It is easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows by like a song,
But the man worthwhile is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it is always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises on earth
Is the smile that shines through tears
It is easy enough to be prudent
When nothing tempts you to stray,
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;
But it is only a negative virtue
Until it is tried by fire
And the life worth the honour on earth
Is the one that resists temptation - desire
By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,
Who had no strength for the strife,
The world's highway is cumbered today;
They make up the sum of life.
But the virtue that conquers passion
And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth
For we find them but once in a while.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
BLACK EXODUS
To whom i write that knows not,
Of course the secets of everyday life are hidden in ink and scrolls,
Such that the wise are separated from the ignorant,
Theres a noble cause that inspires me to write,
The very reason i shall say a thousand words and you pick none,
Simply because your caught up in self,
Hardly can you see beyond you,
For you bear the seed of selfcenteredness.
You probably might read this,
As you drown in the shalowness of your naked mind,
Appear as the saint but we all know there can only be one JANE EYRE
If by chance you gain sight,
I pray you remember this
That my heart was too heavy for you to carry
And that life is only a gift
If you choose to make it so...
The fool reads on,
Forgetting this was only a predicament,
Of a mind lost.
Of course the secets of everyday life are hidden in ink and scrolls,
Such that the wise are separated from the ignorant,
Theres a noble cause that inspires me to write,
The very reason i shall say a thousand words and you pick none,
Simply because your caught up in self,
Hardly can you see beyond you,
For you bear the seed of selfcenteredness.
You probably might read this,
As you drown in the shalowness of your naked mind,
Appear as the saint but we all know there can only be one JANE EYRE
If by chance you gain sight,
I pray you remember this
That my heart was too heavy for you to carry
And that life is only a gift
If you choose to make it so...
The fool reads on,
Forgetting this was only a predicament,
Of a mind lost.
Rubbing faces
Take this not the wrong way,
Only yesterday,
The world was but black and white,
Today is gray
Groomed in the eve of fading sight.
I walk by faces,
Some painted with fat smiles,
The ground whispers,
Their shadows
Bearing long stubbing knives.
I rub faces with people,
with the virgin,
Wearing long skirts and dresses,
Yet breastfeeding in the night.
Who am i to raise a tongue?
A second back,
I undressed the stranger
In high heels.
I rub faces with slum child,
At school he but plays at breaktime,
To forget his empty stomach
Friends laughing at him,
He knows one word to survive
"mpako" (give me).
Mother from duty she returns,
Where she traded,
Goods between her thighs,
Putting food on the plate.
I rub faces with people,
For if theres any one
That deserves a second chance,
It is you,
For what it takes you to keep,
It takes you to have.
Only yesterday,
The world was but black and white,
Today is gray
Groomed in the eve of fading sight.
I walk by faces,
Some painted with fat smiles,
The ground whispers,
Their shadows
Bearing long stubbing knives.
I rub faces with people,
with the virgin,
Wearing long skirts and dresses,
Yet breastfeeding in the night.
Who am i to raise a tongue?
A second back,
I undressed the stranger
In high heels.
I rub faces with slum child,
At school he but plays at breaktime,
To forget his empty stomach
Friends laughing at him,
He knows one word to survive
"mpako" (give me).
Mother from duty she returns,
Where she traded,
Goods between her thighs,
Putting food on the plate.
I rub faces with people,
For if theres any one
That deserves a second chance,
It is you,
For what it takes you to keep,
It takes you to have.
LIGHT BEYOND SHADOW
In the dim light and fading shadows
A child of noble use is but born
A mother to the nations of glory
One embraced by thorns
A woman washed in hot streams bringing together hearts torn
In the dim light and fading shadows
Her love like the nile flows northwards watering dry hearts
Her eyes bright as the sun rise from the East of Africa
Shining upon souls of men
In the dim light and fading shadows
A voice shouting arise! Arise woman!
Life giver!
Bearer of the nine months struggle
Have ye not known your strength and fame?
And thy name that is sung across oceans and jungles green?
In the dim light and fading shadows
Her light stands on a lonely hill,
Like a star in the galaxies,
She cries as she gives birth to love
That cures the curse that blindeth man.
A child of noble use is but born
A mother to the nations of glory
One embraced by thorns
A woman washed in hot streams bringing together hearts torn
In the dim light and fading shadows
Her love like the nile flows northwards watering dry hearts
Her eyes bright as the sun rise from the East of Africa
Shining upon souls of men
In the dim light and fading shadows
A voice shouting arise! Arise woman!
