ALBINISM MY MYSTERY

STOP KILLING ALBINOS OOH MEN!

I was born albino, the skin colour
I was grown well regardless my colour
I was born with siblings, sister and brother
All were albinos as I was but it was fair
Harmony existed by time with a laughter.

It was during the midnight
Sky was cool and silent
All in the house groaning
Except me had nightmares
Nightmares but real ones!
I heard the heaviest falling
The door was broken! restless!

They took my brother through the window
They wrapped him with sacks and threw
A man inside was worn in mask,boot shoe
Outside a man worn in black held him
With a fierce machete he cut both his legs
And they ran in darkness with white legs

He was left in a dying scream and cries
We were all in oceanic tears and cries
Unbelievable news, he was absolutely
In the final difficult breaths and he died!

They say they say
Witch doctors told
For richness, albino's organs
Make people millionaires
And they struggle to obtain
For richness and millionaires
They kill albinos like slaughtering goats!

Hold my hand oh men
Loneliness and cruelties
Make my life full of worries
I live in dreams like yours
To be a pilot I admire most
To be a lawyer is my admiration
To be a doctor is the peace in my heart
To be a politician is my dream to realize
To become a gynecologist is my ambition
Blowing my horn of humanity and equality

I can do the way you do most
I can school and pass remarkably
I can trade and coordinate accounts
I can treat your dying child, restore living
I can be a leader, for good governance
I can be the president to lead the nation.

Hold my hand and I will be
Don't kill me, I deserve living
Legal wealth struggle for it
I am not money,  they are liars
Bad beliefs to let me perish.

Hold my hand,  oh men!
Hold my hand, oh world !

STOP CRYING CHILD, I AM HERE

STOP CRYING CHILD, I AM HERE

Weep not, child
Cry not, my child
For your kind mummy
Is milking you handsomely.

Forget of stubborn fries
Forget of the bitter cries
Take a soft pillow and rest
Find rest in my bosom and close eyes.

Don't recall the stubborn neighbours
Call it a cool moment of sovereignties
Fall under your black race of blackness
Smile and suffocate all about blackness.

Think nothing of your grandpa
He was whipped for your better
He is smiling in tomb for your smile
This hut of ours was his dream he realized

CLEANSE MY HEART O LORD

CLEANSE MY HEART O LORD

For I have left your true paths
Call me and I will hear and respond
Hoist my soul and hang it to paradise
Clean me by hyssop and I will be purified.

I am struggling out of darkness
I am sparkling doubting of harness
I am crucified on a reddish fierce cross
I am walking into thorny terrible pathways.

My heart pumps stinking  sins in veins
My light is engulfed by darkness of perish
My fight to innocence end marathon vain
My sight is lust, my pleasure is the worlds.

Nobility to ignorance of faith
Faith of the mortal and immortal way
Weigh to heaviest than ancient era iron
Anointing pulls my soul to lightness weigh

Smear me with scriptures
Wear me with prophetic garments
Hear my cry and answer my prayers
Spear my heart for I am down to ashes.

#PoetRegnardBishoza#

I WAS NOT GUILTY

POEM : I WAS NOT GUILTY

That I was guilty, the paper said
That I was guilty, a monster sailed
With sculfs, robes, and chains, I was surrounded
Chained with my sons, all in night dressed.

On my land, I was enslaved
I grew cash and food, but not consumed
Whips over my body, was salary I deserved
My cry was his smile, a baboon, I was named.

I was ignorant, of micro and macro light
Under bondage thought, was my best wealth
My best wealth, resided to my blood of wealth
Pharaoh of ancient, got his successor.

My blood, my cry, my torments
Raise a platform, for future pursuit of happiness
Although I am in a tomb, betterment gonna surpass
I will forget lost hope, victory gonna be my eternity song.

THE POWER OF FORGIVENESS

THE POWER  OF FORGIVENESS

Exceeds the value of gold
Binds together the broken chains
Restores peace in broken hearts
Blossoms like the olive green leaves
The unique value of forgiveness.

The value of forgiveness
Weeps off splashing tears
Keeps calm in fierce angers
Like bond, separation meets
Meets at the junction reaches.

And shall love thy enemy
And shalt love thou happy
Like butterfly will fly with
Bundles of love in world
Paradise will live alongside.

And you won't kill but keep life
You will be the paramount chief
Millions of stars descending on you
Like the oceanic sands will multiply thou
Like Abraham will receive glistering life.

