodies haven’t got the mental to govern
Living in your own land hotter than an oven
Bombs mean scorching bodies
Children dying
Hard to survive
We derive our own supplies with no regard we deprive
Graveyard or alive?
We safeguard our goodbyes with artillery
Such negativity
Does not allow us to remove the chains of captivity
Reality is such,
Too much
It touches on apprehensive
Behaviour ostensive
On the brink
Bordering on pensive
No time to lament as we unite this hour
No stopping as we fight the power
So join me when I say power to the people
Backed up with deeds not word all hollow and see through
Yes your people need you
Guaranteed, indeed to free you
Not just from a physical but from a mental corruption
The option,
Is clear as clean water
No more self-destruction.
The seduction that is endemic,
So thorough it’s systemic
Enslaving mentalities
Like an epidemic.

© Showunmi 2003

CONTEMPLATION

As I lie on my bed contemplating, hoping for a change
What am I really doing to help rearrange?
Wishing I could relapse and regress to how it was back in the days
With less burdens and stress only fun time and play
Figuring which way to hold the knife and fork
But I find myself still falling when trying to walk

You see my road to my truth is, so elusive
Faced by different paths my decision inconclusive
Through desensitizing, my life has become confusion
My reality is such it has become an illusion
I feel like I’m in critical, flat line, dying slow
Battling a lying foe, but never stop the trying, no!
God hears my wretched crying though
The lamentation and melancholy of a magnifying woe

I’m still here so I walk through life without fear
I feel things aren’t right but they are because I’m still here
Facing the world, this reality above the level of subsistence
Acquiring knowledge on the journey to a spiritual existence
Which is sometimes hard when your physical is inconsistent
And when the conflict I am facing seems so persistent

So many things in my life are missing
Got so many problems I don’t care to list them
Universalism demonstrates our unity in breadth
Substantiating in a profound sense my lack of any depth
Imagining I’m in transition for the better, is that just a ploy?
Because the one thing I have I internally destroy

The struggle of the will, heart, soul and mind
A makeshift grave lost forgotten in time
Exploitative minds will always aspire to subvert
My elevation by means so subtle and covert
But still I rise; aware I am of the cries
Of mice and men, of good and evil, of the truth and the lies
But sometimes I am unaware of where the truth and the lies lie
When I know I’m trying to live but when I’m living to die
With the long arm of the law endeavouring to muffle
When day to day I’m so tired of the struggle

Hope eternal springing forth from ever watchful souls
The shimmer of the light through the mist truly something to behold
What seems like forever I’ve been outside suffering the cold
Waiting stoically for a chance of my story to be told
About the real reason why I can’t get a foothold
And why my strength is measured in the might of gold
But now I see the intangible, the abstract and the real
Now they are coming for my seeds, my strength and my zeal

To see my future I look back and consulted the makers
So I’m going for my mule and my 40 acres
Never overlooking stolen artefacts and sacred papers
And how I built the world from pyramids to skyscrapers

The notion of spirit infinite is lost to my people
Thus I thrive and derive success by keeping man so unequal
I’ve defied hate, replaced blind faith and restored a delicate poise
I sought the truth and saw the light despite the distraction and noise
The throne and the cipher I am a fighter with lethal weapons of thought
The day to day grind testament to my battles being fought

Subdued to yearning to understand what exactly it is to be part of the gentry
And seeking the quixotic when going through life always on empty
But in this farce of class system my ultimate goal is growth
And the right to determine my destiny is not dependent on my vote

Taking on an adversary seemingly stronger, quicker and much slicker
While pugilist misfits occupy the scenery like litter
But the arbiter of justice and truth is not symbolism and image
Awakening my conscious to my nature and heritage

Even if I near death in the crusade a new son rises
Affirming the wise, discerning the times such death transcend demises
I speak in tongue; it reaches far from my breaths I thus define
The wage of crime to new age shines, I from dusk to dawn decline

Chains collapsed around the ankles shackles new agrip the mind
Dis-ease within, beckons me to sleep, neglect to see as if I’m blind
Blind to what is literally going on
In the world around me because for far too long
I’ve glanced the alternative way longing for the day
To feel pain ease, to drift to higher planes
To fathom old thoughts listen to elders instructions
On the road to discovery the blueprint to reconstruction
To build an empire and empower a next man with glory
As we once were the rest is self-explanatory.