Life giver!
Bearer of the nine months struggle
Have ye not known your strength and fame?
And thy name that is sung across oceans and jungles green?
In the dim light and fading shadows
Her light stands on a lonely hill,
Like a star in the galaxies,
She cries as she gives birth to love
That cures the curse that blindeth man.
Wewe Ninani?
Wewe Ni nani?
I am the ash of my ancestors,
The pieces of gray thoughts,
Stored in caves hanging on rock,
Neighbored by waters.
Wewe Ni nani?
I am the lost tribe,
Unplugged from the exodus,
Of my barbarian genesis
Divided by 19th Century Industrialization
Adopted for railways and farms- working
Baptized with a name new,
Edwin, "the black solid Lou East of Africa,
Son of my Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mother
Held by chains on neck and legs
Slaves to the Masters' cooked systems
Enhanced by pale ideologies.
Wewe Ninani?
I am informed,
Decorated with qualifications and skills
Speak English better than my Native tongue
I am taught to improve self
Capitalism with the doctrine of prosperity for I
Dreaming of this Utopia
Whose policies favor those at the top of the structure?
And the equality that is equal to only their need
It is the language that unites i
Thus you see the long pointed nose in every arena of influence
Perhaps the less privileged are less humane
They call me "educated"
Yet I see the oppression of this pedagogy.
Wewe Ni nani?
I am the sperm that fertilized the ovum
Graduated from the meek lonely zygote to fetus
Popped out as a son laughing for oxygen
Shocked and entrained with unfamiliarity’s
Of the world I yet to belong
Through Pampering and diapers nursing,
A parasite suckling and clinging to the nipple of life
Yearning for more and more on end,
To the old prince I am.
Masculine tight hard skin
The weights of generations hang below my high lands
Encroached between the forks of speed,
Traversing the pages to the desire of my seeds
That is me, the man under the eyes of a microscope
Haswa Wewe Ni nani?
I am freedom the voice that speaks
Africa the hand that writes
I am no slave
Simply an artist
That paints with words
I am the ash of my ancestors,
The pieces of gray thoughts,
Stored in caves hanging on rock,
Neighbored by waters.
Wewe Ni nani?
I am the lost tribe,
Unplugged from the exodus,
Of my barbarian genesis
Divided by 19th Century Industrialization
Adopted for railways and farms- working
Baptized with a name new,
Edwin, "the black solid Lou East of Africa,
Son of my Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mother
Held by chains on neck and legs
Slaves to the Masters' cooked systems
Enhanced by pale ideologies.
Wewe Ninani?
I am informed,
Decorated with qualifications and skills
Speak English better than my Native tongue
I am taught to improve self
Capitalism with the doctrine of prosperity for I
Dreaming of this Utopia
Whose policies favor those at the top of the structure?
And the equality that is equal to only their need
It is the language that unites i
Thus you see the long pointed nose in every arena of influence
Perhaps the less privileged are less humane
They call me "educated"
Yet I see the oppression of this pedagogy.
Wewe Ni nani?
I am the sperm that fertilized the ovum
Graduated from the meek lonely zygote to fetus
Popped out as a son laughing for oxygen
Shocked and entrained with unfamiliarity’s
Of the world I yet to belong
Through Pampering and diapers nursing,
A parasite suckling and clinging to the nipple of life
Yearning for more and more on end,
To the old prince I am.
Masculine tight hard skin
The weights of generations hang below my high lands
Encroached between the forks of speed,
Traversing the pages to the desire of my seeds
That is me, the man under the eyes of a microscope
Haswa Wewe Ni nani?
I am freedom the voice that speaks
Africa the hand that writes
I am no slave
Simply an artist
That paints with words
Destiny
I Soul aches,
The weight of madness in blood,
Choke the breath of i pregnant will.
I but walk with bones broken,
Legs trembling with each stride,
To a faceless refuge,
Where in time;
I meet the scorthing heat of i brethren,
Melting away muscle and pride.
All organs rejoin dust but i eyes,
They can take all that deem i carnal
But the eyes of i destiny still blink
The weight of madness in blood,
Choke the breath of i pregnant will.
I but walk with bones broken,
Legs trembling with each stride,
To a faceless refuge,
Where in time;
I meet the scorthing heat of i brethren,
Melting away muscle and pride.
