The Former Glory
Among the pillars you firmly stood!
Strong, Unyielding and just as good.
A foundation unto which all men ranked equal.
and in your eyes , every one you treated the same
Or so I thought
Until...
well Untill..the day your tenets demeaned to naught
Your vitues decayed and clot
and for a few pennies you could be skewed and cassually bought
Now your beams keep rotting away
and day by day
it gets hard for me to say
...I knew you!
The Consequenses
How sadness has become a mind's habitual
yielding men as prey
Faith and Hope the subsides into frozen anonymity
While your kind deny its own identity
Falling into the common drift
..A Society's misfit!
To the poor and the legally oppressed
To the souls that cry out seeking recompesse
The Manifest
Your Executive-stained glasses blurs your vision
For you to see the hurt
The wrongs you need revert
To blow the Horn of Truth
You now desert!
Instead..
You cling to your priviledged Masters
Them who hold you as a puppet for the own conniving whims
as the stomachs fill to the brims
The ill-gotten wealth from the public coffers!
The call to Life
I cry out for you My Beloved Justice
I cry to you..
To rise once more and bring Honour to the fore!
To renew your Youth like the dew-kissed dawn
Everyday...
soothing the charred edges amongst us
with the abrasive of your discipline..,
and the guidance of your wisdom!
I cry for the redeeming light
to begin to thaw
your ice-caged , calloused heart
To make you speak a blessing
To whom you had previously sown a curse
To spur the change
And bring to Life a Hope we've long envisaged!
The Dream we have of you
Then your healing Fountain will trickle down its waters
and cleanse the tarnished ground onto which we stand
Begin to Charter
The Template that paves unto us another..
The Citizens' Right!
Everyone's Requisite!
Justice for All
Equal among All!
I cry out for you My Beloved Justice!
-END-
(jazz..)
based primarily on the theme "HAKI" to feature on the monthly arts n poetry forum "WaPI"
on march 10th at British council at Upper Hill form 10am-3pm.
Entrance is Free!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
The Purpose-Star*
(the morning of 25th january 2005..)
Light succumbed my soul
My mind's imagination then spunned outta control
The darkness that disguised my goal
was crushed underneath my foot's sole
And Lo,
The beginning; The end locked together in embrace
and as one ..
they became one in thine mixing bowl
the dough then concetrated
translated
and the revelation began to crawl
deep into my heart
(the late afternoon on 27th january 2007)
The story that was seldom told
suddenly begins to unfold
and there...
(pause)
I behold
(with awesome wonder)
The moment
The rewarding present
Mine truly reminiscent
The purpose-star*
-END-
(jazz..)
Light succumbed my soul
My mind's imagination then spunned outta control
The darkness that disguised my goal
was crushed underneath my foot's sole
And Lo,
The beginning; The end locked together in embrace
and as one ..
they became one in thine mixing bowl
the dough then concetrated
translated
and the revelation began to crawl
deep into my heart
(the late afternoon on 27th january 2007)
The story that was seldom told
suddenly begins to unfold
and there...
(pause)
I behold
(with awesome wonder)
The moment
The rewarding present
Mine truly reminiscent
The purpose-star*
-END-
(jazz..)
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Where Eagles Soar
(This is an excert from Jamie Buckingham book "where eagles soar".)
"...Yet God never puts a desire in our heart or beckon us to walk on water ,unless He intends for us to step out in Faith and at least make the attempt.
Whether we archieve or not is almost immaterial , the passing of the test lies in whether we try , in whether we are willing to be obedient to the inner call to greatness-The onward call to spiritual adventure.."
-very nice!
God bless al you all my beloved friends!
-jazz-
from a cyber in buru
"...Yet God never puts a desire in our heart or beckon us to walk on water ,unless He intends for us to step out in Faith and at least make the attempt.
Whether we archieve or not is almost immaterial , the passing of the test lies in whether we try , in whether we are willing to be obedient to the inner call to greatness-The onward call to spiritual adventure.."
-very nice!
God bless al you all my beloved friends!
-jazz-
from a cyber in buru
On That Day...
