Posted by: Ajapa on: July 25, 2009
What do I do when
I am forced by unforeseen
unavoidable circumstances
to see or hear that
which I would rather avoid?
Crane my neck a full 90 degree
and change the angle of my sight?
plug my ears with my fingers
and repeat to myself, “that does not exist”?
maybe burn it up and
flush it down the toilet.
But what if it is not [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 24, 2009
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Posted by: Ajapa on: July 19, 2009
A spotlight on me
pensive in a shielded
reality of a black eternal vacuum-
Echos return back like
pebbles tossed to the sky
and forced naivete compels me
to think it a voice
from another romantic reality.
In the empty,
gathering foregone hopes I shout,
“yu huuuu….” knowing well
that the air within this vacancy
cannot travel beyond its boundaries-
the armor of burst-able soapy shield,
of a bubble,
no [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 16, 2009
On special nights around 10:30,
the sweet smell of magnolia
mingled with moonlight,
you, waft through my window.
But I don’t know who you are.
You listen to me as I ramble on
about life and death and college
and fate which joins me to you.
Then you leave assured of my happiness.
But I don’t know who you are.
Sometimes you don’t have time.
Too [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 13, 2009
I put on you a pair of wings
and bade you to fly.
I freed you yesterday,
from your obscure origins
in the fathoms of my pain
and from your secret existence
in this lonely digital world.
You were born:
from my moans of labor
as I lay gasping for air,
clutching the earth in pain
and in solitude, waiting
waiting in distress to birth
the remains of [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: June 30, 2009
I don’t feel much these days.
There ’s just nothing much:
Just a few memories of how I was
when I was a child and carefree.
Actually, its no different these days.
After roaming around with
jobs that drained me
and I didn’t care much of,
after strained relationships
that were never meant to last,
after toiling endlessly against
the fixed-ness of fate and
school books I [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: May 29, 2009
In the heart of my city,
battle scarred citizens
of a wounded nation state,
put aside a muddle of words:
(proportionate representation,
ethnic equality, military integration
And citizen supremacy):
and take a morning moment of their own.
The pigeons flutter around the
city square with the break of dawn
and the 3 am mist lifts its head
from its long bow to the sun god.
My four [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: May 22, 2009
When everything goes right
and its hard to imagine that
any imaginable thing might
go wrong – we hurt ourselves.
From self inflicted pain come
a series of morning poetry,
fed by rage, self hate and spite
towards no one but one’s self.
A state of mixed emotion:
self invited – pity, humility,
lack of passion and animation -
an eternal longing for serenity.
Days built with hypocrisy [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: May 4, 2009
I won’t lie no more
No more will I lie.
No stinkin’ heartbreakin
soul sapping lie.
I lay on my ol’ bed
try to drift asleep
but I’ve been cursed
cursed by a lie I told.
The people outside
they don’t know
but the guards of my
conscience they know.
So I tell the truth
to wash away the lie.
Scrub the floor of my
soul spic and span.
Here’s me [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: May 1, 2009
They tell me,
“you’re not pretty.”
They say I have:
heavy arms,
hips too wide, skin too dark,
hollow eyes.
But I know – all lies.
They tell me, “chubby arms!”
I say:
They hold a baby,
encircle a lover, reach out,
lift a load – however heavy.
They say,
“hips to wide- unbecoming”
True they’re wide!
need to be!
to create space
for the head of an unborn,
mimic the rise of [...]
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