P-Seven Creates

[ Sigh ] There are so many thoughts  running a marathon in my head.  Thoughts that are turning my head into desert.  [ Hmm ] Where is this voice coming from?  The voice that enters into my heart.  The voice resembles mine, but... wait...  My mouth is closed and the voice is still echoing. This must be the beast inside of me  whispering again to my ears through my heart. Oh my dear beast, will you take the responsibility?  Or will you blame me again and take your leave  after I follow your command? — P-Seven. 

I saw Shaytan,  wearing a glamorous mini,  showing her teeth,  covering only the teat with a rope  that wasn't strong enough  to climb her palm tree with.  She flashed  with her headlights. I saw the illuminating stars  in her baby blue  beneath her protracted brow. She signaled  with her forefinger,  with her half-opened door, curtainless door.  My eyes captured the picture  I wanted to view from all angles.  Then, I entered, and couldn't say ta'awuzu   behind the closed door.  © P-Seven, 2019.

Today, just like the other days,  she appeared in front of us  with her charming face. Everyone wished to touch  her color brown skin  as they walked down to her path.  She didn't run away,  she stuck around  yet, the distance denied us  from touching her.  She finally moved above our heads.  We couldn't look up to see her.  She wasn't friendly again with our eyeballs.  Then, we began to love her again  as we did in the morning,  for she showed us another side  of her priceless beauty.  But, in a blink of an eye,  she faded away without bidding us farewell.  © P-Seven, 2019.

The land is vast  with wide boulevards, big blue rivers,  high mountains,  boundless deserts,  countless houses,  men of different colours,  men of same blood,  yet,  there's no place to live,  as if this sky  is not meant for me  to live beneath it  and share the same water  we paid nothing to get,  watch the bright moon  as it lights the world  that my father once lived in, that my mother just left  to meet our ancestors,  as I wait alone for my last breath  in the vast land  that has no room  for orphans.  © P-Seven, 2019.

Why do I have to bring forth my sweat  before you come to me?  Why do you have to come  when you're not staying for a long time?  None of these folks are ready  to take my two cents worth when they don't see you with me.  Don't you have eyes?  Or your eyes lack field of vision?  I have inside my head  what takes you to be my friend, but you chose to be with a lamebrain  who doesn't know your friendship value.  Aren't you tired of how he sends you errands?  The errands he sends you with no return inside.  Don't you feel tortured  with how he sets you ablaze in the beer parlour?  Don't you feel bad when he deposits you to Prostitute Microfinance Bank? Are you so stupid to not have respect for age  that you place a kid on a man's throne?  You give guts to the kid and make his  mother bows for him  when the case should be vice versa. Lo...