On that day..
when the wind will go silent
and the sun melts in its sky's socket
On that day...
when roses shall loose their scent
and the seas dry up and forsake its waters
Yes, On that day..
when the rainbow shall turn gray
and the midnite stars refuse to shine
when the birds will deny their song
and the morning , with all her bright , shall decline
On that day..
when the moon behind the clouds wil hide, disenchated
and the sands of time will blow away with reckless abandon
when winter , summer, autumn, and spring
shall despise their duty calls
and some shall get to little and little to none
On that day..
will my love for you greatly abound
and my eyes shall pierce into yours
and gaze into your soul
and on it will i see the reflection of our bond
the promise I made to God and before men,
that you are my girl
and forever to love you always!
-END-
(Jazz..)
*Reprinted as @ 1/11/06
when the wind will go silent
and the sun melts in its sky's socket
On that day...
when roses shall loose their scent
and the seas dry up and forsake its waters
Yes, On that day..
when the rainbow shall turn gray
and the midnite stars refuse to shine
when the birds will deny their song
and the morning , with all her bright , shall decline
On that day..
when the moon behind the clouds wil hide, disenchated
and the sands of time will blow away with reckless abandon
when winter , summer, autumn, and spring
shall despise their duty calls
and some shall get to little and little to none
On that day..
will my love for you greatly abound
and my eyes shall pierce into yours
and gaze into your soul
and on it will i see the reflection of our bond
the promise I made to God and before men,
that you are my girl
and forever to love you always!
-END-
(Jazz..)
*Reprinted as @ 1/11/06
Sunday, February 11, 2007
DESIRE!
Desire of the touch/
gentle and serene or as such/
Desire just as great/
driving force in my quest/
taste of its sweetness/
or seek it while in your bitter state/
Desire just as good as its prior/
Only now that its pure/
For sure, The desire I long/
The desire in me still strong/
You wouldn't tell/
You can never smell/
I loose it then i'm an empty shell/
This desire; burning like fire/
Always growing for the higher/
I know I can't let it go/
For the deeper I sink,The larger it grows/
My desire to touch that star/
to be that dream/
My desire and nothing more/
Desire of thine heart...!
-end-
(jazz..)
gentle and serene or as such/
Desire just as great/
driving force in my quest/
taste of its sweetness/
or seek it while in your bitter state/
Desire just as good as its prior/
Only now that its pure/
For sure, The desire I long/
The desire in me still strong/
You wouldn't tell/
You can never smell/
I loose it then i'm an empty shell/
This desire; burning like fire/
Always growing for the higher/
I know I can't let it go/
For the deeper I sink,The larger it grows/
My desire to touch that star/
to be that dream/
My desire and nothing more/
Desire of thine heart...!
-end-
(jazz..)
Life's Rubies!
The Fragrance of Peace
that spreads like wildfire
sparkling flames of truce
rekindling tolerance in the souls
of the hurting; blows just as once
then from a distance ...comes;
The Sight of love
The precipice to mine heart's content
An enchatment coming true
To whom, I choose to be an open protocol
pouring down like desert rain
draining away the solitude
and with it; the sound beckons...
The Sound of Hope
streaminmg in like a thousand galloping horses
carrying the infinite message
restoring flesh to them dying bones
and in the twinkle of an eye
Life renews itself!
It always does.
And were thereby arbsorbed with...
The Touch of Time
once more, like an encore
giving us the second chance
to redeem our fading song, with
a dance...
Then they wish to stay & sometimes we let them leave
I pray this time I get to keep
these charming,freely given Life rubies!
as they are hard to come by and so precious to loose!
-END-
(jazz..)
that spreads like wildfire
sparkling flames of truce
rekindling tolerance in the souls
of the hurting; blows just as once
then from a distance ...comes;
The Sight of love
The precipice to mine heart's content
An enchatment coming true
To whom, I choose to be an open protocol
pouring down like desert rain
draining away the solitude
and with it; the sound beckons...
The Sound of Hope
streaminmg in like a thousand galloping horses
carrying the infinite message
restoring flesh to them dying bones
and in the twinkle of an eye
Life renews itself!
It always does.
And were thereby arbsorbed with...
The Touch of Time
once more, like an encore
giving us the second chance
to redeem our fading song, with
a dance...
