clumsy word-unarrange poem---=Reverse style

I dance to the tune of words that ripe me naked,
and slitted my throat
with a slick of awesome letters that uproot my teeth
.... upon the clumsy floor with my bare hands that lift my body..
.I clung to the handy hand with soft clod...
that feed me a dream....
the ghost hunted me down from near door to the dark alley..........
Die..die
then flow it started to wet me...
and strange shadows walk in front guiding the droopy body

I FALL SICK--a poem

I FALL SICK

June,2009
By Ahmad Abubakar Dr
and trembles in despair
to talk to you
tell me the secret that makes me still
think you I am not your Bed
that bequeath your rights
there was a time when you planted a seed
thy never know seed
that perishable encounter is now a rock
a mountain fixed to our world
I should not need you,If you were gentle
within the Jurisdiction encapsulated you
Being so fathered,and so husbanded ?
why say the words ?
why the time...why it revolves ?
I am on my knee and weep
"thy heart is big,get thee apart and weep
Passion.I see is catching for mine eyes
seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine
Began to water
is thy dear coming?
...lend me your hand
..and tell me what hath chanced.