All organs rejoin dust but i eyes,
They can take all that deem i carnal
But the eyes of i destiny still blink
SOUNDS OF LIFE
Clop clop clop
The strangers hopping voice
Finds her way to i ears
Bizz bizz bizz
The ex gardener's sound
Buzzing the heaven out of i mind
The emancipated woman still seeking for a man in her
Echiew echiew echiew
The stuffy structure of Ugandan politics
Causing i to sneeze
Ding ding dong
Too early for christmas
Perhaps Easter Turkey for the priviledged
While street children sleep with bellies laughing
Oludeyo Onkumpasa....
Down the aisle with colored vows,
Only but for a while
She has the ring, the other woman has the man
Is the ring security enough?
For legitimitimizing sex changes not a man.
Hallelujah...Hallelujah Amen,
A conman dressed as a Pastor,
Selling miracles and blessings's fake,
Dare to say a word!
Do not talk ill about the "man of God"
I am sure he doesn't feed off the congregation,
Who are by the way not impoverished.
Ouuch, oooouuuc ooow ayaaa,
Stop! please stop!
Years later, a face unhappy,
Wasn't the wood good enough?
Turns out,
It didn't make the water boil,
And you wonder what all the noise was for.
Tick tack tick tack
Counting down the numbers,
If we only understood,
That the sounds of life need a face.
The strangers hopping voice
Finds her way to i ears
Bizz bizz bizz
The ex gardener's sound
Buzzing the heaven out of i mind
The emancipated woman still seeking for a man in her
Echiew echiew echiew
The stuffy structure of Ugandan politics
Causing i to sneeze
Ding ding dong
Too early for christmas
Perhaps Easter Turkey for the priviledged
While street children sleep with bellies laughing
Oludeyo Onkumpasa....
Down the aisle with colored vows,
Only but for a while
She has the ring, the other woman has the man
Is the ring security enough?
For legitimitimizing sex changes not a man.
Hallelujah...Hallelujah Amen,
A conman dressed as a Pastor,
Selling miracles and blessings's fake,
Dare to say a word!
Do not talk ill about the "man of God"
I am sure he doesn't feed off the congregation,
Who are by the way not impoverished.
Ouuch, oooouuuc ooow ayaaa,
Stop! please stop!
Years later, a face unhappy,
Wasn't the wood good enough?
Turns out,
It didn't make the water boil,
And you wonder what all the noise was for.
Tick tack tick tack
Counting down the numbers,
If we only understood,
That the sounds of life need a face.
I MIND
So you are a flawless cival being.
With polished ideas always saying the right thing,
You mantain a place for everything. Discreet they call it.
Well that is you and i freely choose this path,
I choose to be a savage freed from all structures that long to enslave i.
With polished ideas always saying the right thing,
You mantain a place for everything. Discreet they call it.
Well that is you and i freely choose this path,
I choose to be a savage freed from all structures that long to enslave i.
I SEE YOU
I smell the cruelity of life floating in blood,
I see it fit that you trusted a stranger and have forsaken i,
Born from your clay line,
I see you lying through your teeth,
Hugging me when you actually detest i,
I see you talking behind my back, surely enough i do get satisfaction,
I see you advertizing my weakness, i guess i was not foolish enough to trust you,
I see you oppressing the less priviledged all in the name of titles.
I see you are the Boss that is why it is only fair to bark at me.
I hear you call me friend and i am also sure you know me well enough to know when i last shaved my privates,
I see that you are a christian, you keep your word and that is why you didn't call me even when you said you would,
I see you laughing at my flaws, i am sure you are perfect.
I see you becoming your true self after receiving the ring, that makes me proud of you,
I see that you see beyond my race, perhaps i would smile if you knew the color of my soul,
I see so many faces, so many colors,
Yet in all that isee not i
I see you but can't find me.
I close my eyes and there i find me.
All a while you are blinded by what you see, hear and know about me,
But you still haven't asked me why,
Why i close my eyes,
What causes me to say the things i say,
What hurts me deeply,
You simply can't
Because you actually do not know whether my heart is there or not.
I see it fit that you trusted a stranger and have forsaken i,
Born from your clay line,
I see you lying through your teeth,
Hugging me when you actually detest i,
I see you talking behind my back, surely enough i do get satisfaction,
I see you advertizing my weakness, i guess i was not foolish enough to trust you,
I see you oppressing the less priviledged all in the name of titles.
I see you are the Boss that is why it is only fair to bark at me.
