A poem — Son of wild proclamations, product of telling horoscopes and the diadem of our time — leap in joyful exuberance and disperse your flavour like many permeating fragrances. You were trampled for frailty and headbutted for dropping conflicts. The light of your persona was ambiguous and written in vagueness so you…

A poem — I was born to drift in the winds of freedom, exploring the multifaceted, diversified terrains of the feminine world. My appetite is a keen prowler — on the hunt for moist, savoury kisses. Don’t censure my philandering ways if you’re exempted from my shoes, for I have a biological drive…

A poem — My life is a savage predator preying on itself and my thoughts muse on a certain day of reckoning. I’m a fable, a tale, a generational narrative of the humiliation of pain and the triumph of anguish. I beg to elude my existence and bury those screams declaring my conception…

A poem — How exploratory are minds that pierce the thicket of the dark to blossom in fruition and glow with light! The manners of expression are reserved for master strategists and custodians of tall, peaking inventiveness. The doggedness of men is seen in their supreme abilities to harness the future and steer…

A poem — I have a life to prove I’m everything but a failure and a run-down tramp. My taste was settled on obsolete feelings as I hankered for those sure delights crowning the frailty of womenfolk. The past was loveless and the expulsion by affection was searing hot. So I remade my…

A poem — Extol insight when it’s laser-sharp and pinpointed to mimic the acumen of a seer and the cryptic senses of mystics. Then has the mind better clarity than vacuous spaces — uncluttered for authentic gains. What’s a dream if not the towering heights of conception and the fortitude to advance against…

A poem — I was cuddled by sorrows that boasted of their felonies feeding me morsels of misery and the stupefying wine of anguish. My voice moaned the sun into absence as I fought to resist pernicious emotions. Tears carved long furrows down my eyes as my heart throbbed to understand the circumstantial…

A poem — I expanded myself on the surfaces of notoriety and on landscapes rich with petrifying fear. It was joy to shred the vulnerable, opening the vault so they saw their utter hopelessness in hell. The days were exciting if they promised pandemonium, with racing retreats into dingy closets. …

A poem — I doubt I’m ever flustered in the attitude of your arms or the pervading of your poignant, masculine cologne. I’m called to those true blisses of the earth personified in your cavalier form. My desperation sprung from the dearth of romance when I had a mere pittance — meagre bits…