Grace Period

Complications are simple in genuine fealty,
Dangers are exciting as movie adventures.
It’s charming to see a part of you
On two darn legs.
Then you trust fate’s direction
As time furtively fleets to the very end.
No one ever tells you
It gets hard.
For a moment,
It’s okay to be blind
Before untamed promises run wild
Contrary to original intention;
The end of a grace period of perfection.

~Bardkobik #Blueprint ’14


Life After You

“Vision is a liability
When you’re looking
For a semblance of stability.
My heart pumps,
My lungs heave,
It’s all that’s left of me.
The nights are long walks
Back and forth memory lane,
I need to forget the sketches
So painfully etched.
And its now, its now time dillydallys,
Still as a gloomy painting of Dali’s.”

~ Bardkobik #BLUE PRINT ’14


The night in whole I waste in sighs,
A breath from a hole in heart drilled by presence’ absence,
An absence of presence fouling my senses.Freedom
And cum all reason in grasp I still whisper whys.
Unleashed rains of tears attempt lustre at joy,
Firm is the lasting bitterness from the bile of emptiness,
By the emptiness of the occupation of my princess
That left in her wake tattered cloy.
I found freedom in my seek.
Time has retired now, and life is debilitating.
Wish as I may I wouldn’t have her debating
As she did via her angry appetizing beak.
A gentler heart I shall wish to ever possess,
Else to the end of time hereat I shall be in distress.


Their eyes are glittering love
While their hearts drum the lover’s anthem.
When they get tired of spewing crassy sweetness
Their skins touch and rub each other tenderlyimagess5
In the popular lovers’ dance.
Battered by encouraged pleasure,
The sweet secret passion is climaxed
With his head resting on her breasts.
She’ll wriggle his ear with her finger,
Exorcising all pain and worries
Stashed under his flesh.

In small time though;
Flames to ashes the camp fire will die,
The moon and stars will be fading goodbye
And darkness will be giving space to light
Where these moments will be shrouded
In secrecy like the masks they put on
To hide their real faces from their lovers.

But night will liberate them
In the darkness again,
When they will empty the cages
Which hold their desires
And let their passion’s fires
Vie with that of their audience’ – the stars
As the kind moon tries to banish utter darkness.

A Friend

… You want to know who I am….
I am a friend of yours back
In those shrinking days in your Alma matter…..
A friend who looked black but was white
A friend who didn’t fear the ridiculous eyes of the world he never really loved
A friend who was of the mouldering leaves of neglected shrubs
A friend who suffered a pleasant comrade deceit but for trust
A friend who thirsts for happiness
A friend who loves the soft flow of musical notes more than men
A friend whose heart still pumps the acidic past
A friend who reminisces those days of back stabbing and soul piercing laughter
A friend you made happy-sad
A friend whose happiness faded away with time just as beauty rusts with age
A friend who came to see farther beyond your masked smiles
A friend who suffered the potent arrow of your provincial clandestine
A friend….
…… Yes that is me – Williams


My business was my own

And I took my strides alone.

On the dirty roads I walked and kicked stones

And my voice sang sweet and funny tones.

My intentions, innocent, hard and clear as diamond;

I sought no bond.

A small hand slipped into mine,

A small voice said my name; it was mine.

I thought it was love in disguise

But wasn’t sure what I saw in her eyes.

I felt I had found a haven to hide

And that understanding of me was wide.

The totem of our friendship dies

As I keep doing the moon walk dance

But I guess I did the best I could

And fed the friendship most of my heart’s sweet food.

Maybe I’m not the misunderstood but the one misunderstanding.

Hence, here and alone I’m standing.

Now I see it is not love in disguise,

It diminishes, I should know if I’m wise.

Love shapeshifts into antipathy

And I remember when our union’s progeny was healthy.

Maybe together we slit the progeny’s throat

But I remain marooned as you sail away in our boat.

I don’t know why I complain or worry

If our play has become tense and boring.

I had long seen in the book of revelation

The climax of my masturbation;

The engine of the train of friendship splutters and won’t work,

I must have finally shot myself in the leg.

How It Turned Out

I beheld a flame in her twinkling eyes,

And this gave the sunrise.

Her shyness beckoned me

So the battle began in me

And enkindling my most feared of fears

By strengthening my hidden cares,

And making me relish freedom from solitude as the devil;

The reason for my prayers from dawn to dawn.

Now shall I call kismet the devil?

For from flame climes of joy pain is born.

Ere, my ice told, my heart lies.

Now I feel cold as ice.

If only the sun could melt the glacier I see,

And so I ask myself, “what did I see?”.


As you my swain

And me your swain

We are two swains for one love.

Our heart beat one chorus,

Our minds think one thought

And our eyes see one love.

Skin to skin we’ll barnish every chill,

Hand in hand we’ll wade

Through the treacherous currents,

And beat to beat we’ll quietly enjoy

The pledge recital by the voices of our rejoicing hearts.

In the wild cadence of time

Through the surprising hypocrisy of this life

The torrent of our torrid love

Shall see us through.

