The Lilith Curse

And so, I summoned the gods for a Lilith moment

Twas that cold night - with flesh on mine arm

Erect like frozen nails in a lonely and a strange land.

 Indeed and in deed

The deities honored my need

A placid hand morphing into bare bone

As I contemplated the truth of what my eyes could read

Oh, and I dared not bargain

With one who could make a heart bleed.

 I led my soul down the hall,

Occasionally scourged by the spectre of deliberate impotence!

My orbs guarded the gates,

As all my elixir stealthily vaporized behinds those walls.

 I can swear - an honest thief

Never looks back at you

In the middle of such a heist - 

I was empty and tired. 

 A fortune paid, a verdict read

What really boils in the heart of a villain?

Remorse? Honor?

Well, looking into her eyes, I definitely saw both...

 The sun possibly turns black

Love possibly goes dark

But corrupting an angel's love brings bad luck

And a Lilith kissed, brings the curse 

Of lust that can't last. 

Of Travels & Fading Gold

Anticipation bears travel

Such wisdom I've learnt,

while counting and smiling at each new passing sight.

As with any dead journey long buried with my hair

I'd count every tree, celebrate each new sign.

I'd slip off and dose, or hit a thing with my nose

And I'd finally let go, as mine eyes started to float.

"Deluded as a bird whose prey can not fly,

Surely much you've now lost by not climbing that trunk!"

I've stuffed my black pillow with the words of a gone hunter,

And every night before drifting, hear that "gold is in going".

I hate eternal slopes, and the fading of hope!

With many an aging climax, lurking behind each new crest.

Debilitating, exacting and expecting a sore brow

Are the ticking and turning as I slowly tread home.

When it's stories of fruit not the fruit that I hold

Conveying mine belly for a pregnancy unsought

It's more heavy, more sweat and very often no talk

When after journeying and reaping you carry home your own load.

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the amazing visual moment captured by SubterfugeMalaises

The Dark Pinelence

Pines, pines, and there were more pines!

Them capitalist hoes, scraping life omg!

Tall pines, scattered pines, them suffocating pines

Every once in mine blink I see a forest that's not one!

Such strange auditory walks experienced by mine ears-

It must be purely suicidal, for a forest to be that silent;

No birds, no pests, all diversity is at rest!

Woe to these enslaved bushes and unfortunate shrubs

To dwell beneath them towering, cursed arms of these pines!

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While travelling across the country, to and from Masindi, I have noticed how growing pine trees (instead of fruit trees or crops) has become more widespread - possibly due to capitalist tendencies & short-sightedness indoctrinated into the locals. It's sad.

Your motivations for growing pine trees might vary, but here's one quote concerning pines:

Needle-bearing trees tend to contribute to a more acidic pH in the garden, which means that you may struggle to grow a lot of flowers, fruits, and vegetables near the tree. When you plant a pine tree, it is important to remember that pine trees can reduce the growth of nearby plants. Pine trees create toxins that prevent other plants from growing. Pine trees contribute acids, quercetin, and tannins to the soil, and these toxins stop other plants from growing under the tree. Acidic soil conditions can be improved using lime. 

So beware!

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the lovely art if from AdMalamCrucem

Upon Solid Hill

I would definitely love to build my house upon a rock!

Towering above valleys, dense green and the horizon.

I would love to spend days above the realm of mosquitos!

I would torture a talking drum, catch the young and old sun

I'd trap flying ghosts and share breathe with fleeting birds!

There are things I thought of while we drove past some hill

And one thing was for sure - I'd love to build upon that hill.

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this is definitely not a Masindi hill :-)

this amazing shot was captured by Mec717, in a place I don't know but I'd definitely love!

Adyeri Night!

Remember to party, 

Oh party to remember!

Saturnight, low lights and siblings soo tight!

It must've been yesternight when the night was so bright!

A crew so merry we'd be mistaken for illegal teens

we abandoned all tweets and convened like viva amigos!

Just me, crazy niece, rowdy cousins and their ribs

the night got blessed by young song and spilt gins.

3 warmed the car's boot

3 shook the back seat and with 3 more naughty heads we wheeled away all the night's loot!

Insanely routing a mazda across town

it was us, the moon, and more dust for the outskirts.

We arrived at our venue, a one place called D'venue

with two rides and much pride, we alighted like skinned turkeys! 

Posthumous apologies to them who slept that whole night

'cause we wrecked such raw havoc, a dream turned nightmare!

For each bottle that we turned, calm was slowly unturned

and for the clergy among us there were clear revelations to count!

We had games to be played, many ways to call names

with shaky shots of hard liquor rotating across names.

We laughed like little hyenas wishing before vaginas

dancing and falling and running and some farting!

We celebrated our aged granny, 80 years of filled granaries

for whom we'd come together across thick and thin weather.

And so lens shone bright for memories we'd hold high

as we retired to sleep tight, 'cause next day we'd pray right.

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insanely awesome art courtesy of phristopher

Goodbye

And so we parted, with a few cheerio kisses

She didn't want to cry, so she cut her walk short

And only did wave as the bus cried goodbye.