‘Twas in the grave-yard’s gruesome gloom

That May and I were mated;

We sneaked inside and on a tomb

Our love was consummated.

It’s quite all right, no doubt we’ll wed,

Our sin will go unchidden . . .

Ah! sweeter than the nuptial bed

Are ecstasies forbidden.

And as I held my sweetheart close,

And she was softly sighing,

I could not help but think of those

In peace below us lying.

Poor folks! No disrespect we meant,

And beg you’ll be forgiving;

We hopes the dead will not resent

The rapture of the living.

And when in death I, too, shall lie,

And lost to those who love me,

I wish two sweethearts roving by

Will plight their troth above me.

Oh do not think that I will grieve

To hear the vows they’re voicing,

And if their love new life conceive,

‘Tis I will be rejoicing.


All is silent, all is still
No one around to see the thrill;
Small, small light
A shadow moves
The petals move, start to sing
Wind picks up, nature’s music starts
Starting at point base, feeling in the heart
Born to feel, always live the same
Never let the soul ever be tame;
Starting to move, step by step
Slowly at first, but fast at last;
Keeping in tune to the sound of the heart
Finishes, beautiful spin; tidy dancer starts off again;
A silent applause, for no one to hear
A feeling of gratitude from those who are near;
Still no one around, absolutely no sound
But a smile suddenly creeps while around everything sleeps.
The heart always goes what the eye always shows
Never give up that feeling you hold….


While you weren’t here


I cried every night
A million tears fell
Still my heart wasn’t right
While you weren’t here
I did what I could
Hoping against hope
My decisions were good
While you weren’t here
I gained some in age
Things just went on
And life turned a page
While you weren’t here
I just tried to go on
Knowing what didn’t kill me
Would only make me strong
While you weren’t here
A whole lot got changed
My life became different
My world rearranged
While you weren’t here
I had to learn to be alone
To stand on my two feet
To make my own home
So that’s where I am now
At this stage of my life
Still scared and alone
Still coping with strife
And oh how I wish that
Things could be different
That I could go back
To a time in the past
To a time before
You weren’t here


Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

When things got too good, he couldn’t

handle it. He didn’t think he deserved her

and what she brought out of him. Solace.

Tranquility. State of peace. He wanted her,

but the past catches up faster than bullets.

That’s just the way it is, a rule that lacked

exception. So all of this laughter shared

among the fire on this cold starry night

was for nothing. He owed herhis soul

so he wanted to bare it all, ‘I’ve been

hiding something from you.’ She

moved in closer and smiled,

‘I already know.’

Photography by Marta Bevacqua

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I’m writing this to you
Telling you we’re through
I can’t take you anymore
Don’t know what I liked you for
All you did was wear me out
Now I know what you’re all about

You came to me with promise and joy
Now look at all the things you destroy
Families, lives, bank accounts you see
You ruined it all with one little tease
Look at the way you make me feel
Then you take it all and want me to steal

Why can’t you just go and hide
Somewhere far away where I’ll never find
Everyone at home doesn’t understand
How you rip me apart, then lend me a hand
I keep coming back thinking inside
Maybe this time I’ll make you my bride

Then I sit and wonder why
Why do you really want me to die
Thousands and thousands come to you
Hoping and praying you’ll help them through
Then they fall for your lending hand
Only to realize you’re nothing but a scam

You promised me heaven and sent me to hell
You ruined my life and then wished me well
Watch me now as I go on my way
I’m washing myself of all of your pain
So you and your power can just leave me be
I’m taking my life and setting it free .
© Zeb Edington

Just My Mask

Of course I’m fine, why do you ask?
Oh don’t mind this, it’s just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife,
I wear this mask, to escape the knife.

Don’t forget this, my pain is real,
I’m not lying, this is how I feel.
You sit there saying, it can’t be true,
it is for me, just not for you.

You say my heart, must be a sight,
cold as ice, and black as night.
It’s not my heart, only my soul,
but killing me, must be your goal.

You’re getting close, I hope you know,
you really don’t, have far to go.
Soon enough, I’ll reach my end,
you’ll have my soul, to tear and rend.

But you don’t know, you never ask,
you never look, beyond the mask.
The look on my face, is giving me away, I wonder now, what you will say?

