Monday, November 23, 2015

For Paris

It was a serene atmosphere
Laughter, romance and love in the air
Soft music filled the background
Sweet melody, melodic symphony was the sound

Then suddenly... BANG!  BANG!! BANG!!!
The room was raided by a terrorist gang
Fear became the music, death became the sound
Shots were fired, lovers and friends falling to the ground
Human bombs began to detonate
smiling at the heavens like it was their fate

126 people badly injured...most were found dead
In one night, Paris became a city to be feared
For the lives lost and families hurt because of that day
We can do nothing but bow our heads and pray...


Monday, October 12, 2015

Dear Steve

Dear Steve,

I write you this letter not in disdain
but with a heart flooded with unmitigated pain
With love I cuddled you fiercely when you were born
I had tarried for years and finally, God gave me a son
I was no longer ridiculed by society, I was no longer mocked
For though my daughters were pretty, your unexpected birth had left them shocked.
I watched you grow to be a young, dashing, charming  teenager
and yes, I recall those times you jokingly called me a nagger

Of course, I had to nag you to be all you could be,
Don't you know you are the best thing that ever happened to me?
Not only are you the spitting image of your father
You are kind, loving, generous like your dear mother
I remember your high school days in King's College, Victoria Island
and how your dad and I beamed with joy when you told us you had joined the band
You were my boy, my son, my obi ! But today...the case is sadly the reverse
As you leave me scorned with this news so perverse

How is it possible you feel such unholy desire for a man?
Why have you suddenly decided to distort God's original plan?
How can you tell me I gave birth to you this way?
What did I ever do to make you go astray?
My questions will forever remain unending
and the pain worsens each passing day as you plan your wedding
Oh Steve! please... there has to be another way
As I have refused to accept that my only son is gay

Thursday, October 8, 2015

The Rope

He sat and stared at the rope for days
It stared back at him, with a sly grin and a mocking gaze
He knew his thoughts were wrong
He thought he was really strong
But he felt his life had no iota of hope
So he decided to sell it to the rope

Friday, July 31, 2015


I know it is your last
But stay a little longer
Let's build castles, let's tour Japan
...and live.

Just breathe,
Even though it is your last
I pray you get stronger
You have exciting dreams with one great plan
-to live!

Please breathe,
You are home at last
Death became friend in those last painful hours
The pain has ebbed, you are free to be,
to truly live...

For Roman

Monday, July 27, 2015

I love you

The words escaped your lips before I could stop them
'I love you'...was the genesis of our problem
For when those words escaped your lips,
I knew, for now, we couldn't be.
How can I love you truly,
when I do not even love me...?

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Allen Avenue

We walked these streets, hands softly intertwined,
Emotions spoke on our behalf as we drank wine and dined.
Love was birthed with us on Allen Avenue,
Love also died on these streets with you...