I hear you call me friend and i am also sure you know me well enough to know when i last shaved my privates,
I see that you are a christian, you keep your word and that is why you didn't call me even when you said you would,
I see you laughing at my flaws, i am sure you are perfect.
I see you becoming your true self after receiving the ring, that makes me proud of you,
I see that you see beyond my race, perhaps i would smile if you knew the color of my soul,
I see so many faces, so many colors,
Yet in all that isee not i
I see you but can't find me.
I close my eyes and there i find me.
All a while you are blinded by what you see, hear and know about me,
But you still haven't asked me why,
Why i close my eyes,
What causes me to say the things i say,
What hurts me deeply,
You simply can't
Because you actually do not know whether my heart is there or not.
EYES OPEN
Eye lids pacing north and south,
The hour which renders i sight numb,
The last thought to whom i hold dearly,
Slipping away like dusk's' pale face,
The architect of words with faces,
Yet the foundations of those that share my insanity stand but shaky.
I stretch the eye lid of my mind wider,
There i find hearts shapeless,
I laugh in painful sadness,
For often we vex our on.
The hour which renders i sight numb,
The last thought to whom i hold dearly,
Slipping away like dusk's' pale face,
The architect of words with faces,
Yet the foundations of those that share my insanity stand but shaky.
I stretch the eye lid of my mind wider,
There i find hearts shapeless,
I laugh in painful sadness,
For often we vex our on.
Tears of the Sky
Clouds heavy,
The hour to which i dreadfully admire has but come,
Water broken,
Breathe carrying misty jewels,
Restlessly roaming the firmament bed,
Soft pelvic muscles intransigent,
Face pale, stretched pupil with soared sunken eyes,
Widely spread legs,
When I eyes meet the hole to whom many are betrayed,
Blood like cascades falling,
Mumbling words with a voice hoarse,
Screams she,
And with one big push,
She expels babies,
Dropping upon me with ceaseless cries,
I am sadly happy,
For once again,
The rain washes away i last memory,
Leaving i with cold wetness,
That causes i to yearn for warmth.
The hour to which i dreadfully admire has but come,
Water broken,
Breathe carrying misty jewels,
Restlessly roaming the firmament bed,
Soft pelvic muscles intransigent,
Face pale, stretched pupil with soared sunken eyes,
Widely spread legs,
When I eyes meet the hole to whom many are betrayed,
Blood like cascades falling,
Mumbling words with a voice hoarse,
Screams she,
And with one big push,
She expels babies,
Dropping upon me with ceaseless cries,
I am sadly happy,
For once again,
The rain washes away i last memory,
Leaving i with cold wetness,
That causes i to yearn for warmth.
BEYOND EYES
Her sweet eyes gently poking i eyes,
Slowly and swiftly i drown,
In pitch blue madness.
Mind forms wings,
Which carry i to beautiful,
A place where only the deaf hear,
Like the weather of Githurai
She warms i with sunset nipples,
I heart stands erect.
She carress i with nude wind,
Causing i to thirst for her skin.
Her sight give i painful pleasure,
Her toes quench i thirst with admiration,
This moment forever chokes i past,
That when i eyes shut at dusk,
Beyond the eyes is Dafur whispering
Telling i how much she loves i.
Slowly and swiftly i drown,
In pitch blue madness.
Mind forms wings,
Which carry i to beautiful,
A place where only the deaf hear,
Like the weather of Githurai
She warms i with sunset nipples,
I heart stands erect.
She carress i with nude wind,
Causing i to thirst for her skin.
Her sight give i painful pleasure,
Her toes quench i thirst with admiration,
This moment forever chokes i past,
That when i eyes shut at dusk,
Beyond the eyes is Dafur whispering
Telling i how much she loves i.
Friday, February 17, 2012
BAG
Words like bubbles bouncing
Words whose faces keep changing
Words like a painter; so many colors
Words like a stranger whose strange face is adored
I am thinking
Do these words define me or is it just you
I am holding this bag
Maroon, leather,chocolate scented bag.
And again i am thinking
For it is not just the bag that i hold
But It is the love that i hold
And the owner that forever i behold..
Words whose faces keep changing
Words like a painter; so many colors
Words like a stranger whose strange face is adored
I am thinking
Do these words define me or is it just you
I am holding this bag
Maroon, leather,chocolate scented bag.
And again i am thinking
For it is not just the bag that i hold
But It is the love that i hold
And the owner that forever i behold..
