Voice calls gently in the night
mind awakens lucid flight
gazing from Orion's shores
Angels open dreamscape doors
shadows cross the face of Mars
lovers count the falling stars
Sun evokes a gentle breath
to mark another twilight's death
awaken dreamer to morning's light
dreams rest silent til birth of night

Clear skies are often coldest,
Tempests' temper seems subdued.
Sunlight skims the tiles of rooftops,
Stops.
Savours,
Admires the view.

The sky was never blue.
Obsidian haze and gunmetal days
Light the life we choose.
Blackened,
Slightly bruised.
Broken yet not dismayed.
Too long we have been walking,
Proud in our shroud of the grey.

My brother, my teacher,
My foe and my friend.
Our ghosts shall speak
Once more at the end.

I'm here to appologise
For in the battle field i went missing
Was not killed but injured.
I bled so terribly
I was helpless and useless
I picked my pen to write bit it had no ink
I filled in my blood  but my brain failed
I could not think!
I could not translate my mothers' language.
It was really hard.
In fact i decided to just talk to the spirit,
To give you hope and patience
That you may wait until i come
I hope you got the ego to see me again
To hear from me again
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My language is new
I hope you got somebody to translate
Do not worry why my writings are in red,
I have decided to write using my blood.
No access to a shop
No friend to borrow from
The clossest animal here is a tsetse fly
Chewing my skin for blood
My bedding, the leaves,got rained on
And today i will transnight!
My food the black berries,
Are rotting in these heavy rains,
I doubt if in my cave there will be peace tonight,
Snakes are just peeping and i have alot of fears
If anybody can translate this to you,
Please come for my help,
Because my life is in danger!

I know i am ready
Because my beautiful one is born already
I have grown hair
I saw my dad  had when he sat on his  chair
My beutiful one has the *****
Which i saw my mum had when she bent to remove the *koobs
I have a goat
Which looks like my fathers coat
I will pay it as my dowry
Though my fathers' was jewelry
It has grown long ,my stick
Though i saw my fathers'was thick
I am ready
My beautiful one,after that day told me she felt it heady
I think i am ready to marry
My beautiful one is mary.

As i flip the pages
like i did for ages
one day
it will pay
i mean i wil find something new
which i knew
that i will find a million
for my pages will be read by a battalion
my senses will be right
and i will pay whoever will write
i know it will happen
that my readers will have pens
to write what they know
and i will read 'em come snow
far and wide
i will,as i walk and hear my strides
i will always remain devoted to my friends
even if they never trend
i will read 'em always
until they ask themselves how i make it in all the ways
i will read in the rains
even when my shirt stains
i will read in the sun
even when my head burn
i will read read and read
until i forget to see my breeds
my people will wonder why
but i will hold my answer to buy.
maybe it will happen someday!