Poetry

DEAR READER

Dear Reader,

Continue to drink from the mystery of my mist
and never forget to put on the lamp of my fears.
My fingers have always itched your mind
like my words that teach your heart.
Whenever I begin to speak so much about love
re-read my notes from a before.
The day I begin to talk so much about before
unread the messages that talk of heed,
do not despair for the day death drowns on my doom
not of nights news knight a nice number to my noon.
Those days will not come, never!
Those days when you shall grow fear for my feet reaches the desert,
for wherever there’s sand, I’ll mold an oasis
whenever I find waters, I’ll mend me a boat.
Do not tire from waiting for a colored coat
even when the smoke brings melodies of a dead goat,
let your hopes always make you float.
Whenever you sleep, do not dream of nightmares
do not let your pillow feel too comfortable
and let your eyes grow hollow.
Dream of when everything has to go right
even when I have nothing except a solitaire of solitude left.
And just Incase you decide to reach me in your sleep,
hold the curtain of night by the tail of its hair,
circle the halo of the previous morning.
Write these upon your heart
‘I will break your legend into half of two,
one will become a bridge for a true king,
the other will begin the tale of a path love called roses’.

Guts of gods

GUTS OF GODS (11/11/2018)

The most anticipated poetry show from The Red Cap Poet was held in the city of Jos in the month of November, spelling the year to be a complete one. It was an experience of innate joy, fun and laughter. Educative to the young budding poet, Ruddapoet thrilled the audience with highs and lows of his artistic side. Continue Reading

Poetry

PEN FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

This discord from which you stare

Should be a light to burn from when you glare

Shadows befall and strangle your

Head from your neck so you’re choked tight

You have a gift of the art, itself in pots

A fall from the highest point of knowledge

The integral expressions of desire

Sets to its cloudy fragments

But nothing has been written on that sheet Continue Reading

Poetry

THROUGH THE EYES

Through the eyes of the past
I saw fear and anger
How metals clashed with bones
And how fires melted pure souls
When tears were manure to grounds
That bore our marks and earths bound

Through the eyes of the present
I fear for my anger
How automated minds will spill
Blood for fire and blood for water
Love will find its boundary
And murder for its flaming cause
Where words will find its own curse

Through the eyes of tomorrow
I want to see a smile and tear
Of joy to stay and wean peace
In war or words, fate shall not tire us
Pain shall subdue its sharp edge
Around the curve of life we go
To twinkling stars beyond blues
To loved ones who died with no clue

Through your eyes
I see fear and saw anger
Through your eyes
I saw joy and see sorrow
Through your eyes
I see the future of yesterday
The past of the present
I see a whole new eye
And eye that loves
With lips that curve.
Yes; through your eyes

Poetry

THE VENDETTA I MARCHED

Everyday concocts it’s trials in a hot serving tray from Earth.

Flowers of Tuesday fits this aisle

when the casket holds its sour death.
January comes to mate the hole

and prays for me not to rebirth. Continue Reading

Poetry

WHEN SLEEP THUS COMES

The night shall carry alot of stories
like how we folded our thoughts
and covered it with barren deeds.
It shall covet the moon with smiles of stars
it will be like the veil holding virgins
bounding their winter with frost of pain.
If sleep thus comes
We will both have arrived at the same time. Continue Reading

Poetry

UNTITLED

Salt

The first time I begged your indulgence to help fix my broken piece you did it with ease, I felt at ease to tell you about the cactus holes, the mended bridges. I remember the dusty rooms we swept together and arranged the books on the shelves. Continue Reading