#PoetRegnardBishoza#

I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE

OMG!!! I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE!

With you wonderful creature
Eating you dwarf and fresher
Missing jewel colourful leisure
Swaying carrying mind pressure.

Your beauty outweighs everything
Your sweet voice percolate sweety
Pure romance gift and love decree
Tantalizes my mind to poor mad!

Nothing I read careful than you
Nothing I gain dreadful than you
Nothing carries me paradise, you
Wondering to miracles from you!

In imaginary world you take me
Walking slowly confused and er
Reading you in upside down side
Intellectuals bow and speculate!

Your sweetness grows than honey
Your touching flows sparks laying
Engulfing and gnashing my mind
Hanging personality to madness!
OOH POETRY!! HOW MUCH I LOVE

AND I WILL BE AFRICAN

AND I WILL BE AFRICAN

By seductive, by deductive
I will be African
I will sing African
In a lonely world
World of a wicked.

And I will be African
Gossip will enrich
Reluctance of race
Will sing the lullabies
Letting Africa sleep in me.

And I will be African
When sidelined or praised
When mocked or disguised
Heart will pump Africanism to death
Death of the hero, hero in bravery land.

And I will be African
Land breeze testifies
Sea breeze testifies
Tales of Africa tell
Height of blacks.

And I will sing Africa
Footsteps count Africa
Thighs sway for Africa
Black sweat paints Africa
Smiles attract colours to Africa.

And I will sing Africa
For Africa makes hungry flocks
Gather and find sweetest crops
Whether in a summer or springs
Africa is rich and in love they fell.

WHEN IT COMES TO AFRICA

WHEN IT COMES TO AFRICA

Mind navigate to unusual beauty
Mind is hanged to abnormality
Counting the abundance riches
Like the Emperor's sacredness.

I lonely found in monology
I obstinately found in apology
For I knew Africa beyond the sky
Warmly lost in nightmare of jingling.

I sat on a sacred traditional chair
Carrying the cow horn hording in air
Letting cattle amazingly node in fair
To the reggae like rhythm soothed pair.

The image of beautiful kids and mamas
Invaded my mind and ended in admires
Yams, potatoes, ugali, hanged my desires
Raffia gowns, neckless odour uniqueness.

I found millionaires in Africa
Owning tales of essence in Africa
Could find no eternal rest but Africa
Could learn classic smile in lonely Africa
Taught negritude song last ever in Africa.

THE MASSIVE FLICKERING BARREL

THE MASSIVE FLICKERING BARREL

Vigorously replaced the landscapes
Vigorously shook sky with explosions
Innocents were found in a darkness
Smiles faded, cries decorated surface.

The massive flickering barrel
Shed blood flowing like floods
Fed the land with died bodies
Manifesto to self fate genocides.

The massive flickering barrel
Purged souls to wage guerilla
Barrel slaughtered and ignited
Pieces of bodies at the arena
Spoke in disguise and lamented.

Tranquility was told in commemoration
Sublimity seeking in vain conveyance
Destruction was the treasure to hide
Reputation was found in multi killings.

Offsprings were born on deserted land
Hawking here on withered worse land
Living in tattered and filthy like shanty
Like puppies twitching in unpropitious.

I WISH I WOULD BE

I WISH I WOULD BE

Ignorant of the disciplines
Omnipotence of my ministries
Omnipresence to my nude wishes
Rectifying the fixed ways of living.

I wish I would be
Madman regretting the fair ways
Find comfort in jungle and lonely
Wear in rags, smile to nonsense.

I wish I would be
Blind of entire unfair treatments
Inhumane actions by the parrots
Perceive nothing but fair darkness.

I wish I would be
Deaf from the stubborn noises
Death to central nervous systems
Faint forever vain aggressor pains.

I wish I would be
Poor of wealth, rich of wisdoms
Sour taste to humility, love lives
Pour sweet for others, I will then.

DEATH OF THE POET

DEATH OF THE POET

Death of the poet
Whether early or late
In battle or in bed
Accidental or self inflicted
Carries his ultimately fatal price.

Death of a poet
Is the freedom of swindles
And the fate to downtrodden
For poet is a sacrificial victimized
Blood is his smiling death warrant!

The poet's preference
Wears in warm slippers
And dwells in pickled onions
Racing to the cricket and scores
Personal disaster to marvelous write!

