Pulse Poems

HOW does the eyes tell the truth? Without lips and a tongue caged in a dentition; without any connection to the lungs and larynx; just pigments of white and black or brown or blue. Somehow it takes just pupils and retina to display the madness locked up deep down the human heart. All she need do is keep a steady gaze into my eyes and my soul becomes bare before hers, and the unspoken becomes obvious. That’s the outcome of a look from the one who loves you…; well, now for me, the same one who hurt me. So today I'm wearing shades, and no careful x-ray-type gaze can penetrate the barricade of this facade. Imagine my reflection in her eyes when she beholds these two brown balls on my face. God! I don’t want to know but the mirror already says it all. They look worn out from being squeezed until every drop of silly salty tear was gone. Yet, still heavy with grief, my eyelids, tired of squeezing, just slid lazily into a deep slumber. Still, in the realm of imagination and the la...

*to Christopher Sonia Ogenekome for make beauty as effortless as breathing.* HELP me say hello to the lady in yellow. I swear with everything hallowed, only an angel can glow with such halo. The heads in the room stand at attention as you walk in, each saluting as they behold the brilliance of the sun as the fairness of you face blends with the fabric on your skin. The fragrance of roses in bloom saturates the atmosphere as though spring has sprung up in the heat of fall. Goosebumps all over as I stand awe-struck by the lightening of your elegance. Your heels hitting the floor echoes a rhythm that makes the choir in me want to sing for joy. Funny, this divine vision, a gleams of heaven, all coming to me in church; just can’t help but testify. I wish to say hello to the lady in yellow. I swear with everything hallowed, only an angel can glow with such halo. I still want to steal another look. The crimes these stares perpetrate can’t be brought to book, because they're...