Can You Recall Clarence

DO YOU REMEMBER CLARENCE

 Can you remember Clarence,
The days when the flames made the sky pink,
The days when the minds stopped to think,
Our friends and brothers died as they tried to protect us,
But greatness is good that came to pass...

There were fights and deaths,
The blood flowed,
Like the great Chania,
Tears drew lines Clarence,
Greatness is good that came to pass...

How we were left orphaned as our beloved ones swam
In the abyss never be seen again,
We cried and cuddled together,
As the mass of the graves amassed grief in our souls,
We cried our hearts Clarence,
Our hope was on vacation,
But greatness is good that came to pass.

Do you have this memory Clarence,
When the sponsors came and gave us another chance,
To study in precious schools with zero pay,
How we cried our souls when they separated us Clarence,
We had no choice but accept lest our dreams faded once more,
Greatness is good that came to pass...

Do you reminisce Clarence,
The vows we made Clarence,
On the village hill as we watched sunset and the birds rest in the nests,
Never to separate, to stick together no matter the distance,
That was long ago and childhood was fresh and fantasy was great...

Now we are grown ups Clarence,
Do you mind keeping the vow or you'll cow and bow to pressures of change,
That will kill a great dream we thought to have,
Just be bold enough to tell me the pleasure that you stand for...

I'll never forget your comfort Clarence,
Your determination and the best in the world,
That made me write you a book at tender age,
That made the world wonder how a young boy could know much of love and pain,
But you were the motivation for my art Clarence...

#Nomys_Madness

When I Will Choose A Partner

When I'll choose a partner,
I won't run in a poshy suite,
I'll trod on the muddy routes,
Deep in the big bush,
For I need a real person who knows no guise.

When I'll choose a partner,
I'll keep off far fetched faces,
I'll go for a natural Chiquita,
Who won't wake my artistic ventures with complains,
Of masks peeling off guard,
Of make ups disappointments,
Fake brows dropping,
Chest drooping,
Of butts misfits and misfire...

When I'll be choosing a partner,
I'll go for one without an alien accent,
That seems magnificent,
Until it ceases to be decent,
And the fraud of a nascent,
Exposes the ideal lady innocent...

When I'll choose a partner,
I'll go for a natural Chiquita,
One with genuine beauty,
An epitome of demeanour,
And a great sage in the making,
Whose simplistic approach is a complex to the 'models'...

When I'll be choosing a partner,
I'll keep in touch with the nature,
I'll grab a raw, tampered not fruit,
A first season flower,
An apple that will honey my life,
A chili that will see off the chills in my chilly times...

#Nomys_Madness

A GIRL CALLED JOYCE

Joyce,
She who dated her bosses,
She who begged her teacher's bang,
Joyce is gone.

Joyce,
She who drove a Rolls Royce,
She left her traces in many a lands,
The coughs are on rise,
Courtesy of the late Joyce.

Joyce,
The last one in the pretty series,
Her thighs broke ties,
Her lips undid clips,
Her curves made bends like paths uphill,
Only for the fall in a thud...

Joyce,
Goodbye,
Your team is following you,
And in numbers of that you can't imagine,
Goodbye Jocelyna.

#Nomys_Madness

SNITCH BITCH

She bumped in the other day,
Fresh from the bush,
With a plump devious ego,
A malicious agent,
Like a green mamba on young a grass,
She's slithering slyly,
Collecting crude venom,
And piling on the boss's desk!

Snitch bitch,
The new captain in the pitch,
Undoing any previous stitch,
Her actions sources of itch,
The secret behind any hitch,
Is it right to term her a witch?

Clearly ambitious,
Sacrificing others is auto,
Unfortunately,
We've known her,
Weighing,censoring words,
Is the next highway to survival,
Watching from a distance,
Eavesdropping her chats,
Letting the snitch fail,
For we'll leave not a trail,
For her to tell a tale.

#Nomys_Madness

Jeremy Please

Jeremy the class lover,
Joined the team that drinks,
In bars that your salary lasts an hour,
The sons of country owners,
The daughters of key financial thieves,
And you thought you were stylish...

Your kids will starve like demons for souls,
Your wife will be ragged,
And your papers a tattered bunch,
Love class to lose class?

Jeremy,
Put shoes your fit,
Not shows to your feet,
Your dad wasn't a land grabber,
He was their cobbler,
If you think they're your class,
You'll lick their boots,
Like a hungry desperate mongrel...

Drink in your dens boy,
Save your a*s embarrassment,
Scratch your comfort,
Let your esteem rise,
Above your crazy fantasy...

#Nomys_Madness

In This Area...

Daughter,
This a rare area,
Where men and women,
Old and young,
Elite and illiterate,
Dine and wine in the gossip cafe,
You'll never be surprised,
To be trending yet,
You have not even the vaguest idea!
Steel balls are the least of your package.