PASSION OF THE WRETCHED HEART

PASSION OF THE WRETCHED HEART

Finds grace in disgrace
Finds hoping in hopeless
Finds strength in weakness
Smiles in lonely mockeries
Finds light in total darkness.

Passion of the wretched heart
Tortures the lonely stubborn thought
Conquers the honest stabbing spears
Like lightning strikes the high creatures
Grinding solids to softness and stillness. 

Passion of the wretched heart
Stays majestically in mysterious
Like an owl singing the evil songs
At the midst of cool and silence night
Creating fears and tears to the ignorant.

Passion of the wretched heart
Soothes the negligible thought
Finds destiny in a vain disarray
Like the dawn illuminating sky
From total darkness and sparks.

Passion of the wretched heart
Covers blood with Holy waters
Outbursts ignitions with screams
Taking pains with smiles of heart
Feelings companion in loneliness.

PSALMS 139 : MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED

PSALMS 139

MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED

Countable before Hunchback ipso facto,
Terrible before lighten hearts ipso facto,
Sine die thy days life in darkened episode,
Flaws dwell hard proforma like Hard rock.

Death lays his icy hands on Majesty kings,
Worthy life living in faith built in the rocks,
Walking with death grabbed by the heroes,
Sighting above tomorrow and see lights!

Countable days, moons, year and years
Descend from high thy soul frankly knows
Thy soul standing on Babel tower and rests
Aquarium I rest with comfort of bright life!

Earthquake vigorously shake the mankind
Minty light soul surrender and surrenders
Trembling for mouse shuffles and sways
Honors rooting in dishonours of thee fate

My days are numbered
My failures are honoured
My days are of the paramount
My eyes are like of the rifle telescopic
Stood in hard faith than the Holy Temples.

HOME OF HUMILIATION

HOME OF HUMILIATION

Made people appear in rags
Soiled and worn in canvas
They were the freed slaves
Carrying luggage like horses
Cries were their daily songs
Sworn to nonsense into foolish ears!

One was nakedly whipped
Once trying to raise voices
Ignorant vegetations mourned
To the daily cries of slaves
Humanity was worn in cruelty
Pleasing the heartless masters!

He was the smiling but cruel master
She man in his appearance and walker
She once trapped with wild grass
She cried for the help from slaves
They came and mercilessly stabbed
His humiliating and worth dying body!

I NEED A WOMAN

I NEED A WOMAN

To scrub my back gently with fragrant oil
To let my skin witness the professional
Role of the honest massage technician
Let her skin be smoother than the cotton wool
To let my skin hair stand with an amazing look
Let her smile blossom than the morning sunrise.

I need a woman
Whose ears digest the deep voice of my desires
Like a good Samaritan should hold my inner fires
Let her heartbeats count the endless love to me
Let her attack my mind and hang them to the paradise
Grinding my heart to extremely softness and colonised.

I need a woman
Whose footsteps and footprints leave back the seal of my image
Her blood vessels should carry my love splash
Her pillow should be my heart
Her elbow should be my light
To let my eyes see nothing but
her overwhelming peculiarity
Let my eyes sight the only woman of my only homestead.

WHEN PEACE DESERTS

WHEN PEACE DESERTS

The land is filled with tears, blood and destructions
The nation is built with explosions and genocides
Children are recruited to take arms and wear bullets
Women are killed, infants suck milk from the dead  bodies
Tombs lavish and bodies are buried on the earth surface
Churches become soul refuge and life end in Holy places.

When peace deserts
Officials flee with crafts and smile down to the dying innocents
Rapes surpass to sooth the evil men with tattered brains
Machetes struck necks and struck bodies to pieces
Bodies are buried in passports while in one's breath
Land is deserted with its nature, seeking refuge in alien.

When peace deserts
Fear is adorned, peace is in a narrowest path of reach
Men become vultures collecting bodies and consuming
Men become rich, men sell fiery arms to kill the natives
Under the awful agreement, praising wars to last forever.
Daughters take roles of the dead mothers!

I FELT IMPRISONMENT

I FELT IMPRISONMENT

For my muscular words
Explode from my innocent mouth
Disintegrating the most giant castles
Like the parachute they carried fighters
To the glorious sky and found victorious.

Crippled walked, deaf perceived
Blind saw the light and I was kept
In the valley of sleeping eternity
I was the bit, dustbin of all trashes
Carrying lazy walkers like railways.

I was the apposite opposite
Wronging to their veiled vain
Handcuffs cracked around my hands
Warranty they weren't but humiliations
Alas! It was nightmare invaded shelters.

