Dark woods, I mingle with coffin doors
Vault decks burning LP, the burden is for the cross
I’m like the orphaned moth
Scar Gardens are smelling grief of the black rose.
Robin nest, I need oasis Hades to call my own
Yeast sponge on my cage and am wounded with pain
So am circling the block, nostalgia with the rain
Maybe one day
In pursuit of a place to lay my portal lore head
A mouth to feed my dusty bread
Back-stabbing flowers make my death bed
[Ma] circuit of flaming stars, on the ceiling I watch
Ocean lights flooding my dread-locked eyes
Powdered water and moon flares
I count the geometry planes, Gemini is my better pair
All things cry, the earth bleeds and the sun melts
Dead scrolls mouth-kiss, Hathrow trees sing alphabets
Just before I mask myself in deep crates
Genetic ringtone, am fragmented into pictures of life given.
It’s a cold place
Saigon type of frost white haze
I set fire on my flesh and I swear it’s like –
Exhausted cells immolate like weed they want me dead
Dying heart the world butt raise black book stems
Resurrected sentinel painted beneath Orion fades
So I dip my wounded fingers in constellation Braille
Am I damaged, reading axis when life is inglorious and derailed?
I bow knees on heaven tears put dawning age on grass leaves
Wake up among blood bones left out in void fields
Door step meditation mat spread her thighs between star-gates
Twenty One light years, they say things cannot just grow
With six-year branch, baby you my life beneath winter snow
Transferred prison walls, how would hereafter begin the syllables
After glossary append my conviction on 
Through [Yo] fragile places, cellar tomb of mortal crimes
Soul to Alchemy flesh was mine
In this eternity I am the benediction of poisoned mind
Mars wait to lay her read red breast on my arm
Venus is molten into antimatter pearl, into her scared I smash
Triangular nights am sifting the secrets of my charm
Portrait peddle triage, am on probation with distant sum
Under Deneb, am intimate with deep thrust fossils
Folded clay, lost in dress creases like roses’ calyxes
Man am beyond
Prodigal till I come to baby-sit the demons in a sea of pigs
Poverty paradise, I hear bells ring as death dogs surround
Ancestral sins in eternity, only pure thing is encased beneath my clothing.
Details za morgue juu ya nare
Ni msimu upi nitavunwa nafaka mvua ikija nipandwe?
Nipate temple, nikinywa sumu ya mystery kwa blue vessel
Mind ni process, nikirudi dust body frames zitaozea ka siri.
The blackbird eating remains of my Necropolis
This cluster of mistakes than lovechild seeds
One day the reaper may find the mirror so legit’
When the dead find clothe ashes from [forever] fires
Meteor rains: write to the universe to love a little bigger
Mom, pops and lost ones watching there in quiet distance
Photograph copybook plastered on my mind
Even when am turning page, you hear how memories grind.
What depth of life do e plough,
Between us are intense memories planted in the crowd
These rhymes dangle like magic beads on my dark scars
No place to fall, seed-holes are drenched
Night prayer names that I call, angels surround where i slept
Naked tongue axed between blue rock tooth and metaphors
Vipindi vilifuatwa na makiwa
Alfajiri wa kuamkia, nalinda kiba ya usiku nikiimba na njiwa
Ninukuu mkihifadhi leo, kesho na throwback
Mkichoma mimea, chupa ikiwatonesha hisia mkumbuke Alkemia.
[Ah] Ukiita hii rap
Makaburi yako baada ya life yatazingirwa na slab.
Kabla ulimwengu uonyeshwe vichochoro na maker,
Nilikuwa nfunga pingu za maisha, mwenyewe akaona ni poa
Akanipora ubavu, mashairi yakizika ndoa kwenye matuta
Misemo zimejaa nembo deep kama celestial world order
Atamira Ajanta, am deeper than the named
I suspend gravity when am reciting in Zen Gardens
Am never civilized, bush-baby, my brain folded in pre-life caves
I’m the mirror to the furthest stars
They field god in mines but he’s a grain in soul chaff
Dusty highways, am a carnage pothole laughter – the craft.
Pillage whispers through bamboo flutes
African sculpt, how long will Ubuntu last on wear tear of books?
Pigeon creed, love is filthy show me where the feelings are
The clumsy poet, but on a pinwheel galaxies
Mock me without words if my beauty is less galactic
Nimezika future mbele ya mazingira machafu
Dunia inashift so natema mvua ya duty kifo kisimani cha danguro
Moth spectacle, light is a dark fallacy
Related like Shroud of Turin
With bipolar sandwich crosses of thug poetry
How many tombs will enough bury me?
Vault aka The Alchemy Thought
Nilaze mezani pema peopni visu vikinifuma kwa throat [Yo].
Harlem, Genetics, Eleven 83
Esthero, Ace na Poetic Creed