© Showumi 2002

LOST WITHOUT YOU

She belongs there in my distant past

But I feel the living memory

I guess the bond just couldn’t last

When it was all about her back then you see

She was just that gem in me

Because it’s still shining deep within

Declining to see the skin

The photos are the still of my lost grin

We were like the melody of a violin

Those separate strings

Quivering with the same music

She was the bomb but right now

I’m trying to defuse it

That feeling of contrite now

I’m still trying hard to lose it

And it was a slight how

That love I showed her she’d abuse it

That stronghold she had over me

Now she’s not even in my life

She consumes the older me

Cutting through me like a knife

Cut so deep I would need a shoulder, see

If I was that crying type

It was difficult to get hold of me

Becoming a shadow of myself, no light

Reconciling thoughts that are resigned

It’s funny now just being all alone

Memories still rustling in my mind

No matter which way the wind has blown

Wishing I’d hear her voice one more time

When hearing the ringing of my phone

We were high like a flight, together we climbed

But see that flight has already been flown

Relation a ship that has already been sailed

I was embarking on that love train

That my love couldn’t stop from being derailed

Just placid sentiment captured in my brain

And even when it’s 40 degrees

For me it feels so cold and it’s pouring rain

It’s quite uncanny, see she was a big part of my sanity

Where I thought she made me whole

She actually unbalanced me

Truth be told

She was my one and only

With all the family and friends surrounding me

Without her I was lonely

It’s hard to breathe or rest

Simply escaping this dilemma

Too depressed to be stressed

You see I thought she was my centre

Trying to move to new chapters in my life

I’m told time is a good healer

Dealing with losing my would be wife

When every minute, every pulse I feel her

See my mind is just going berserk

Trying to clear my eyes from dirt

There is no rhyme

No metaphor

No words

To tell you how I feel

It just hurts.

© Showunmi 2007

I HAVE A DREAM

I have a dream too just like Martin Luther

All this pain that Earth feels, I’m here to soothe her

So I’m kissing her, caressing her, making love

Just to be one with her nature

See in that dream I re-membered

That was the only way I could save her

I bathed her and sunned her

And she was able to grow

She dropped a tear because I showed I cared

And her true beauty was able to show

Her essence was able to bestow

Although

It was in my power to control her

I was that abusive partner

Unable to extol her

I don’t care to admit that I mistreated her

Almost depleted her

And I was given dominion but still I needed her

See

I have a dream too like Joseph and his dream coat

And when interpreted correctly

It will be the nicotine patch to a routine smoke

It will be something that president’s, king’s and queen’s quote

It will rid the world of scandal as it is that clean soap

New ideas, new thought patterns

A new consciousness driving the world

And when that dream marries reality

I’ll be the father given away my girl

The pastor saying:

“Do you Dream take Reality to be…?”

I’ll be Reality saying “I do” you see

I’m even the cold feet the day before the ceremony

But dreams and reality can become one,

In holy matrimony

In fact it’s phony,

The reality in which we now adhere

One of illusions and confusion

So the truth never seems clear

See

I have a dream too just like John Lennon

I can Imagine a revolution

Like the Bolsheviks and Vladimir Lenin

When I get my pen on

My notepad

My ‘Life Is a Dream’

Incongruous juxtapositions

Is what my eyes have seen

So overdose on caffeine

Just to keep you wide awake

In a reverie of being conscious

But still not able to control my fate

In my dreams I was Achilles

Without the heel

So that strength and that zeal

I made reality

Just by thinking that it’s real

Just envision something that seems you

See

I have a dream too.