I felt imprisonment
And smiles blossomed facials
For pen's mightier than warriors!
Loved humanity cradle to the graves
For I was the real father of grandpas!

THE HIDDEN TREASURE

THE HIDDEN TREASURE

Nocked nonsense mild mind
To the hollow way and vanish
Light hidden at midst of veiled
Fight in vacuum self amalgamation.

Eyes lost and heard
Ears lost and perceived
Crippled walked in majestic
Deaf showed the way with clarity.

The right path hidden in vain
The wrong path widely visible
Millions took wrong and perished
The hidden treasure tortured the crowd.

Hordes of cries sweetened the path
Pokes of ignorance heightened pass
Bittersweets soothed fiery and souls
The hidden treasure at rest disturbance.

CORRUPTED TEMPLE

CORRUPTED TEMPLE

Worshipping the evil spirits
Hopping to enrich thy pockets
Sermons summon offerings
Sermons preach millionaires
The poor is strictly prohibited.

Songs praise cohabitation
Glory descend to the hell
God mentioned hypocritic
Nakedness is proud on altars
Romance fair to power anointing.

Beers, cigarettes are quenching thirsty
Fears of scriptures is buried underneath
False teachings deceive the ignorant
Scriptures emanates from gibberish
At night and privacy support the evils.

Choir singers are worn in night dress
To warm the evil temple with anoints
Preachers hide their masks and mats
To let the flourish of money  fill sacks
Guitars sing smoothly with jazz bands.

WHEN PEACE DESERTS

THE HIDDEN TREASURE

THE HIDDEN TREASURE

Nocked nonsense mild mind
To the hollow way and vanish
Light hidden at midst of veiled
Fight in vacuum self amalgamation.

Eyes lost and heard
Ears lost and perceived
Crippled walked in majestic
Deaf showed the way with clarity.

The right path hidden in vain
The wrong path widely visible
Millions took wrong and perished
The hidden treasure tortured the crowd.

Hordes of cries sweetened the path
Pokes of ignorance heightened pass
Bittersweets soothed fiery and souls
The hidden treasure at rest disturbance.

Thanks for reading
Poet Regnard Bishoza

FAITHLESS PACKED GINS

FAITHLESS PACKED DRY GIN.

That a human being would die alive
Like a thunderstorm striking the bull
The vacuum heads're found in dark hell
From the corrupted world of fair madmen.

Family's eyes would find refuge to thee
He was Professor in Engineer and Maths
He was poor morally and self awareness
Viroba was his meals and found a fair rest

The country's lamenting of personnel lack
For energy is dying of gins and to the AIDS
Ganging, robbery, terrorism is rampant
The world is not at rest, but in instability 
Road accidents, awful and fake surgeries.

All and sundry, say NO to drug trafficking
Spare health cancer, let tranquility dwell
Let women, men stop addiction to religion
The world will be the pearl, peace island.

THE CORRUPTED TEMPLE

CORRUPTED TEMPLE

Worshipping the evil spirits
Hopping to enrich thy pockets
Sermons summon offerings
Sermons preach millionaires
The poor is strictly prohibited.

Songs praise cohabitation
Glory descend to the hell
God mentioned hypocritic
Nakedness is proud on altars
Romance fair to power anointing.

Beers, cigarettes are quenching thirsty
Fears of scriptures is buried underneath
False teachings deceive the ignorant
Scriptures emanates from gibberish
At night and privacy support the evils.

Choir singers are worn in night dress
To warm the evil temple with anoints
Preachers hide their masks and mats
To let the flourish of money  fill sacks
Guitars sing smoothly with jazz bands.

JUDGES 2:19

Dedicated to magical poet Awotide Oluwaseun Micheal

JUDGES 2:19

For their forefathers
Grew in righteousness
And fell in desperations
God forgave with offertories.

The Canaan was hidden
Before thy evil practices
Fearful respected Hunchback
And left the offspring lineage.

Thy later emerged generation
Dwelt in terrible sins and evils
Trillion doubled from forefathers
Passions and corruption were theirs.

The righteous God left them with
Their idols and wrong flourishes
They died in theirs what is evils
Destined in fair perish and hells.

The ocean of tears splash from eyes
The option of fears conquer the souls
For the righteous is dying in their eyes
The vacuum of savior is told in a vain.

Prayers wash away transgressions
Prayers show justice and righteousness
Prayers de-corrupt the perishing souls
Prayers, build Holy living and humanities.

