Prodigy of Chaos

Aston kamunde


Chaos is at the very center of this universe
I felt it diving with so much vengeance
as if coming to avenge vows not kept
and with it I have had so much experience
at the very core of chaos I found my strangeness.

My eyes are fixed on a distant nothing
eyes wide and alert like those of an owl
my gaze sharp as if with a sinister calculation
as I feel the thinnest sounds of misery fading
instinctively replaced by sweet desperate longings of my immortal soul.

The sounds of chaos carry all the haunting melodies
with eyes as cold with cruelty as time
chaos left the defenseless suffocating under the weight of despair
with the stabbing reality of how wrong things are
rendering hearts bitter with recognition for lost promises.

But midst these trees grim as mourners
and with the silvered stiletto of light softly calling

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Illicit Rendezvous

Aston kamunde


I longed for my illicit rendezvous
too wave goodbye to all the noises
all shrieking words without a heart
those that created hell in heaven.

Litany of lies was spread everywhere
because it was the accepted religion
which everyone risked offending
yet it alluded even the most faithful.

I crave and rave to push myself away
and seek the perfection of my own reality
for that is my knowledge of true self
and because of freedom…I have to let me be.

I need the present and life to take priority over history
searching and yearning for my illicit rendezvous
beneath this blackened grey sky
I will never gloss over pride customs
nor ethical standards.

For how hurtful can it be?
Accepting a life chained by blinding faith
one lived beneath hideous masks
feeling hurt moment after moment
distorted this visage can be horrifying!

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The African Green Gold

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Mother nature takes no breather
Challenges are enforced daily Rain drops shimmer
Tasting and swallowing
old earth for new
if only it was true

The rain falls hard
On bare ground,
Intoxicating the air
with new smells

But will Mother Nature continue to allow
the birds to sing with a feathery flame?
Or for frogs to dance in their pool?
I tell you the beauty of rain is gone but will soon return

The land is consumed with grief
for the loss of the African green gold,
Even the morning sun
lays on its death bed

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If I was to Love


If I was to love

i’d love with all my faith

from my childhood innocence

to tears and grief that colors adulthood.


I’d speak of my lover’s name

in every passionate and delightful breath

and love even more in the afterlife.


I am single

but I listen with blushing ears

the sound of river’s sacred flame

flowing into many fountains and into the blue sea


How I weep!

Watching the mountains

giving endlessly

the low and deep kiss

to the blue and sometimes darkened sky.


The splendor of bright stars

murmur under the moonbeam

like a dream

keeping my virgin pride intact

for the sun shall preserve my youthful hue with gold.