Ilongo Fritz

State of Magic

Ilongo Fritz Ngale

Not yet day when the night is not over
Not night yet but the day is about to cover
The holy couple to consecration shrine moves.
The groom staggers in on animals noisy
Come the bride,rains of night fall on soil formless
The bridegroom mourning with containers empty
The chasm unbridgeable separating morning from night.
At dawn and twilight fusion the mediator appears
Criss-crossing currents of light fusing all in intermediate delight
Alms begging lost in palms replenishing.
The couple as one awake dreaming and dream waking
Sunrise and set freezing on horizontal arms
Forming wings for conscious flight.
In the intermediate state of power, east and west are welded in the glow
of love's blow-torch
Fight is now over
The reversed face of duality is exiled forever.

Scar Face Legacy

Ilongo Fritz Ngale

From the island of oppression
Many seek the route to exile
Drowning in the transition
As victims of waves merciless
Elemental guardians implacable
Holding the key to doom
And opening the way to freedom.
The multi-faced goddess despises the spineless
Burying some adventurers in watery grave
Searing soul and body of victors
With seal of survivors
Later becoming pilgrims on paths of saints or stained.
Betrayal is the hymn of pseudo-knights
Warriors of the night
Teaching the code of man eating man
Rendering extinct virtues of mankind
In the shattering anti-climax of woe
Dashing usurping kings to violent doom
Peace-less epitaph of scarface legacy.

THE MOUNTAIN WEEPS

The mourning seems to have no end
As the morning star of joy seems to have fled,
For the mountain bleeds
Its flanks red with blood
Which copiously flows through the pores of its kids,
Poor souls taken off into tragedy lane
Slain before their times

THE NEW LIBERIA

The essence is freedom
But the torn pieces have cried out for so long in pain,
Victims of brutal warlords
Lording it over bodies and souls
Deaf to the word of love
Dealing out death blows
That nearly killed the glow of life
Making all to believe it was nearly over
The worst in the masses was invoked,
The dark face merciless
Became the bloodthirsty god
Amputating bodies and minds
Into hideous relics of the age of terror,
Page of the beast
Written in thick blood
Ink of the dark brood.
Conscience was nearly slain
In the school rooms grooming killers
Causing healers to flee
Leaving vacuum in which the blood bath raged,
Unleashing agents of doom
Casting aura of woe over country so fair
Overrun by lawless hordes
Sending underground the river of light
For above, all was blighted
In the game of ruthless ethos merciless.
At long last, even the gory impulse gets to anti climax
Jerking and twisting in its dying throes
Last kicks of the devil's dance
Creating pauses that give a chance to peace,
Permitting the exiled pieces to come together
To fast out the killing impetus
And resume the healing song,
Tilling the stone hard hearts
To unearth the golden dawn of love,
Only ray on which the new day can appear,
For Liberia to write a glittering page in world history,
Following stories of hairraising bestiality.

Millenium Anti-Christmas

Bright was the star over Bethlehem,
Spiritual sun of hope for all ages
Intending to burn off all dross of ignorance and apathy
And pave the way for the golden age
When all will be radiant stars
Irradiating the message of peace and abundant life,
Fruits of incandescent hearts pacified
Minds and wills renewed with invincible vitality
All singing the chorus
Heralding the advent of the kingdom eternal.
Very quickly the dark ones sought a subterfuge
To veil this greatest of mysteries
Usurping the day of salvation
With the twilight of speculations
Overturning the boat of faith
Into the raging seas of tossing fears and doubts.
The masters of cutting and pasting project interminable scenarios
To disorient the masses
Now no longer looking to the blazing orient
But dancing to the distracting verses of endless controversies
Of those versed with intrigue songs.
Soon the bright light
And the even brighter spirit cosmic
Were veiled by clouds of the eclipsing night
As all held hostage within the latter
Fought and fight for survival in the shadows,
The dawn for revival now a myth
The spiritual rebirth disdained
As each faces the materialistic jungle
Chewing one another
And chewed up by burning anxieties and paralysing stress,
The manger replaced by mangy hearts full of hatred and fear,
The lowly animals transformed into unbridled passions,
The pure Mary and Joseph defaced by dark passions and even darker thoughts,
The host of holy angels overshadowed by tight lipped,poker face, ruthless bankers,
The cosmic feast becoming a compulsive orgy of despair
Fit only for the beast
Once the best was lost to the eyes of souls
For long veiled by lies of ghouls.

SACRED SILENCE

To the centre I have come
Where going in and going out are one
Meeting at the point where they are inseparable
Mysterious vacuum without duality
Sacred altar of beginningless eternity
And irradiating infinity,
The one vibrating to power unassuming
Invincible void egoless.
Work is finally at rest
And rest is totally at work
In the constantly alternating frequencies
Now in perfect communion
Breaking the bounds of the linear discontinuity
In the river of complementing unity,
Taking the mind out of impasse grooves
To the groves of instant release
Letting go the twin horns
And their harassing thorns
To swim free in the middle flow
That glows with victory's might
As the double seasons fuse into the one hymn
Chiming the hour of the rhythms coupled
At peace now forever.

Herald of 2005

From the throne of grace
Comes the bird of peace
Born of the fiery presence
Borne on waves of the healing essence
Herald of the new dawn
On earth worn out with strife.

The shadows of the new year
Un-fold in golden hues of hope
As dues long saved
Start manifesting in events miraculous
Releasing arrears of joy
In countless opportunities materialising.

CHRISTMAS MOURNING

In latitudes freezing and burning
The Holy One and His Army look in on two stages
Upon which are acted dramas divorced from the Mystery
of the Holy Birth.

In frenzied moods the crowds shiver
In anticipation of the meat and wine orgies
Gourging out the seed of peace
From the heart of December
In the heat of brewing passions screaming to a keening crescendo.

Shattered Continent

In union the first communion brought us to the land of no thirst.
Sprays of bliss were our watery blanket
Cooling all ardour of the salty betrayal.
The irridescent reflecting sun rays ignited our hearts' hearths to the heatless flames without passion
Highlighting the untold heights of ecstasy minus the debts of extenuation.
Suddenly though,the torrential undercurrents cut off the extremities of joy
Exposing the toy of our human attainment
Daring to glorify love in the arms of fragile detention
Lasting only for a hair's breadth on the bread of fast diminishing time and space.
Our only error being the terror of the separative circuit
Embracing none beyond ourselves.
We failed the test of universal love
The only crest without a heart wrenching trough.
In the inevitable backwash of the raging storms of condemnation
Our feeble hands part company
As on separate icebergs we float apart
even as we doubted the call to integrate all.