You’ve asked me here, you’ll know now,
I’ll take it off, I’ll take a bow…
I can’t do it now, tell you the truth,
I must keep up, my pretense of youth.

“Of course I’m fine, why do you ask?
Oh don’t mind this, it’s just my mask”

© Adebesin Abubakar

Don’t Wait Until I Am Gone

Treat me with love, dignity, respect and compassion now as I am healthy, vibrant and alive.
Don’t wait to hear that I am sick and dying to love me the way I was meant to be loved.
Bring me flowers and candy on any day just because…
Don’t wait for a holiday, love and cherish me every day.
Tell me I am beautiful…
See my beauty in my body and soul.
Don’t wait to see that I am disfigured and then tell me that I am beautiful…
Because you think that is what I want to hear.
Talk to me lovingly now so I can hear your beautiful voice and listen to the ringing of your laughter.
Don’t try to talk to me that way now that I am deaf and can no longer hear your sweet voice.
Speak words of love and compassion so I can remember those conversations…
Even though I may not be able to hear them again…
Come one day and you will be sad, you will be sorry!
Treat me like a human being with a life that needs to be lived my way…not yours!
Remember that our Creator gave you your own life to live the way you please…
Leave me to live mine!!
I do not tell you what you should or should not do…I just listen and give you support.
Why can’t you do the same?
I am this way and you are that way…
That’s because we are different…we are unique…can’t we compromise?
Bury the hatchet and move along…
Free your body, free your soul…
Let’s just take the precious time we have now to live and to love…
Everything else will slowly fall into place.
Now I am sick and dying…
You are now trying to love me, to bring me flowers, to stroke my hair and to speak loving words…
Why did we waste all those years, all that time…just to be where we are now…
Now when I am too weak, too sick to enjoy your gifts!
Love me now…
As your sister, your brother, your husband, your wife, your niece, your nephew, your daughter, your son…
Don’t wait until it is too late!
Don’t wait until I am gone…
© Jennifer Fernandes



I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled,
To hide my feelings behind a lie.

Before long, I had many friends;
With my mask, I was one of them.
But deep inside I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part of me.
Nobody could hear my cries at night,
For I designed my mask to hide the lies.

Nobody could see the pain I was feeling,
For I designed my mask to be laughing.

Behind all the smiles were the tears
And behind all the comfort were the fears.
Everything you think you see
Wasn’t everything there was to me.

Day by day
I was slowly dying.
I couldn’t go on,
There was something missing..

Until now I’m still searching
For the thing that’ll stop my crying,
For someone who’ll erase my fears,
For the person who’ll wipe my tears.

But till then, I’ll keep on smiling.
Hiding behind this mask I’m wearing.
Hoping one day I can smile,
Till then, I’ll be here…waiting.

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Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
I’d put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.
I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I’ve done.
I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.
If I’m feeling sad and low,
if I’m struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.
There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits everytime.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.
For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I’ve gathered up a heap!
I’ve dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.
I’m building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.
I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I’ll never ever forget you

Mama africa

My driver to the earth
No crush,No regret
Tales of a black mother
Mother that mother the
mother’s tongue of mothrer’s land.

When you waft my infant?
The love you show me is
that of God to Adam
Your beam enrich my soul
Your tender kiss sparkles my dream.

Your generous hug goes through my vein and
overcome my flaws
Indeed you are a blessing,
A blessing to the Universe
and a blessing to Africa.

All hail the mama of Africa
You back me through the dreadful    sea to
enshrine me in the land of

The world u give,keep me going on
Overcoming every obstacles of life
Indeed you are my skirt,My Lover,
most precious being and my Gold.
For you not being a termagent
What shall i say to thank you?
What shall i pendown to
Show gratitude?