Then they wish to stay & sometimes we let them leave
I pray this time I get to keep
these charming,freely given Life rubies!
as they are hard to come by and so precious to loose!
-END-
(jazz..)
Friday, February 2, 2007
DestinyDom:'Let my People go'
Destinydom:waitin',Anticipatin'
Praisin'
The revelation to them then commence
Them who deluded to my very existence
Now cursing my actions claiming they weren't civil?
But who's to deny I lived medevial
and in His time , nothing's trivial!
Destinydom:For me now awaits
so turn over to a new page
and loose the rage
I'm the bird that flew from its prison cage
I gave you all the clues
Heck, I even clothed in black
but your light would'nt shine enough
to ease the dark for you to se my tracks
Now I understand...
I wasn't a dilemna
to you, just an enigma!
Destinydom:Waitin' , Anticipatin'.
End of part 2
Praisin'
The revelation to them then commence
Them who deluded to my very existence
Now cursing my actions claiming they weren't civil?
But who's to deny I lived medevial
and in His time , nothing's trivial!
Destinydom:For me now awaits
so turn over to a new page
and loose the rage
I'm the bird that flew from its prison cage
I gave you all the clues
Heck, I even clothed in black
but your light would'nt shine enough
to ease the dark for you to se my tracks
Now I understand...
I wasn't a dilemna
to you, just an enigma!
Destinydom:Waitin' , Anticipatin'.
End of part 2
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Destinydom:A few hours and counting..
Destinydom: a few hours and counting..
Fantasizing..
cradledom has but long envisaged
a protagonist's triumph
in his life-paradigm's play
However nondescript
Desire still stood;despite the delay!
The remnants of a wish
The treasure of a promise
The Prompt in the blessing
Commensurate of a Father's love to his child
Destinydom:a few hours and counting..
End of Part 1
Fantasizing..
cradledom has but long envisaged
a protagonist's triumph
in his life-paradigm's play
However nondescript
Desire still stood;despite the delay!
The remnants of a wish
The treasure of a promise
The Prompt in the blessing
Commensurate of a Father's love to his child
Destinydom:a few hours and counting..
End of Part 1
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Proverbs..the gikuyu way..
This served as an appetiser to mine eyes...if only i could talk gikuyu fluently..
Gikuyu proverbs...
Angîmîtuîria na ûmîrîte ndangîmîona rikiî.
He who seeks his goat with the man who ate it, is certain not to find it.
Gakunywo kagîra thooko
The fool takes many people with him.
Kîrimû gîa gwîkîgia kîrûgîte kîa mûciarîre
He who feigns to be stupid is more stupid than the stupidborn.
Kûrita nî kûru
It is bad to be a fool.
Mbugi ndîkîrîte mûriha
The bell needs its tongue.(In this proverb the word “bell” means “woman”, and “tongue” means “man.”
more from where this came from. Sass out Uhuru's blog
kikuyumoja's realm..
The right path!
Take a solemn minute of silent and intrude my worldIngenuity and Ignorance seems to be taking the same path
In chosing patience to understand the mystery
I tend to encourage ignorance yet I have to be patient.hmmm..
Ingeniuty comes from within and should I be keen ,
It will manifest and its product be seen
The pedestal to purpose, the tune to my music , the key to prosperity ,the strength to will
The price to pay..for seeking deeper onto myself ;Everyday
It all lies there to be discovered, exposed and thus explored.
Yet my world keeps turning, taking with it precious minutes ne'er to be seen again
With a fight, my purpose shall I attain for I believe I have everything in me to archieve
and be all I am meant to be.
I choose the path to Ingenuity!
*reprinted
(as written on 30/01/05 as @11.56 pm)
Friday, January 26, 2007
Let Love Be..
U.N.I.T.Y is all we need.
L.O.V.E be what we give.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T should we all grant to one another.
The cry of a bereaved one is hard to comfort.
The genuine thing I can do is be there for them in their time of sorrow;
Somehow be an extension of hope for the better 'morrow
and thus letting the touch of peace reighn and with it..
Let love be what it was meant to be.Love!
The memory of a lost soul can never be erased.