WHEN DILEMMA KNOCKS

When Dilemma Knocks

Waves fight the ocean's stillness
Caves find themselves in loneliness
Minds of men sway to climb trees
In a narrow way of vain destinations.

Dilemma enthrones scares and hopeless
Trauma dwells and swells in hollowness
Wits is deemed with vagabondage veins
Sinking smoothly into the red apartments.

Minds is darkened with flashy hastings
Hinges hang over the cruelest hustles
Er dawn find outbroken forceful fires
Eyes bend in disguise to bury fears.

Arithmetic mental disintegrations
Pursuit the mental illness and fates
Cubic reach of thoughts rests cleverness
Public disgrace elongates to nakedness.

ARISE AFRICA

TANZANIA AND NIGERIA COME TOGETHER, AS REGNARD BISHOZA & TANIMONURE RICHARDS ADEWALE CRY OUT:

ARISE: UNITED NATIONS OF AFRICA (UNA)

from the jungle of this neo-slavery,
smiling your past of awful story,
africa, arise!
let your name be newly rebirthed,
as one blood, one bond, one tongue
of a proud pen's joy of one strong song.

africa,
the hot sands sings your might;
the savannahs smile your beauty;
the beaches brim your sweetness
as excited waves of bliss on skins;
and the gallant forests,
the green uniformed forests,
as gallant guards over your riches,
stands a splendour of sky eyes.

africa,
hospitality is your language;
magnanimity is your tongue;
tranquillity is the speech of your lips
as colourful cultures of your being.

and your riches gleamed a grim
of hungry throats as long greediness
of white sight as dark heart invite,
a ravaging slavery of ruin robbers,
who raped and plundered
and tore much asunder,
your name as diaspora pieces
of scattered screams of unity;
yet, standing strong and tall,
yet, brimming thick and rich
as more evil hunger of unsatisfied belly.

and it comes, much worse again,
dark sight of white heart of pain,
tearing your blood and bond apart,
searing your heart with wars, genocide,
trading guns for gold, diamonds and oil,
an exchange of wealth for wailing woes
of masses' massive death, poverty untold.

it comes again, horror of corruption,
strangling life from lives of one nation,
as your pride of big brother wide,
gasping its stand as a leader, right.

africa, arise!
be free from white charms, dark;
be free from white attack, stark!
stop cutting your nose, bloody,
to spite your face, painful ugly;
come strong, that song, of one tongue
as a dirge of death on white joy
of a dismembered pieces of colonial triumph.

africa, arise!
let your story be newly rebirthed
as one blood, one bond, one tongue
of a proud pen's joy galore.

africa, arise!!!

I AM A CHEAP PROSTITUTE

I AM A CHEAP PROSTITUTE

I am ebony, black beauty lady
I am seductive, glancing to hook men
I am sweet to let them undergo crazy
They're rich to destruct my natural beauty!

My swaying hips, my big boobs
Made them live and forget their wives
I am nurse to nurse the suffering patients
I am a merciful lady to serve the deserts.

I am HIV positive and they are careless
I am dying today and they have no eyes
I am living on ARV and they have no eyes!
But serve them for I am a cheap prostitute

They destroyed my ugly virginity
And now I am the public serenity
My midst is navigable freely by snakes
I am a prostitute to quench their thirstiest.

I hook them with lyrical rhythmical cries
I took them to addiction and I am dead
Milk splash over my cursed pawpaws
My naughty haunt to count hollows.

Because they deceive me with presents
Because they believe me as coast beach
I am dying today, they are dying next days
For a black is a pot to roast the white rice.

BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE

BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE

Because you are mine
I sing the patriotic song
To fill my heart with flames
To feel proud of being a black
A black of the promised heritage.

Because you are mine
My eyes speak of your landscapes
Beautiful than the paramount princess
Your beauty invade the eyes of strangers
Like naughty eyes to the swaying hips.

Because you are mine
I tell your tales with majestic tongue
Telling Olduvai Gorge's first human skull
Egyptian pyramids, calendar technologies
The wonders of Kilimanjaro, Mawenzi hills

Because you are mine
I sing the lullaby soothing songs
To let you sleep and stop the cries
Pained by merciless mothers and slaps
I play ngoma for it's my music you taught.

Because you are mine
White teeth count 32 for classic smile
Your name is sweet in my bitter mouth
Your star illuminate from top of mountain
Your scars are the pillow of my happiness.