Umar Yogiza Jr writes & shoots

strangulating enchantment

this trembling gate is a home

veil of vaporized smiles

clouding the rummy paths

rigid across many ancient meditations

astringent convoy of rendezvous

the trembling gate

of free prisoners

open into the past

looking for a floating destination

this home is the fabric our smile cannot weave

each thread is a thorn

that foresees the face of evidence

reality bites here like mosquitoes

dreams filled with passion

dried up with each bite

home here is the dying fire

of mortified memories

of smart goats 

riding king lion

to the battle of fasting and prayers

home here is the clacking desires

declaimer of misery

of the skyward soulless hands

bounded but loose like

a discarded sacrifice

home here is the destruction within safety

hunger in the womb

clacking clacking looking

all i see are untreated farms of sorrows

harvests of poverty

markets of mischief and greed, trading

controlled by the destruction 

of the aggravators

souls subjugated to malversation

of lost glories

frightened by cunning warriors

mistaking tears for wine

what a strangulating enchantment

clacking souls