WATER HEART
On water i but write
All memories known to me
All facets that deem me as human being
My blood floats
Of all salts that as a child i poured
My rib breaks,
It is that little page of the portrait that i tore
So i write on water
For all eyes may see this
On water i paint
All laughter that was birthed at dusk
And the thoughts of dawn will touch rock bottom
Perhaps the moon that bore four stars will smile
May be night will wear a mask
And the clown will cry instead of laugh
On my mind i unwrite
All thoughts that made you real
I write you as a shadow anchored to the dream that fades
For the next time i see you
I will be a baby reborn
And you will be that stranger
That crosses my path.
All memories known to me
All facets that deem me as human being
My blood floats
Of all salts that as a child i poured
My rib breaks,
It is that little page of the portrait that i tore
So i write on water
For all eyes may see this
On water i paint
All laughter that was birthed at dusk
And the thoughts of dawn will touch rock bottom
Perhaps the moon that bore four stars will smile
May be night will wear a mask
And the clown will cry instead of laugh
On my mind i unwrite
All thoughts that made you real
I write you as a shadow anchored to the dream that fades
For the next time i see you
I will be a baby reborn
And you will be that stranger
That crosses my path.
EYE DROPS
Drops of your smile shining from a mile
Yesterdays minds kissing with a doubtless face
Eyes mating in shadowy moonlight style
Dusk's heart bouncing to the giggle of fate less space
There in the song line of passions owing to rivers but the Nile
I behold the bosom that caused I skin to race
Eyes poking gentle skies whose cries melt the cold
Cascades of crystal talks like diamond stones out of mouths flashing
Desires growing gray like clouds for centuries old
That forever I gaze upon lips crafting life’s worthwhile King.
Painting the very essence of times pale and thoughts bold
I but sigh in memory of the first drop of sight that robbed i
For many but a few earn the honor that for them one might die
Yesterdays minds kissing with a doubtless face
Eyes mating in shadowy moonlight style
Dusk's heart bouncing to the giggle of fate less space
There in the song line of passions owing to rivers but the Nile
I behold the bosom that caused I skin to race
Eyes poking gentle skies whose cries melt the cold
Cascades of crystal talks like diamond stones out of mouths flashing
Desires growing gray like clouds for centuries old
That forever I gaze upon lips crafting life’s worthwhile King.
Painting the very essence of times pale and thoughts bold
I but sigh in memory of the first drop of sight that robbed i
For many but a few earn the honor that for them one might die
LIGHT BEYOND THE SHADOW
In the dim light and fading shadows
A child of noble use is but born
A mother to the nations of glory
One embraced by thorns
A woman washed in hot streams bringing together hearts torn
In the dim light and fading shadows
Her love like the nile flows northwards watering dry hearts
Her eyes bright as the sun rise from the East of Africa
Shining upon souls of men
In the dim light and fading shadows
A voice shouting arise! Arise woman!
Life giver!
Bearer of the nine months struggle
Have ye not known your strength and fame?
And thy name that is sung across oceans and jungles green?
In the dim light and fading shadows
Her light stands on a lonely hill,
Like a star in the galaxies,
She cries as she gives birth to love
That cures the curse that blindeth man.
A child of noble use is but born
A mother to the nations of glory
One embraced by thorns
A woman washed in hot streams bringing together hearts torn
In the dim light and fading shadows
Her love like the nile flows northwards watering dry hearts
Her eyes bright as the sun rise from the East of Africa
Shining upon souls of men
In the dim light and fading shadows
A voice shouting arise! Arise woman!
Life giver!
Bearer of the nine months struggle
Have ye not known your strength and fame?
And thy name that is sung across oceans and jungles green?
In the dim light and fading shadows
Her light stands on a lonely hill,
Like a star in the galaxies,
She cries as she gives birth to love
That cures the curse that blindeth man.
SCHROLL
Are we but savages?
Do we have the legs to run this race?
For it is thy shadow image
That maketh a faded face
Are we but children?
Sucking breats from dusk to dawn
Will it be milk or chicken then?
Lest we be named clowns.
Are we but lawless?
Birthed with or in inpure seed?
Perhaps we are heartless
Forsaking the one that did bleed.
Do we have the legs to run this race?
For it is thy shadow image
That maketh a faded face
Are we but children?
Sucking breats from dusk to dawn
Will it be milk or chicken then?