© Showman 2007

HIP HOP BLOODLINE

I’m a poet

With a hip hop bloodline

Veins and thoughts

You see Hip Hop flood mine

So infused with the beats of DJ Kool Herc

Imparted with the raw knowledge

As if it was school work

As the ink drips from my pen

See past the splash

As the words are formed

With a touch of Grandmaster Flash

And the Furious Five

It’s the funk so if you’re curious drive

On the road to where Hip Hop became found

Words are reaching you with the panache of James Brown

So what you see here is how I became down

Now it rains down

This is how my brain drowned

And into my blood stream

And in my veins now

So carve the likeness of Hip Hop in me

Like Mount Rushmore

Keeping alive the vibe

Of Cold Crush Four

Injected with Afika Bambaata

And the Zulu Nation

And like Hulk

What you saw was a true mutation

I expanded

I stayed through duration

Hip Hop was filling me

Fulfilling me

Even when I thought it was killing me

It was Sugar Hill Gang and Rapper’s Delight

That gave this poet a rapper’s green light

Salt N Pepa told me “ah push it”

So I pushed my pen

Again and again

Again and again

Old school like “Brooklyn in the house”

But London out my mouth

The poet and emcee alliance clearly had begun

Started to kick science

Coz Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone

The edutainment ran deep to the core

With this hip hop heat I explore

Now I write day and night

I don’t even sleep anymore

But it wasn’t all Nice and Smooth

The counterweight of sex and hate

Was provided by the 2 Live Crew

And the NWA

I penned it, then sent it

It was in my bloodstream

And it seemed to scream

It wasn’t me, I couldn’t stand hooligans

So I tapped into the side of me

That brought out Brand Nubian

And schooling em,

I was a Public Enemy

I didn’t believe the hype

So my only friend and me

Was just my pen and me

I was just a kid

When Hip Hop suddenly went to its cemetery

Hip Hop wasn’t working the gig well

My pen recreates what we lost infinitely

In B.I.G, Tupac, Big Pun, JMJ and Big L

So with the Party and Bullshit

But Keep Your Head Up

It’s So Hard to Walk This Way

So end up being Fed Up…

With The Bullshit

Keeping it hard hitting like the LOX

So don’t confine this to one box

Penning Ether like Nas

And arrogance like Jigga

The gun culture instilled

Mine a metaphorical trigger

On a hype ting like a WOO HAH WOO HAH Busta Rhymes

SO I bust a rhyme

Because Hip Hop is my poetry with a beat in time

So when I say the streets is mine

Or packing heat in lines

Stored knowledge is the power

So I go deep in mind

And just bleed in rhyme

Don’t just see the crime

Touch the Hip Hop movement

How it affects the spirit

And the self-improvement

So like Rakim Allah

“Words submerged in the fountain of youth”

From the microphone to the pen fiend

Climbing this mountain of truth

Processed from pen to paper

But with Hip Hop it’s found in a booth

So I’m “Doing it and doing it and doing it well”

