Written by Chaka PX

My Street and I

                 We bonded in knowledge of good and evil,

Dressing in formality of our speeches.

       I crave a happy ending with default foundations,

All there is my joy in sorrow of hard work.

            We reap where it was never sown,

I create nuisance even when necessary

   We own the street and drives its judgement.

No contention with my ability,

i look right and left and do the worst.

         I am born with readiness to all there is to take life,

The Tout Delight justice to the unjust,

Vineyard with no grapes.

I work hard and live on little,

        so help us the street.






Written By Chaka PX

Child of Fire, Destitute choice

at the corner, for crumps to fall,

Who to judge, my arm at length.

Mercy i pray thee

Day by day my heart is circumcised

with vulnerability, who to help?

Please sir, please Ma, help the needy

I wish it will fall

                  Who owns it really…….

Pity all the time,

Alms don’t drop on fallen fingers

you give, i give,

                no contamination.

the beggars alms with superstition

    How many would i get?

The gold coin are expensive

 to taste.

Help the needy, help the poor.





Written by Chaka PX

Enclosed with forgone memory,

trampled with shame and past glory.

It was the talk of history once, merry to its lovers,

Now the dirt has grown a town of disgrace for view.

Miles and miles away, its glory was told,

the speed, its accuracy was designed with glamour,

Pitch dirt, pitch dirt, she was called before she looks.

Oh past glory to PITCH DIRT.





Written by Chaka PX

I feel left out to life,

recent knowledge gave no warning to outdated culture.

Wisdom is replaced with certain gadget,

Do you believe?

I feel left out, when i have no social network.

I feel left out, when i tried to write letter with a pen.

I feel left out, when i dress the old fashion way,

i feel left out, when i tried to belong.

I feel left out, when am left out.

Who can feel me in, i feel left out.





Written by Chaka PX

Deep in our Break up:

I caught myself staring at us, our paintings we left hanging,

I wonder what times went ahead of us,

I caught myself cuddling my pillow thinking it was you.

I wished i could see past the flaws we threw at each other.

I caught myself rehearsing the lines we drew in solitude to love,

I tasted the food without tears, when i make you cry,

I saw the world a step closer to the planet unknown.

Our stars have deformed,

the moon no longer give light in the night.

I caught myself thinking of the next you.





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Written by Chaka Px

My mind descends of wild imaginations,

Who can tell?

Enraged, Deranged, Challenged and Unchained,

Drifting mind coyotes darting tongue.

Confused that directions are not needed.

In emotional pain because mind are hurting.

Where do i go?

Its difficult to sit without tapping the feet,

difficult for the heart to keep still

not in sickness but good health.

Myself is unorganized.

I need thee. so stay still

Focus there we arrive.