Before my Heart and its walls get flooded,
Remember that your Love has been rewarded
And that your efforts as well have been recorded.
Before my Lungs get flooded as if I was bloated
And full of Joy and Happiness and even elated
By your thoughts… You thought of me
As I thought of you; as I was thinking of you
We made it…
Our Everlasting Eternity will For-ever not be rated…
Your Mind to mine were in that sense related,
And in the midst of that moment,
Your Soul and my Spirit may have been separated
Right before we’ve entered this world, at birth,
And over the years have been emancipated
Til now… Your Heart and my Heartbeats in that sense
Are indeed related.


Not at all a MC, I promise
Imaging the dopest beats in the background
And I on stage with a microphone, no malice,
Will be a terror (I will be choking…)

A mere thinker or writer perhaps

Since it is my only escape or route
Above and beyond the above and beyond;
In that sense even our Universe won’t contain my being.
As I hold the microphone…
Evoking what you wanted to shout out,
Conveying your frustrations or passions as if I was you…
A mere voice somewhat voiceless… Not a MC at all, I promise
As I stand my ground and on your premise…
Perhaps a painter who paints without malice
Like she noted.
Because of the notion of audacity, we floated…
Not a MC at all, I promise

As I stand my ground and on your premise… Perhaps a painter who paints without malice

Like she noted. Tones of intonations indeed denoted. A preface, prelude, proem or a mere introduction. Preliminary in nature, this thought is indeed loaded. In the near future, this Poet will be quoted
By the Smalls and greats, the Poor and wealthy,
The Weaks and strongs, Empty or bloated. Not because of vain glory… The Vision was worth it!


One minded Willful will
As if you were Will or Bill
Trying to kill time not Bill,
Knowing that cash rules the world
We wanted to scream, “more bills…”
Because silently cash rules everything around me
Yet it still wants to rudely rule [over] my will…
Please give these guys their credit for following God’s will…
Fire of my water, motions of a drill…
Please give this guy time to pay off his bills…
Creditors and credits, they can’t be still…
Peace be still…
Head up, grinding like a mill
Just to afford your rent,

Deal or no deal?

As if I was Shakespeare or Ferrell or Smith or even Clinton
Bill or Will! For it is written we shan’t live by bread alone
So allow your Spirit and its Soul to feel what they feel!
They need to chill.
som·nam·bu·late (sm-nmby-lt)
intr.v. som·nam·bu·lat·ed, som·nam·bu·lat·ing, som·nam·bu·lates
To walk or perform another act while asleep or in a sleeplike condition.
You have plenty of literature to keep your brain
Entertained, intrigued and somewhat captivated.
Just like that a poem for you was created.
Matters unknown by the small of the great debated.
Happy about the weekend, nothing belated
As I get your Mind and its Mind mind the stated.
Minding my writing, what is mine to you,
Did I say you got captivated?
For real some matters aren’t even related
Although their common denominator are un-stated,
For the good of your Soul and the joy of my Spirit,
This cluster of a void, I am awake yet somnambulated…
Dormant Self, awake by the thought of Saturday
As if Sunday Morning was calling the ones elated.
Peace be with each one of us.
Without it, Peace won’t be that plus.
It will not be within us… Just because…
I believe that with Inspiration comes Standards…
Standards of Excellence,
As in reaching the Epitome of what we are meant to be.
What are we meant to reach or even become?
Masters of our Destiny and its Fate as they come.
We wish upon building ourselves and our Kingdom,
Most of us not just some…
So what is Success and what is not success?
I was told that Success is reaching our Fullest potential.
Now, what if we had more than one potential?
As I started,
Peace be with each one of us.
With it within us, we are Success,
We have Success. Ambassadors of it
As we hold onto its Wealth. This is to your good Health.
Let’s live care-less-ly
We’ve walked when we should have been running,
We have walked when we should have been swimming,
We’ve walked when we should have been…
Yes, we have lived in exile for too long,
Making our own domain and land and nation an asylum.
Let’s live carelessly,
Making our domain and land and this notion of Being
Our own.
We’ve feared the unknown for too long…
I thank my imperfections
They’ve enable me to learn and grow and be~
Be although marginalized, let’s live!
That notion of Being…
We’ve walked when we should have been running,
We have walked when we should have been swimming,
We’ve walked when we should have been…
Yes. We should have been.
I thank God for not only Fridays but everyday.
Because everyday we get to be the stimulus we needed
To be better…
Well, my imagination went from good to well…
Look up and see the reflection of this well,
Look down and see the reflection of the sky and clouds
Your starry eyes.
Highlands where valleys and plateaus aren’t but your
Meditation spot… Well, drink of this water…
Trieste or Napoli,
As we stand strong, somewhat intensively
Counting down from 11 to 9…
As you seat, the aroma dancing happily,
Indulging my senses into the extra-ordinary…
Depicted with thoughts and words, perhaps poetry,
Erasing your pain, doing so speedily…
I wish it was as easy as drinking coffee not tea.
Trieste or Napoli
Arabica of old, renewing this poet with no acidity.
Hint hidden, smiles and all smiles and sincerely.
I just felt like writing this so I did it happily.
Just when you thought you were done…
Robust not just robusta, was the idea behind each sip.
Which I understand and appreciate since
I believe in: poetry needs to be savored, enjoyed…
So for you, I shall hold on… As long as you hold up
And never hold down that notion…
That notion of time taking, time ticking, time reading…
But no time wasting… For if time is money,
And money cannot buy time wasted,
Allow me to be the poet who shall revive in you
Notion of
I always try to be peculiar in my writing approach
So my question to you is,
“what is love?”
© Christian D. Koumtog

