Ink from the pen soaks sheets of paper
Wet like rain from the window sills
Into the darkness, I’ll see you later
Emotions, like tides, are hardly still
One thing I ask, a solitary favor
My will is weak, my heart is ill 
Like printed words, I can’t erase her
Please don’t call again

Arms spread out in guilt-ridden freedom
Love he lacks, with infinite wisdom
Siren’s song for those who listen
Tears down her cheek, see as they glisten 
Their love bespoke, tailored for fixing
In life, in death, war without reason
The ultimate trust has turned into treason
Please don’t call again

Complex words are hard to fathom
Depressed together, parting is gladsome
The house we built; a crumbling mansion
A fool’s paradise for a king’s ransom
Like a lamb to the slaughter, he was led
The gravely thorns adorn his bed
The end is the beginning is the beginning is the end
Until she calls again.

-San Olutayo


Nubian Jewel

Words spoken from me to you,
Tears spilled on each others skin,
A place in my heart you have,
For eternity and more,
Sweet soft lips,
A taste to remember,
The savory pleasure I treasure,
Your warm embrace,
An endearing bed of roses,
I’m at peace with thou.

I stare into your eyes,
And see an angel; the beauty within,
You let off a wry smile,
It pierces my soul,
I trample on your simplicity,
Awed by what has befallen me,
Entrapped in a stronghold,
Words won’t elucidate the way I feel.

Changes like the weather,
The seasons we shared together,
Spilled ink on paper,
You’ve stained my heart forever,
My little sunshine, a Nubian jewel,
My heart I give to take,
The echoes blossom in our wake,
You’ll have me forever and more.

-Smyekh David-West

Gentlemen’s Club

It’s no place for a woman,
A robust gathering of men,
The gentlemen’s bar,
Strong wine and tonic potions,
Drunk to stupor,
Paraphernalia for her trade,
An avenue to a better life.

Mornings become nights,
Nights are her day time,
Days dwindle in significance,
It’s just another day at work,
Memories she wishes to forget,
Boos and Oohs
The glimmer in their eyes,
Dilated pupils,
As money is thrown everywhere.

She goes back home,
Back to normality,
But soon fades into a deep sleep,
Enjoying nothing but wear,
When she awakes,
It’s time to drink again,
That which she dreads becomes a deed.

Intoxicated and unconsciously aware,
She bares all to the world,
The little pride she owns,
Hangs from strings about,
Inscribing’s on her body,
She wants to cower in shame,
But it’s time to dance; money to be made,
She’s a lady lost in a gentleman’s club.

-Smyekh David-West


So I had a deep conversation,
Swallowed by a high tide,
Even the currents couldn’t handle,
As the waves crashed on the wet sand,
I hear severe melodies in the distance,
More like a call than anything,
Precise and full of message,
Codes to decode.

I stand toes buried in the sand,
My torso soaked to my skin,
As water dripped slowly from my clothes,
And traveled back into the ocean,
It was freezing,
But that awkward melody gave off a certain warmth,
I couldn’t comprehend; but who am I to challenge.

And in this cold night,
Moon in full bloom,
I see, aided by the cosmic rays,
A body move rather slowly and in rhythm with the melody,
The rays and her body formed a magnificent being,
I was taken aback,
This time the tide came in higher and stronger,
And just as a story formed in my head.

I feel current flowing through my veins,
First through my toes and into my body,
Only stopping at my finger tips,
As I examine this development,
I decipher words in the melody,
I don’t understand but it’s enchanting,
So much so, that I sway unconsciously in adoration,
As the waters part graciously.

Thence, a halo appears as bright as the moon,
Beneath it, jet black hair bobbing into coils,
Eyes with which you see the universe,
The rays from the halo form her strata,
She elevates and moves towards me,
Dull hazel eyes with so much life in them,
Her body and the moon share a complexion,
Her hips sways with indescribable rhythm,
We had a deep conversation.

-Smyekh David-West


The body vibrates with pain,
My throat is clogged up, 
The only thing that protrudes from it,
Is echoes of anguish,
As tears flood down your face almost without control,
And you get a taste of what you’re feeling,
It’s bittersweet,
Hopelessness clouds your whole being.

Days stretch out forever,
They never want to end,
It’s like slow torture,
Sometimes unbearable,
Tears don’t even possess that soothing effect,
“I just want to die”,
I blurt out,
Admist all the madness going on in my head.

In a twinkle of eternity,
I feel to end it myself,
Rid of this great depression,
And then thoughts of how it used to be flash through my mind,
When we loved like it was never enough,
I guess that’s why it hurts so much,
My veins pulse green,
Anger cooks and wells from within,
Enough to shatter whole civilizations,
Filled with so much hate,
There’s an outburst as I explode,

This time, I’m tearing the world apart,
Atleast the meagre portion of what’s in my reach,
Duelling with angels and demons alike,
As I search for an answer that makes sense,
But there’s nothing,
My soul battered from the fight,
I kneel, head in hands,
And weep like a newly born,
Not caring for an inch of the world.

A searing pain,
Travels my hearts length,
And I know for sure it’s in pieces,
You’ve returned it in a different state,
I gave it whole,
I run my fingers through my chest,
And I place a cold palm on where it used to lie,
There’s a hollowness in the beat,
Recovery seems inevitable,
For a time; I’ll be dead inside.

-Smyekh David-West