For only as two can we

As one scare scare

And ease threats that will not be gone


The Unseen Third of a Love Triangle


The sun is a faithful glory not a shiny hotness.
So many times I wished I possessed a nibble of its boldness.
Behind the wars of love I shall not deserve a medal of bravery,
And to fuel the fires of my woes, the luck apportioned me wavered.
The fruits of my passion were getting rotten
But I couldn’t help but bare more.
If only I was a character in a movie or novel;
Damn this is life!
Thin lines are hard to see and easy to cross.
In the space of two seasons
She evolved from silhouette to face to person.
From whence did such awareness come?
If ever I was told by a fortune telling breed
Of my later love, never would I have agreed.


Where was the strength to resist this urge?
My hands wandered her skin,
My heart fleet at the speed of light
And her complimentary heart beat as hard.
Our lips gently touched and our eyes closed;
The moment I’d been waiting for had come –
The dream had come through.
We lay hands on each other,
Slowly and gently we tasted true love.
And the chill of the harmattan feared to touch us.
Till the end I savoured every bit of the moment eyes closed,
Raised my lids and I had bathed in my sweat.
I was in an inverse world, and like mirror my dream was fragile,
I only wish my eyes weren’t so agile.


I’ve wondered if at all God gave me some charm,
Or is it that my charm is beheld by the wrong people.
I displayed wit beyond my youth’s capacity,
Whether day or night
For her I was gentle as the moonlight.
I told half lies, half truths and full white lies
And God on high may have applauded my generous efforts.
She must have seen all of these, if not,
A sorcerer could have made me limpid as glass
And all she’ll glimpse will still be oblivion to her heart.
Some other gentleman occupied the hallowed confines of her heart
And as a precipitate of my jealousy I denied ever knowing love,
When in me she dwelled and drained my joy and sanity
And I prayed to mitigate such sweet penalty.


The queen of my heart knighted a prince charming;
It wasn’t me.
She countered his countless superior appellations to my ears,
These are things I’d have to live without.
My ears got sore
And her words were like daggers
That stabbed my soul
But my feigned happy-for-you smiles kept her fooled.
Sadly for her and happily for me,
He recklessly threw her heart for grabs.
What arrant folly,
Even for the keys to heaven I’d still have held on to her.
Stealthily, behind the masquerade of friendship’s might,
I decided to sneak up and possess his birth right.


With a face like a monalisa
By the dextrous hand of a great and vilified artist,
I’d wish nothing else feature in my dreams.
She boasted other-worldly brown hazel almond eyes,
Delicate nostrils holding on to a rare bridge
And thin fine rosé moist lips
That exposed ivory teeth and tacit dimples when they part.
A ration of her raven black her hung over her left eye;
It made me think of her as the she-pirate of my heart.
A graceful tall svelte frame with an artist’s outlines,
Suave as such, in her gait and sundry manners,
This is probably why my heart wasn’t
Dissuaded from yearning for her affection;
I speak of a creature of immense perfection.


But my wild appetite in this damsel
Should not teach that
I wasn’t in bondage with another.
Please do not melt your wax of scorn on my manner,
The blame goes to my independently reckless heart.
But I don’t and won’t blame my heart;
The dame with whom I was in bondage
Had many virtues like unearthly beauty
And paralyzing stares,
But she was too wise and too sane to be in love.
If I walked, I absconded with just a hug.
Sooner or later
I was going to fling this commitment into the flames of oblivion
And intimately accept this pending recent union.


I pushed joy away and succeeded in learning to fake smiles.
Life became more difficult than it had been.
I evolved into a believer
That did not believe
And still believed;
But it couldn’t be love I felt,
I’m invincible; I should be against just an idea,
An insipid, intangible idea,
I pretended that what happened to my innards
Had nothing to do with love,
That it was what they call a crush.
Sigh! Unfortunately for me I hoped the dusk will fade into day.
My superior logic pushed my love for her into oblivion.
And my heart and mind were in scythed union.


Lies are fickle and don’t last;
The one I told myself didn’t have much life either.
I’d murdered her but she’d just not die.
Her ghost haunted my peace and I loved it,
She made herself a drug that kept me sane,
And she conquered my dreams and roved there alone.
In the silence when nobody was around
I heard her whisper,
In moments with her I walked on the clouds like an ethereal creature
And the rest of the world was hushed.
Her voice and smile fed me satisfaction I can’t fathom.
When we bid farewells my face changed form
Of its own accord; a truth that striped my emotions bare.
This was enough to know I loved her.


“I don’t know what it is fate wants with me
But I know what I want with you.
For because of you
My sanity threatens to flee,
I feel blind but have never seen better.
There is a spectrum of feelings
That fill me to the brim
And comingle into one –
A beautiful breed of feeling; love,
I don’t know what you want with me
But you’ve ripped my heart from my chest
And my mind deserts me with my heart in your grasp.
I’ve whispered these words and more into a hole
But it is your love I need to nourish my soul.”


I told my emotions
To my face in the face of the mirror.
Time for me to chronicle my emotions to her had come
And I garnered my scattered pieces of courage.
Just when the breath of word was forming,
Happily, she told me she’d found a new love.
Daggers and arrows would have done me less harm,
And my soul was instantly in union with sorrow.
I wondered how love could be exquisitely painful and sweet.
Then I began to hope that betwixt myth and legend
My knowledge of this experience shall come to rove till
It is lost in the dust and webs of the corridors of antiquity.
That if ever she learned it is her I always wanted to be with,
She definitely will believe it a myth.