Son,
What is unknown to you,
In this area,
The parents send their daughters to you,
And if you fail to fall for them,
Unto your neck they'll be forced,
By rumour spread and allegations,
To survive,
Steel balls are the least of your package.

Brother,
In this woozy wild world,
Sons and their fathers,
Swim in the same shame pools,
Little headscarfed hypocrites enjoy the swing,
Claiming that fruits and seeds are all edible,
Steel balls,
 Are the least of your package to make it here.

Sister,
In this vile village,
Rules are raw,
Pious during the day,
Doomed in the dark nights,
Masters of masking,
A double life only survivable,
If you have a pair of steel balls...

#Nomys_Madness

ISOLATE THE TWO

Dealing with certain groups of people is a big challenge. It pushes one to suffocation. Monitors and prefects of my artistic ventures. I need to clear the air for the team that thinks all an artist spits is factually measured.

The simplest departure on this issue is to begin with;what's is art? My reference points out clearly that it's the CREATIVE activity, usually with an AESTHETIC focus. Creative to mean imaginative, original, expressive,inventive or the ability to create. Aesthetics is all about the beauty, tasteful, or the artistic appearance. Too many definitions?

The characters in my work may not necessarily be real people actually the percent a of reality is so minute that microscopic search would strain. I have no relationship with my characters in any way save for me being their creator and manipulating them to deliver my message. They are my subjects, in the world of fiction.

Of my topics,issues, themes and anything that I tend to address, I am a mirror reflecting the society. Some topics are purely mental creatures however triggered by the social observations.

The "I " in my pieces and the real "I " are two distinct characters. They may be connected but highly independent. As earlier indicated, one is a subject and a creation of the other.

Why this rant? The moment you define me basing on my characters you're misleading yourself and killing the chance of meeting or getting to know the real me. #Nomys_Madness is a ruthless crook who doesn't mind giving all that he has to spit while the other person is so conscientious and delicately reserved. Don't rush into making such a conclusion that they are the same. One maybe hurt badly.

This Attention Grabbing Cat

I have an issue,
With this little creature,
I take it for a tissue,
Be it real or a picture,
I hate this cat.

I hate this cat,
It makes me cry,
This playful brat,
It competes everywhere!

It competes everywhere!
Takes portion of my milk,
I will kill it I swear,
Sits on my dad's laps to lick,
And that's my coveted favorite!

And that's my coveted favorite!
It groans on my sheets,
It sleeps on my bed!
It staggers on my beats,
And grasps my attention!

And grasps my attention!
Steals big mommy's caresses,
No one plays with me,
Everyone sings its color,
Tailing it, I hate it!

#Watotopoetry

Venom Spitters

In the memory of my dad,
He who fought a faulty battle,
In the name of defending his people from the neighbors,
He took oath of allegiance to the gang,
The gang funded by the mafia,
The mafia that wanted the Boss in office,
The Boss whose brilliance was ignition and incite.
Ignition and incite that washed the soil with blood,
Messed the air with smoke,
And made the scrap metal business flourish.

That venomous spit by the Boss and his cohorts,
Made us have death for a daily bread,
Injuries a luxury,
Looting a fun,
Maiming a game,
And heartless a trait,
That saw our senses made wild,
Our actions stupidly bold,
We were more than animals,
Cannibals that needed salvation.

Our sisters drowned their virginity for food,
Our mothers betrayed their vows to see kids get the basics,
Our friends and relatives,
Showed us the other side,
That animals and human are close,
Our spirits were weakened,
And yet the Boss and his cohorts,
Watched us on television,
Made promises to us,
With their venomous spit,
That saw us split,
We listened keenly,
Ready to rebuild,
And like warthogs,
We followed sheepishly,
Thanks to shallow mindedness,
We...

If we'll fall,
And fail,
To see beyond the venomous spit,
History is ready to recur,
And ours will be unending pain,
As Boss and cohorts,
Watch over our woes.

#Nomys_Madness

He Stabbed Underage Trio

He taught them in a contemporary class,
He taught them behind a blurred glass,
He taught them how to write,
He taught them their might,
He was their teacher in all beats,
In class and under the sheets,
The three thrilling girls.

They were thorough friends,
Foolishly following the same bends,
They were played and undressed,
They were eaten and pressed,
He liked them natural and raw,
He enjoyed them in a row,
The three thrilling girls.

They swallowed his spills,
And forgot to mind the pills,
Their tummies curved,
Their spitting carved,
His unplanned arousal,
His confusion appraisal,
The three thrilling girls.

His job got terminated,
Two of the seeds got eliminated,
One through an abate,
And the other through fate,
The last one survived,
To make the marriage threat arrived,
The three thrilling girls.

#Nomys_Madness