Henry Akuete: My Poems and some

I'm a little man on a little road Against the four elements i battle Earth, wind, water and fire fighting I bleed my own soul from within When i fall from the hatred of gravity Face has seen the farthest reaches And blown about by the four winds In reverse do i see time spinning When the crow went before the hour Truly I'm but an old beast of burden As my sins weigh heavily on me I carry myself like accursed Cronus Through the dunes of the hourglass My eyes spill silver rivers of tears When i cry to curse the lofty gods against supreme and higher forces Alone to lick wounds and count losses Pray me to ride the wings of pegasus Away from these shadow demons Spit from the deepest pits hades To haunt my mind and drive me mad Lookin Into the grey and dim future I see me in me on the highest peak Surrounded my a thousand crows My foes slain around with Excalibur Lo still do i see my father's fathers All those who fell before my birth Then i know the fa

The thing that dares to be when the world is same to me insane it is when i choose to kneel praying to a god i cannot see my faith is weak my hope is deep deepened by pain my eyes they bleed religion. an ideal i share a refuge for me when life is pain a place i hide when i cant explain religion. my mark my name my curse my bane my gift my jazz my drug my game religion the thing it is that takes me there when i believe that all is well when i am healed and freed from hell life is new and sin is fell religion you bring me God and call me blood creed on creed the sword is law god on god the earth is gore stone a dame she is a whore religion oh damned be thou i wish begone so we could sing a happier song no more deceived when veil is none the bird would sing when shines the sun religion your name is lost, your pride is poor your way unfound when chaos is law God betrayed by what you cause vile, violated, soiled on the floor religion, why religion?

begone, begone oh demon of chaos like smoke in the wind, away your writers block conjure for me my cherished muse to sit on my shoulder and bleed my hand