Let thousands of blessing descend
on your tender soul till eternity.
The fruit you laboured,
You shall reap
ⓒ Adebesin Abubakar


The map of Africa lying on the table is a gun
On it I see many tiny stripes that seem to be
Then, towards the west of this gun is the trigger
of the gun
Which to get to, you must past through so many
There live a people tormented always by bullets
from a gun
All they do is hide in the bush and run on every
But they have refused to embrace to live by the
Maybe there will always be people on this road
But they will always run into the bush every
moment for the fear of the gun
If ever one should sleep walk while on this road
In his dreams he will still see what for sure, is a
And he will wake frightened and people will say
‘He slept on this Road’
If ever this place is free from people who live by
the gun
Then my hope is; people will dance and rejoice
as the walk on this road
And the young child can sleepwalk again without
fear of the gun
Even Bushes will miss those who come to hide in
it because they will walk on road
These people may never accept a uniformed
man with a gun
But then you should know they had lived their
lives on the road
For fear of the gun


I wake up in the morning
And I look up to the sky
I wonder why he took you
before I said good-bye

I look up to the stars at night
And know you’re looking down
I’d like to think you’re proud of me
But I’m just stumbling round

I crawl in bed and close my eyes
And realize that you’re gone
Then comes the fears and then the tears
And life just seems so wrong

I glance up at the heavens
And I know you’re flying by
My Angels watching over me
I’m happy as I cry


Hey everybody,
I hope this doesn’t reach you too late.
I don’t want you to worry,
Because life up here is great.

I can’t wait for you to see the beauty of heaven,
But I know it’s not your time.
I really miss you guys,
But I know you’ll be just fine.

You know I can see you right,
So please stop shedding tears.
You guys, I’m perfectly fine,
So conquer all your fears.

I’ll be watching your every move.
Relax! I won’t spill your beans.
But stop all those naughty things you do,
Because you know there’s nothing He can’t see.

I need you to come here to meet me,
But not if you misbehave,
So please keep God in your heart,
And you’ll be safe and saved.

Hey guys I know you miss me.
It’s really hard not to.
But please, please stop grieving,
Because you’re making me sad too.

You guys have been a great family,
And I am truly blessed.
You’ve raised me through my earthly life,
Now God will do the rest.

He’s really a great person,
And an even better friend,
So I’m in great hands,
And on Him you can also depend.

Oh boy, I’m getting carried away.
I want to say so many things,
But I really have to go now,
Because today I’m getting my wings.

Bye you guys, love you forever and a day!


Death, grief, and anguish all go hand in hand. But death brings with it many questions as well. Why do we die? Is this life all we get? What is the purpose? Why do good people sometimes die young? What happens after death? Do dead people watch over their loved ones from heaven? Sometimes not having those answers can deprive us of much needed comfort and solace. One way to find comfort after the death of a loved one is to remember fondly all of the good times you spent with them. Expressing your feelings to a good friend or family member can help too.

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I know you’re there
but my world is so bare.
Nothing is standing in your way,
I’m hoping you can make it one more day.
Our relationship has grown so strong,
where could we have went so wrong.
You were there when I needed you,
Now I’m here for you to need me too.
My love for you will stay the same,
never will I forget your name.
By my side, you will always stay,
I’ll think of you day by day.

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Time Warp or Supernatural?

Thoughts of Doubting Thomas

Some of us believe in ghost. All accounts of ghost activities include seeing orbs of lights and feeling chills. What if it’s not ghosts of the deceased but shadows of the past. Most scientists believe time travel is possible by moving faster than the speed of light. This could maybe explain the orbs of light; most of which seem to pass through walls. Now picture this, time can be warped in certain areas of our plane and the ghosts we are seeing is just spacetime that is frozen and has not caught up with present time. Neither timeline is aware of the this warp, but accounts of cold spots could mean the spacetime warp. This draws in energy most of which is heat so it appears cold as heat is being wicked away from the person’s body. Or all of this is our mind playing tricks on us.

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The Tangent Monologue 

Thoughts of Doubting Thomas

The smell, which was long forgotten, brought back all those memories of us, of her. This smell was not her’s but from a stranger, but it reminded me of her. With a rush of mixed emotions; hate, love, sadnesses and happiness, I felt my knees buckle which I somewhat anticipated. I remained standing even though those feelings made me want to collapse. And just as fast as the smell came and left so did my realization. I had once loved her and now she was gone; same as my sense from the stranger’s passing. The time spent with her wasn’t everlasting even though I wish it had. But it taught me something; there is an end to a beginning. I know that sounds pessimistic but it can also be turned optimistic.

The time between the beginning and the end is our choosing unless acted upon by some outside force it…

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