don't worry

don't worry about me.
about no man but you.
I know you'd like to know
how I feel about you.
and these worries,
these abouts,
may make people think that
there's maybe,
something happening
between us.
but all of us;
you,
I,
they,
knows quiet well,
if not loud,
that there isn't;
you and I.
there could only be;
you,
I.
and of course they;
wellwishers,
prophets of doom,
seers of love.
before I laugh,
I better leave it
right here.
the thought.
mine,
yours,
theirs.
there's absolutely nothing.

the void

you'll know that feeling

of inadequacy

when you spend

most of your time,

wondering about what people

say.

about what they're saying

whenever you aren't

with them.

And when that happens;

you'll know that

the void,

that uncomfortable space

of which you then

feel like,

it was better if I was

with someone to talk to.

and if ever you get to

be in that dark space,

with no room to move

an arm or a leg,

you start feeling that

there's no way out

for you.

every thought is cul

de sac.

if you know

what I mean.

first

I saw her first and wanted to touch her,

She moved back as if she knew--

what I had wanted to do.

Up to this day I don't know how I missed her.

Touching is the first step to love.

I don't believe in love at first sight.

I believe it's full of passion hiding to be love.

There are women I see and just want to ask them;

Can I sleep with you?

But because our world is full of judges,

I end scared of expressing my true feeling--
 towards women.

And end up in date pains.

Pains of hiding how I truly feel about a person.

These date rules don't work.

They just make me desperate.

Desperate enough to split yet another woman's hear--
 into two.

warnings

She's said to be still in love with you but,

The feeling is no longer there.

Things happen around you that makes you doubt--

that you have a life together.

Seemingly those things,

Those warnings makes you want her even more.

The problem is when you get to call her,

Her usually melodic voice is now flatter than a choked bird.

You know, the type that was unable to carefully swallow a sweetpea.

Now you feel bittersweet like a sour worm.

The type that has been neatly packaged by a sweet factory.

All you get to ask is;

'Do you still love me?'

Some days when she's with you--

she just agreely nods.

Others she reply you with a question;

'Do you truly have any reason to doubt me?'

When you don't get a straight reply,

When her body language is like of another man,

When you know that all you need to hang around with--

is a woman,

Call that relationship off because all signs are there--

that it's no more worth investing your time and energy on.

warm air

I struggled at first because what I had to tell her,

was not making sense at first.

Because all that I had wanted in this life—

 was something elusive.

If not wet or exclusive.

Anyway, If it’s for two,

It should be sharing between consenting adults.

adults at most.

I saw an inviting woman,

Young but,

Not under age.

I told myself,

I’ll be a fool to let her slip—

from  my sight if not from my grasp.

Her body was something—

I haven’t seen before.

I went to her to tell her how I really feel.

And when warm air off her nose graced my neck,
I shook  terribly like I was being  hit by bullet- fragments.

how do I

I am not afraid of women but, people portray me so,
There are many admires,some secret, other live,
Flirting is getting me annoyed,how would you feel if;
A girl with good morals suddenly become a good girl turned bad?
I thought she loved me, I was so in love, I would fight with my family,
Congregants over what they had realised,before me,was nothing but,
Infatuation. I was escorting my mother one spring money,there she was;
Sitting pretty under another man's armpits,a contract worker, I thought to myself,
Why isn't his smell disgust her? she glanced at me,walked away,not until,
She removed his arm from her shoulders.I said nothing either,
A beavy of beauties were bouncing right in front of me,
I had forgotten where my mother was.Our love was now gone forever,
I used to lie to myself while lying on a bed by myself; She and I will have a
Yard full of children. Warning bells should have rung at the back of my mind when:
I was being scolded in church for overlooking her while, I questioned her loyalty to me.
Now I am view as a con-man by almost every body who crosses my path,
How do I commit to someone whose words slithers out of her mouth,hisses whenever
the truth is revealed? She has a man and a son in kindergarten school, I got almost,nothing.

I curse the day our eyes met

I just walked past her kissing another man,
Why did I fall in love without getting to know her first?
I am going to be the township's joke of the year,
I already am as I can not control my emotions right now,
I feel tears welling in my eyes,
Who is going to stop them as God will not?
He will not because I believe premarital sex is forbidden.
Since the beginning of time men have been tricked,
So long as one has blood is going to get robbed.
Maybe it was her cousin,
Maybe she is engaged to be married now brags,
I never knew her for years till a friend introduced us,
I curse the day our eyes met,
What was I doing at that grocery store nine years ago?
I was doing what all shoppers do for God's sake!
She is trying to get my attention,
Find out if I am the jealous type,
Most men are jealous of their loved ones,
I will no longer pursue her as she is maybe;
the reason our municipality billing has been skyrocketing,
Do you know why?
She is working at their billing department.