More than punchlines just straight punches

Coz “Mama said knock you out” like LL

Aiming to be the GOAT, raising hell

Queen Latifah, MC Lyte, Treach, BDK and De La Soul

The Hip Hop bloodline is just paved with gold

So what more can I say my poems wouldn’t be here today

If the Hip Hop bloodline didn’t pave the way

© Showman 2008

GIVING BIRTH TO THE NEW

I’ve been impregnated with vocab that happens to flow together

Now I’m giving birth to the Poemcee

And when words wheel of my pen then let’s roll together

So if what I’m giving you is food for thought

Then digest this three course meal

And my thoughts travelling from mind to pen

Like a magnetic force still

Decided to make my mind naked, nude, bare

For the world to see

And I’ll write down in my poetry

The view of the world in me

So from political lies, to our planet’s demise

From the love that I feel for my woman

To that sexy girl’s thighs

Because it’s all in me like I’m every woman

Every man, every child

Through tribulations and trials

I’ve put so much shit in my head

So that my mind stays fertile

So this language

Stopping your cerebral hemisphere being languid

That speech

Not only to hear but to teach

So while I’m posting letters, my own special delivery

Steady streams staying current just like how a river be

Get a shiver; see the words are like a waterfall – exotic

And it’s steady taking over my system like a narcotic

See it’s pumping in my veins like an intravenous injection

I stopped writing on a Friday now you’re seeing the resurrection

And I’m addicted to it, itching just like a crack fiend

It’s now so embedded in me I can never go back clean

So while you’re contemplating our very existence

Words are causing chemical imbalances in your nervous system

Sensory receptors responding to the stimulation

Refer to my words as school

Because it happens to aid your education

And if life teaches you lessons

Then I will definitely pay attention

And I’ve been told to write down lines

And I’m not in detention

But still feeling apprehension

It’s not that I’m blind

But sometimes I can’t see

What lays hidden in my mind

Is now bearing fruit like a tree

And just like that tree I began with my roots

Back when I couldn’t find my voice

I was labelled a mute

Something then triggered that made me able to shoot

Some say I’m hard headed, some say be astute

Figuring out when the hell do you take it off safety

When your backs against the wall

And you want to cry like a baby

Or maybe when facing your death

When everybody is simply shooting

You being the voice of reason

When it’s not just Earth but minds we are polluting

So we turn to poetry to find a little bit of sanity

To take us out the midst of madness

To drift to higher planes of humanity

And in that flight it was the basis to presidential campaigns

It was through the poet’s voice

That gave the world the potential to change

But that plane has fallen on deaf ears

See that plane has fallen on world trade

That plane has reincarnated and become the 21st century crusades

It has become war, deceit and hunger

And if we are living in the most advanced age

Why do we die so much younger?

See news don’t tell us the truth

About “third world” deficit

It is poets the world over who show us harsh realities

When our ears fall deaf on it

Now I’m not trying to be the chef on it

But I’m cooking up something just to feed us

So we don’t breathe our last breath on it

I saw the end right at the beginning

If I’m losing my mind

Can you show me the path back to winning?

Cain showed us we were Abel

To take a brother’s life

Showed us envy, jealousy and malevolence

By the end of Genesis it was rife.

And so into Revelations

Where we facing Armageddon

See my mind, my notepad and my pen,

Are my choices of armour, weapons

A bomb can kill a family dead

But words can cause an aberration

So when I drop my bomb of words

It hits at the sinews and contours of your soul

And lasts for generations

So in this time they erect large estates

Poor living conditions tell you that they are screwing you

Impregnate you with false hope, false history, false info

So how can it be truth?

When you say you are doing you

A poet’s words is often the proof in you

It provides the insemination

That in turn gives birth to the truth in you

© Showunmi 2007

DEAR SUMMER

Dear summer you know I miss you

I’ve been feeling cold (achoo) another tissue

Did I diss you? (no) So why did you leave?

Every time you was around I never stayed in or sneezed

Was I naive to think you’d always come back?

I know you worked overseas but damn I gave you some slack

But bun that, now you’re gone there’s more combat

I miss you Summer come back and bring the sun back

So now the gun’s packed, that’s the only heat on the streets

Or when I spit vocals that meet with a beat (this is hot)

Can’t concede the defeat though I haven’t seen you in years

You checked me a few days in August; I’ve seen you I swear

We had a routine affair; I’d see you around June to August

Now even Spring don’t bloom, I’m nauseous

Seeing the moon, I’m cautious

Coz it’s only 4pm

In your absence; Winter’s there taking over again

I’ve started my search now you’ve been reported missing

Thinking back over the years, you know, sort of reminiscing

The days we used to have fun in the park

Kids staying out late; there’s still sun it ain’t dark

Remember water fights throwing in at the girls’ school shirt

Blouse see through not to mention the wet through skirt

And we’d all flirt. The last time I saw you in 94

Regularly. Now we’re just resigned to Fall

And Winter. Now I travel abroad just to find you

Remind you, It wasn’t all that bad, put that all behind you

It’s my time you need to return with me

I yearn to see you Summer, spend long-term with me

It’s concerning me; that in July we having floods

So I need to know. What’s up with you Summer? Winter’s shedding blood

Did I neglect you Summer? Disrespect you Summer?

Did I reject, affect and not connect with you Summer?

Only time I see you is when I travel to Spain, LA, Greece, Brazil

And damn Summer you’re costing me a fortune on the heating bill

I ain’t creeping still; but I’m resigned to losing you

I know some people can’t handle you; so they stay abuse and accusing you

But still not refusing you. But I see you try to fight the other seasons

Coz sometimes I see you all in one day but UK stays freezing

What’s the reason? What happened to global warming?

And Summer you left without giving a noble warning

So every morning, I got to put a big jacket on

Four layers of clothing, hat, gloves scarf whack it on

No snacking on lollies and ice cream

So I scream

So I guess every good thing must come to an end

But Summer why have you forsaken me, Summer, I thought we were more than friends.

Summer come back to me.

©Showunmi 2008