BREAK MY HEART

Break my heart but don’t throw her away

She is fragile and can't survive that much pain

All she ever did was to love you as deserved

She isn't selfish for her love for you wasn't blind

The storm came all over my heart the day I met you

I thought it would rain that day but the sun was bright

I was wearing the smile of pauper in love with a prince

I couldn't afford a ruby so I gave away my heart for free

You can break my heart but please don't treat me for a slave

I never asked for a favor from you but feelings that’s genuine

Today may be young and tomorrow without a sun

If you don't appreciate my feelings, don't throw her away

All Rights Reserved (c) Akan E. Udofia 2015

LIFE

In bricks painted in different faces

Life appears

From mere tadpoles to skulls with woven threads

The bruised dreams spit scarlet tears

From memories of sour days

My tears, a lonely river

Deserted by the handkerchiefs of earth

The sun, at its throne

Burning our feet with smoking mud

The crumb left of life

Is a feast to our death betrothed throats

Man seeks a pathway

And rest on the shoulders of time

The earth gone deaf

But hungry for our carcasses

Silence, the meal of a tongue in grief

Soul in solitude

Blameless, the crow of lingering faith

Composed by Awa Chigozie Jerome and Akan Udofia E. ...All Rights Reserved © 2015

TOMORROW

What shall be? When the future comes home
Shall my dreams lie like corals?
Or will they breath from an aching heart?
I feel lost because the sun shines so dim

The earth bows to my dreams
Latent at the tip of my pen
Reverse is the case for the eyes of men
Like sea waves, life pushes my dreams

From the climax to footpaths
Yet I pick the fragile dreams
And mold them to taller ones
 Against the gale pushing shafts in the wind

Now the sweet scent of brighter days
Is tortured by the gloomy rays
That has fallen on earth
And punctured my breath

What shall I do?
Now that my heart awaits tomorrow
What shall I do?
When my water is tasty too

My feet grab earth and its mud
Awaiting the chariots with tomorrow's sword
Tomorrow's moon is darker than its father
What shall I do? For my eyes to see you

Poem by Akan Udofia/Awa Chigozie Jerome © 2015