Their spirit and legacy is left forever with us
binding me among the rest of us who remain with a social responsibility;
Let love be what it was meant to be.Love!
I reflect upon the empty spaces left void for me to fill.
Forever, always be with me;
I condemn the killing of precious lives
spewing of innocent blood in a pledge of honour
for a political gain on a misguided righteous template.
why?
I cry for Love to cascade thru our hearts of stone
Were all brothers and sisters
together
In U.N.I.T.Y
In L.O.V.E
With R.E.S.P.E.C.T
*reprinted
(as written on 7/8/05 as @12 pm)
(in loving memory of the 7th august 1998 bomb blasts victims ,their families and friends.We love you.Always in my heart.)
L.O.V.E be what we give.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T should we all grant to one another.
The cry of a bereaved one is hard to comfort.
The genuine thing I can do is be there for them in their time of sorrow;
Somehow be an extension of hope for the better 'morrow
and thus letting the touch of peace reighn and with it..
Let love be what it was meant to be.Love!
The memory of a lost soul can never be erased.
Their spirit and legacy is left forever with us
binding me among the rest of us who remain with a social responsibility;
Let love be what it was meant to be.Love!
I reflect upon the empty spaces left void for me to fill.
Forever, always be with me;
I condemn the killing of precious lives
spewing of innocent blood in a pledge of honour
for a political gain on a misguided righteous template.
why?
I cry for Love to cascade thru our hearts of stone
Were all brothers and sisters
together
In U.N.I.T.Y
In L.O.V.E
With R.E.S.P.E.C.T
*reprinted
(as written on 7/8/05 as @12 pm)
(in loving memory of the 7th august 1998 bomb blasts victims ,their families and friends.We love you.Always in my heart.)
FAITH
Faith is a strange phenomenon.
All I ever wanted to know is the body and character of Faith.
It keeps me guessing with anxiety weighing heavy in my heart
I've been perplexed beyong measure, shaken beyond belief
All the while, I trod along the dotted lines of ignorance.
Faith is a silent Teacher.
The invisible friend I try to comprehend.
She teaches out aloud yet doesnt utter a word
Rebukes severly but I'm yet to see her chastising rod
She runs that school inside our heads and hearts.
I am still one of her students so I write...
Faith is a prudent rewarder.
If you can let your heart concieve and your mind believe,
Faith lets you to archieve and thus recieve
A bag of blessings with your name careully etched on it!
But... one thing you have to do..I don't know it yet.
For now,Just Believe!
*reprinted
(as written on 7/08/05)
All I ever wanted to know is the body and character of Faith.
It keeps me guessing with anxiety weighing heavy in my heart
I've been perplexed beyong measure, shaken beyond belief
All the while, I trod along the dotted lines of ignorance.
Faith is a silent Teacher.
The invisible friend I try to comprehend.
She teaches out aloud yet doesnt utter a word
Rebukes severly but I'm yet to see her chastising rod
She runs that school inside our heads and hearts.
I am still one of her students so I write...
Faith is a prudent rewarder.
If you can let your heart concieve and your mind believe,
Faith lets you to archieve and thus recieve
A bag of blessings with your name careully etched on it!
But... one thing you have to do..I don't know it yet.
For now,Just Believe!
*reprinted
(as written on 7/08/05)
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Indispensable should we all aim to be with one another
A strength in time of need, intruding each other world with radiant smiles
and thus shaming the unwarranted melancholy with ease.
Day by day be a shining compliment to each other;
caring aloud by being the petals of our element;Trust!
as we let the roots run deep
to solidify the bond of our love.Our character!
the fruit of which never dies.
I be to you and you to me the golden flower. My friend!
Unprecedented token of laughter; hugs and kisses,
not forgetting the kind admonition when we go wrong
All these while we remain comfortable in our own skin.
Black or White but as friends we cant help but unite
The world is ours so let our love pour!
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
*reprinted
(as written on 7/08/05)
A strength in time of need, intruding each other world with radiant smiles
and thus shaming the unwarranted melancholy with ease.
Day by day be a shining compliment to each other;
caring aloud by being the petals of our element;Trust!
as we let the roots run deep
to solidify the bond of our love.Our character!
the fruit of which never dies.
