Musa loved Obi
Musa loved Obi
His chest was his ruby.
They were a pair of eyes that blinked together
They sang songs of forever.
*
Musa was the hibiscus in Obi’s childhood dreams
He was the pink rose that ripples with beams.
They lived in a secret sacred musical garden.
The joy they knew may not be found in Eden.
*
Then time built years
And years beckoned on society’s demand of tears.
Musa married Mary.
While his bond with Obi was not yet weary.
*
Henceforth he breathed with one nostril
A life of no thrill.
Mary was the wife of demand
She was the obedience to a standing command.
*
She was society’s only way to Paradise
A man’s name must never be thrown like a dice.
So a man needs sons
Sons that must have sons.
The circle must never break;
Despite the many sons it may break.
*
Mary’s bosom was a pot of soured soup
The stinks repelled Musa and he was unable to supp.
But thanks to Viagra that he swallowed in high doses
It made him sport on her as his numbed eyes closes.
Musa had sons without love;
Grave stones, name keepers that do not move.
*
Musa was a secret in his Household
Obi still held his heart like a stronghold.
Musa had him in his nightly prayers
His loneliness grew in rapid layers.
*
His heart wailed but he silenced it with a hush
His face was a burnt bush.
His mask became his life
He was broken and Mary was a sad wife.
Written by Felix Kalu
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12 Comments
trystham
August 28, 07:11…this, is the word of the Lord…
Lotanna
August 28, 09:32I’m telling you.
Malik
August 28, 14:32Thanks be to God!
Mandy
August 28, 09:04Gawd! This is such a poignant depiction of how everyone’s a victim in a triangle involving Gay men and the Unsuspecting women married to cover up for the benefit of society.
Lotanna
August 28, 09:35My God.These words speak life.
I was touched,I read with a sorrowful heart.
Good job Felix.
Delle
August 28, 09:47I ejaculated!
This was just orgasmic. The rhythm, the rhyme, the effortlessness. Everything was in sync.
I hardly understand poetry (that genre of literature has refused to be grasped by my brains), but this was so true. So good.
Married Gay Men
and their lives
would always end up
With tales of
Sad wives
???
Malik
August 28, 14:39Sad wives. Sad men. Sad lovers… Sad everybody.
Pink Panther
August 28, 14:57It’s a really fucked up Situation, one that can be avoided if the society would let people be true to themselves
No_One
September 11, 16:23O Delle,
Ever the dramatic,
And you’re wrong to say all will end with tales of sad wives.
Felix Kalu
September 22, 12:11Thank you so much, I feel encouraged.
Malik
August 28, 14:38So a man needs sons
Sons that must have sons.
The circle must never break;
Despite the many sons it may break.
?????
AlphaJay
October 20, 13:03This. Is. Just. Lit!
I see grace
rasp in pace
in those lines lace. 🙂
Felix inked a lit piece. lol. nice one bro