Published by: ckoumtog

Activist, Model, Poet/Writer, Soccer Player and an Entrepreneur at ENTREPRENEUR DE DEMAIN. I have to clarify that my focus from 2006 until 2012 was modeling and the Entertainment business. I never wanted to be an actor although I currently have two Wavers under my belt. I just "need" one more to go from being a Non Union to an Union (SAG) "actor" but {again} that was never my passion- acting! I (nonetheless) have [indeed] done a number of background acting works and gigs. My first work was for NBC and the first show I have ever worked on was 30 Rock. It was unbelievable being on stage with Aleck Baldwin, Tracy Morgan, Tina Faye, LL Cool J, Wayne Brady (those last two were featured co-Stars); that was shot on 2/08/2007. I also did some background acting on Cashmere Mafia for ABC as of 9/2007, Ugly Betty from 2008-2010, Kings (2009), Royal Pains and the Good Wife (2010). It was great being an extra also in Films like: THE SMURFS (shot on June 2010) and NEW YEAR'S EVE (2011). As a Poet, I not only want to convey what I feel but {I want to} also express what you, the reader, feel. My inspiration is the loving grace of God (Jesus Christ), my country of birth, the Republic of Chad (Africa) and this World you and I live in. I also find it in Nature (her beauty), my Family and experience. But also in great writers and people like Leopold Sedar Senghor, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X, Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes, e e cummings, Napoleon Hill (Think and Grow Rich) and Jacques Prevert (he is French, I am fluent in French). I also did model as mentioned, I have done a number of fashion shows (Couture Fashion Week in 2009 & 2010, Africa Fashion Week in 2009, etc) when speaking of my younger days. As a soccer player, I played every Sunday in an amateur league in Long Island City and Flushing, Queens. Actually, I went to Kansas City March of 2011 to try out professionally to be part of the Kansas City Sporting (a Major League Soccer) team. I did not make it, unfortunately. My sense of Activism is an everyday matter, from the way I carry myself to writing and promoting this beautiful Art called Poetry. In the future, it will involve concrete actions in developing not only Chad but Africa and promoting the values of Education. I am currently dabbling with the thought of becoming an accomplished lucrative poet (I write a lot!), becoming and a successful Entrepreneur. But yes, I would love to be connected to an understanding PUBLISHING COMPANY that will understand my creative drive and artistic vision so please reach out to me or refer my work if you can. As you read and as you saw, my real Passion is Poetry. I love writing poems. Recently, I have been performing it only because it was another way to reach out to People (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAKfUhJ4BJ8). I recently was asked to blog for the 2013 Men's Pageant for Face of Africa. (Here is the first article I wrote http://faceofafricausa.com/preparation/). "Home-less" was a poem written for a project that was helping people affected by hunger and poverty. It was for the The FWCares Project. http://flexwriterblogsonline.net/?p=231. My self-published book of poetry, entitled CLASSICS: DIPLOMATS IN EXILE (2007) is my #1 Achievement. I started writing at the age of 18. I am in need of sponsors and/or publishers. This vision God blessed me with is simple: We Will Change The World One Poem At A Time. NON STOP POETRY... It is within ALL of us! Just find it.

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