I be to you and you to me the golden flower. My friend!
Unprecedented token of laughter; hugs and kisses,
not forgetting the kind admonition when we go wrong
All these while we remain comfortable in our own skin.
Black or White but as friends we cant help but unite
The world is ours so let our love pour!
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
*reprinted
(as written on 7/08/05)
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Fools!
Fools
running, battling,
schemed mission
skewed vision
yellin' and incitin'
and in their delirium
their bosses shall lie
die
with laughter
scorn and mock
as they watch the fools go up in smoke
the zeal of fools
monetarily-appeased
shall they run with tools
a mind diseased!
ignorance reeking from their nostrils
wisdom i'll pray they instill
these fools
but its that time of the year
the polluticians
hurriedly beckon in fear
of loosing their power
positions and dispositions
they've been dreaming and wielding
shall they turn to the fools
the youthful fools
to be their voice
by choice
as they sit and gloat
to their plans devout
wishing the fools will swing the votes
these crazy polluticians..
then shall they rejoice
grining from ear to ear
along with their peers
as they cast off the fools
some of whom shall die for this stupid cause
yet no remorse will they show
for the fools
the ignorant fools
the blinded fools...
whom they used and abused
when the dust settles
in early 2008!
this aint no debate..
i'm trying to propagate
so don't hate!
just relate..
and please ..
I beseech of you
Don't be a fool!
-END-
(jazz..)
inspired by mwafrika @ the WaPI concert.
running, battling,
schemed mission
skewed vision
yellin' and incitin'
and in their delirium
their bosses shall lie
die
with laughter
scorn and mock
as they watch the fools go up in smoke
the zeal of fools
monetarily-appeased
shall they run with tools
a mind diseased!
ignorance reeking from their nostrils
wisdom i'll pray they instill
these fools
but its that time of the year
the polluticians
hurriedly beckon in fear
of loosing their power
positions and dispositions
they've been dreaming and wielding
shall they turn to the fools
the youthful fools
to be their voice
by choice
as they sit and gloat
to their plans devout
wishing the fools will swing the votes
these crazy polluticians..
then shall they rejoice
grining from ear to ear
along with their peers
as they cast off the fools
some of whom shall die for this stupid cause
yet no remorse will they show
for the fools
the ignorant fools
the blinded fools...
whom they used and abused
when the dust settles
in early 2008!
this aint no debate..
i'm trying to propagate
so don't hate!
just relate..
and please ..
I beseech of you
Don't be a fool!
-END-
(jazz..)
inspired by mwafrika @ the WaPI concert.
Monday, January 22, 2007
WaPI aRTS N' grAFFitI concert-The Lowdown
This was an event like no other!
I was honoured to be among my kind.The sun peering its rays down blessing us with the art of light .
Mwafrika,formerly of Y-FM and Buddha Blaze did an excellent job as the MC's.
I was thrilled by the young underground cats and poetic acts that graced the event and particularly humbled by the 10 year old spitting queen, volcano! I need to see this girl and her crew on a grand stage somewhere!
Hiphop was vividly represented by seasoned mc's like juliani,doobiez,kenyanna and the emerging duo of lethal dynamic and point blank,ukoo flani mau mau,Odero,among others.i'm not a hip hop cat but dude... Msanii was also lauded in absentia.Hey devant vous! wherest are thou?
Veteran spoken word poet,Njeri , Kenyanpoet:did a piece on "mwanainchi",the theme of the day ,and at some point in her poem she marvelled ".sasa mimi mwana chini ama mwananchi/Mimi mwana chizi ama mwananchi?/Wewe mwana chache ama mwananchi.. .." in ironical reference to the belittled commoners; while at the same time praising their contribution and importance to the larger society.Big Up Njeri!
Another poet ,a Kenyan residing in canada, Ian Kamau, graced the stage and rendered the Youthful and picturesque poetic pieces "Rhythm" and "Joy" that got the skin out of me and the revellers alike.. literaly.Watch out for this cat too.
Open mic session was beehived with battling hip hop mc's but some how I managed to do my theme piece "Be the voice" much to my chagrin; well,since i let myself "down" by reciting the poem from a piece of paper.I plan to memorize all my poems next time.
