ANNEX 1.0

“These days everyone is writing their final book,” Bonney notes in Our Death (Commune Editions, 2019), published just a month before he died. The ANNEX 1.0 commensurate with the fevered, queasy, anxious, often tedious nature of the current global mood.

The boor world is filled with more masks than human faces.

Carnal mortals now wear the mask that grins and lies,

Where it hides the cheeks and it’s shaded eyes.

The debt is paid to human guilt,

With torn hearts faking smile and mouth with myriad subtleties.

How the world is over-wise in counting all our tears and sighs!

Nay, let them only see the adequate, while the lummox wears the mask.

People today smile,

But, the cries, from tortured souls arise to Christ.

People today sing,

But, the clay beneath is so vile, that the feet run down against the mile.

So let’s play the right cards in the game of life.

Underneath the luminous stars on the black canvas,

With eyeball, the glitters and relish their blink.

Sweet syrupy jaw, rhyming and quarrelling to take a chance to overcome one,

Hands clasped and hashed with adjoined soul ushering love by telepathy.

Living in the arms scarfed around scruff.

Be the ears harking tales from the heart that makes you deaf,

That can only listen to true heart tales.

Be the blind that can only see the beautiful faces.

Be the stoner that can only smoke the bouquet.

Be the casualty that can only walk, as humanity a crutch.

Be the patient that can only be fed by kind hands.

Be the dead that can only die for others.

Stare the more galaxies in the eyes,

Than the number of stars in the sky.

Scent the more fragrant flowers in the body,

Than the fathomable flowers on the soil.

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Ramadan Kareem

I too dream, not with a greedy loft filled stomach, exhaustive daydreams Not like churl boss, not like rich beasts I dream like dead rivers do, of things lost, irretrievable, I dream of the future, a history of time incalculable. All living beings by birth are free to live on Earth, But since we had a breath; caged until the cupidity's lust. Awful are our bodies and caged are our souls, Chained we dream to live and die for the caged goals. The shackled humanity, drenched in hunger, poor and death. The lousy world is starving with inanition Renunciation of human sanity Decays the boats, roots and the waning moon. The world descended to the pandemonium But God was there, The Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful. Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness As the sea that enfold a brook That runs down to him, he enfolded me With writhe body and heartsore soul of despair Said, "Beggar woman who once had a home, Mother of drowned babies, su...

Above The Empire

Onliest man who lay hands on self and figure fingers on behalf; With the fore and middle knuckled on the cheekbone; Is the god of thoughts, with a blade on my throat? Is it most of you, but, not always me? To get right I come to you; When I'm finna interview. When I'm finna party. When I must stunt, I come to you- So sometimes it's me the Lionheart, face like stones, Except when you are woebegone. Sometimes it's you who battles the whole hour, But I line up the empire. No matter how dark the eyes shrink and how the skin to the brink. No matter how soft my body or how many eyes find it and peel, When I walk in destiny, I am all above the empire.

Hallelujah

I was a crabgrass in a farm Like a jinx to the barn I was a filthy wretch to the realm Like a vile berry in the lawn I was a soot in the purity Like a bugger of maturity But, I dreamed of you, stood upon a little hill Stygian eyes of shy dove winked in the sun You dazzled like a ruby stone Leisurely and equisitely steriled my sins With your luminous air of heaven Oh God ! Your white wig over black mane Butchered my sins and dark fame Why were u hiding above the skies? Without turning me from pale to purple You are my hallelujah !!

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