Lest we be named clowns.
Are we but lawless?
Birthed with or in inpure seed?
Perhaps we are heartless
Forsaking the one that did bleed.
SO LONG
So long my fair friend,
It had been a while,
Oceans have come to an end,
We cannot move the mile.
So long my fair friend,
The past had its tears
In vain the torn we tried to mend
Again and again clouded with fears.
So long my fair friend,
Enough of the stories,
If by chance we blend
Let the silence be a sign.
It had been a while,
Oceans have come to an end,
We cannot move the mile.
So long my fair friend,
The past had its tears
In vain the torn we tried to mend
Again and again clouded with fears.
So long my fair friend,
Enough of the stories,
If by chance we blend
Let the silence be a sign.
THE I AM
I am a guest to untold speech
I walk among humanity unnoticed
Sneak previews at the pitch
Sometimes i fly like the mist
Many call me the unsolved mystery
Yet i hate to belive in illusion
My eyes like an eagle's from miles away see misery
And what many call sheer felicity is confusion
Trace my thoughts and those without faith soon linger
I am visible to those that embrace simplicity
The proud are haunted by life's thunder
Yet camly i reside in doers of humility
Can any one detouch a shadow from a being?
Perhaps make the night morning and morning night?
Or even may be collect numerous stars then hang them on your cieling.
What is impossible to you is inevitable to me,
For i am the son sitted at the right.
They yearn for the world and hunger after desires of flesh
Yet in the end head for destruction
Blood i shade in love sin i forbade
How i long for them to know my ressurection.
I walk among humanity unnoticed
Sneak previews at the pitch
Sometimes i fly like the mist
Many call me the unsolved mystery
Yet i hate to belive in illusion
My eyes like an eagle's from miles away see misery
And what many call sheer felicity is confusion
Trace my thoughts and those without faith soon linger
I am visible to those that embrace simplicity
The proud are haunted by life's thunder
Yet camly i reside in doers of humility
Can any one detouch a shadow from a being?
Perhaps make the night morning and morning night?
Or even may be collect numerous stars then hang them on your cieling.
What is impossible to you is inevitable to me,
For i am the son sitted at the right.
They yearn for the world and hunger after desires of flesh
Yet in the end head for destruction
Blood i shade in love sin i forbade
How i long for them to know my ressurection.
KISSES OF NATURE
I glide on a snow white christmas paper orb,
I glisten on a natural fragrance of sizzle,
Rears go forever now calms on a soothy voice of green pasture,
Clear clouds and skies,
A song melody lyrical bold yet to come,
On the stars that handy i posses,
In blue colors and purple,
A squirel in leisure moves
Clop clop clop....
A sensous glow of numbers,
Countless of natures abaundance,
For the sea proves an intricate freshness of gulls.
Waters ebb with grewel,
Dazzle with sun set on.
A horizon smiles at me,
With daffodils on media.
Prospect humors the hand that writes,
Not jesty, lasty by chocolate colour.
Nails trimmed, ever tidy on a clear rainy season.
A sparrow passes past, so swift fly.
I ever know natures romantic
Till talks my heart fill.
I glisten on a natural fragrance of sizzle,
Rears go forever now calms on a soothy voice of green pasture,
Clear clouds and skies,
A song melody lyrical bold yet to come,
On the stars that handy i posses,
In blue colors and purple,
A squirel in leisure moves
Clop clop clop....
A sensous glow of numbers,
Countless of natures abaundance,
For the sea proves an intricate freshness of gulls.
Waters ebb with grewel,
Dazzle with sun set on.
A horizon smiles at me,
With daffodils on media.
Prospect humors the hand that writes,
Not jesty, lasty by chocolate colour.
Nails trimmed, ever tidy on a clear rainy season.
A sparrow passes past, so swift fly.
I ever know natures romantic
Till talks my heart fill.
BORNE OR EBONY
Dear soul that dwells amongst serpents
Hast thou no sight?
Have the times merry washed away all truth?
Is yesterday's thorn not enough?
Your blood tears fill the skies
Yet that smile you wear
You say you are strong
Who then carries the weight of your burdened heart?
You say it will be okay
Yet past salts haunt thou fate
Is it you masked in thick skin?
For the heat of close faces slowly melt
And the ice that was once firm
Is washed in memories whose legs grow not weary
Dear soul
You say you have those you call dear
Yet they but bear knives
You shake hands with clowns
Who batter your dreams
Is it your mind or heart that deems you weak?
