SALUTE by CID CORMAN
Nothing, this spume, virgin verse Only to point to the cup; So afar many a troupe Of sirens drowns in reverse. We navig…
Nothing, this spume, virgin verse Only to point to the cup; So afar many a troupe Of sirens drowns in reverse. We navig…
The Executioner's Dream By Kwesi Brew I dreamt I saw an eye, a pretty eye, In your hands, Glittering, wet and sick…
The Mesh By Kwesi Brew We have come to the cross-roads And I must either leave or come with you. I lingered over the…
A virus, small and mean, Infects and spreads unseen, HIV, it has no cure, Brings suffering, it's unsure. It doesn…
My Beauty is My Doom____Part 1: Adunni to the Sacred Groove - February 07, 2017 I am *Adunni* The daughter of _…
What I See in the Little Boy - March 08, 2017 I saw a small naked boy Running down the street Not minding how m…
Do Not Call Me A Village Boy - March 14, 2017 Do Not Call Me a Village Boy What's this uncooked junks you c…
- April 16, 2017 I Am a Dreamer Too The heat of the morning sun Devours my flesh As hot perspiration boils out …
There are complaints rolling There are agitations running Mouths are ceaselessly speaking But a deep thought is want…
Ask by the foot of Langbodo In the sheds of eerie bushbaby Where the mosquitoe twitches Haphazardly it's legs …
God forces no man For your are who you want to be Your desires may melt away as ice Your dreams may grow gray before…