I pray for dear soul
When the moon passes by
And you choose to bite the hand that feeds you
Bite the other
For ebony will be re- born
And only the blind will see.
Hast thou no sight?
Have the times merry washed away all truth?
Is yesterday's thorn not enough?
Your blood tears fill the skies
Yet that smile you wear
You say you are strong
Who then carries the weight of your burdened heart?
You say it will be okay
Yet past salts haunt thou fate
Is it you masked in thick skin?
For the heat of close faces slowly melt
And the ice that was once firm
Is washed in memories whose legs grow not weary
Dear soul
You say you have those you call dear
Yet they but bear knives
You shake hands with clowns
Who batter your dreams
Is it your mind or heart that deems you weak?
I pray for dear soul
When the moon passes by
And you choose to bite the hand that feeds you
Bite the other
For ebony will be re- born
And only the blind will see.
EGO ASHES
I mind like an eagle soaring
Yesterday’s sun had but two fangs
One plunging in I skin
The other tearing I heart
Her Rays penetrating beneath I skull
Memory of today’s smile fades
The shadow to whom I belong
Dancing away in moonlight sight
Yesterday
I met her that speaks of the faith
Yet upholds the serpent
Words that proclaim truth
Deeds breed vice
I mind racing like Pharaohs chariots
To whom do I confide I but ask
For mankind is but filled with void
Tomorrow I disown her thoughts
I but look in her eyes
And I fury burns her ego to ashes
Judge me not mortal man
For it is difficult to be loyal
To the one that stabs you on the back
Yesterday’s sun had but two fangs
One plunging in I skin
The other tearing I heart
Her Rays penetrating beneath I skull
Memory of today’s smile fades
The shadow to whom I belong
Dancing away in moonlight sight
Yesterday
I met her that speaks of the faith
Yet upholds the serpent
Words that proclaim truth
Deeds breed vice
I mind racing like Pharaohs chariots
To whom do I confide I but ask
For mankind is but filled with void
Tomorrow I disown her thoughts
I but look in her eyes
And I fury burns her ego to ashes
Judge me not mortal man
For it is difficult to be loyal
To the one that stabs you on the back
SPREADING WINGS
I spread my wings
For you make me feel like the milky way is a second away
I am not scared to fly
For these feelings make me realize you deserve a ring
You are my twin mind
You break all the rules with me
You do not impress me; you arrest me
You do not call me baby; you call me your man
You are not a girl friend; you are my woman
So i pause again and breath
Yes you are poetry that never ending impulse,
You are not just words,
You are me; the unseen that only one can catch.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
WHO ARE YOU
Wewe Ni nani?
I am the ash of my ancestors,
The pieces of gray thoughts,
Stored in caves hanging on rock,
Neighbored by waters.
Wewe Ni nani?
I am the lost tribe,
Unplugged from the exodus,
Of my barbarian genesis
Divided by 19th Century Industrialization
Adopted for railways and farms- working
Baptized with a name new,
Edwin, "the black solid Lou East of Africa,
Son of my Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mothers, Mother
Held by chains on neck and legs
Slaves to the Masters' cooked systems
Enhanced by pale ideologies.
Wewe Ninani?
I am informed,
Decorated with qualifications and skills
Speak English better than my Native tongue
I am taught to improve self
Capitalism with the doctrine of prosperity for I
Dreaming of this Utopia
Whose policies favor those at the top of the structure?
And the equality that is equal to only their need
It is the language that unites i
Thus you see the long pointed nose in every arena of influence
Perhaps the less privileged are less humane
They call me "educated"
Yet I see the oppression of this pedagogy.
Wewe Ni nani?
I am the sperm that fertilized the ovum
Graduated from the meek lonely zygote to fetus
Popped out as a son laughing for oxygen
Shocked and entrained with unfamiliarity’s
Of the world I yet to belong
Through Pampering and diapers nursing,
A parasite suckling and clinging to the nipple of life
Yearning for more and more on end,
To the old prince I am.
Masculine tight hard skin
The weights of generations hang below my high lands
Encroached between the forks of speed,
Traversing the pages to the desire of my seeds
That is me, the man under the eyes of a microscope
Haswa Wewe Ni nani?
I am freedom the voice that speaks
Africa the hand that writes
I am no slave
Simply an artist
That paints with words
(Poem performed at the monthly Azania Experience on the 15th Feb 2012
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