Grafitti and visual artists were not to be left behind as they injected life to the melancholic ,whitely dazed British council (the venue) walls thru aerosolic interpretation of african nationalism and unity! I'll be looking for those grafiti photos to blog here. watch this space.
Finally, I need also mention the contribution of G.H.E.T.T.O naratist,Biko who informed us on the importance of arts and culture.He also informed us that ghetto simply meant "getting higher education to teach others" */lol*. Plus ,djibril ,The stand up comedian was very appealing to the participants and attendees with his wit and humour. Though he can do better with less profanity next time.
Worthy of note is the fact that the Kenyan Art Scene is growing and improving for the better so to all artists out there,keep the fire burning. In addition, the world social forum delegates in attendance were not ,at any one moment, let down by the show!
The next WaPI (words and pictures) arts expo and concert will be held on February 10th 2007.
I was honoured to be among my kind.The sun peering its rays down blessing us with the art of light .
Mwafrika,formerly of Y-FM and Buddha Blaze did an excellent job as the MC's.
I was thrilled by the young underground cats and poetic acts that graced the event and particularly humbled by the 10 year old spitting queen, volcano! I need to see this girl and her crew on a grand stage somewhere!
Hiphop was vividly represented by seasoned mc's like juliani,doobiez,kenyanna and the emerging duo of lethal dynamic and point blank,ukoo flani mau mau,Odero,among others.i'm not a hip hop cat but dude... Msanii was also lauded in absentia.Hey devant vous! wherest are thou?
Veteran spoken word poet,Njeri , Kenyanpoet:did a piece on "mwanainchi",the theme of the day ,and at some point in her poem she marvelled ".sasa mimi mwana chini ama mwananchi/Mimi mwana chizi ama mwananchi?/Wewe mwana chache ama mwananchi.. .." in ironical reference to the belittled commoners; while at the same time praising their contribution and importance to the larger society.Big Up Njeri!
Another poet ,a Kenyan residing in canada, Ian Kamau, graced the stage and rendered the Youthful and picturesque poetic pieces "Rhythm" and "Joy" that got the skin out of me and the revellers alike.. literaly.Watch out for this cat too.
Open mic session was beehived with battling hip hop mc's but some how I managed to do my theme piece "Be the voice" much to my chagrin; well,since i let myself "down" by reciting the poem from a piece of paper.I plan to memorize all my poems next time.
Grafitti and visual artists were not to be left behind as they injected life to the melancholic ,whitely dazed British council (the venue) walls thru aerosolic interpretation of african nationalism and unity! I'll be looking for those grafiti photos to blog here. watch this space.
Finally, I need also mention the contribution of G.H.E.T.T.O naratist,Biko who informed us on the importance of arts and culture.He also informed us that ghetto simply meant "getting higher education to teach others" */lol*. Plus ,djibril ,The stand up comedian was very appealing to the participants and attendees with his wit and humour. Though he can do better with less profanity next time.
Worthy of note is the fact that the Kenyan Art Scene is growing and improving for the better so to all artists out there,keep the fire burning. In addition, the world social forum delegates in attendance were not ,at any one moment, let down by the show!
The next WaPI (words and pictures) arts expo and concert will be held on February 10th 2007.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Why Goodbye?
Why should we say goodbye?
are we earthly plants that come and die?
Why the do we believe the lie?
That tells us we should'nt give it just one more try?
Like oiled hands to a white linen
You sure left a mark on my heart
the first time that I saw you and I wished we'd never part.
But life has its own subtle way of tearing people apart
now your gone..
memories' blown
misery now's fully grown
why goodbye?
I've keep longing the touch of your hand
how our fingers used to intwine perfectly into each other
the warmth of the bond we shared
and we understood
our destiny would be good..
now I sit here, wishing of you, your unique scent
why u said goodbye...
when the gift love was meant to live forever.
why goodbye? Then,
why goodbye?
just cast it off and let it fly?
the chance of having you as my wife
I could, in my life
now i put onto paper this lousy ,bitter poem
The piece of you that I held
washed down into the obscured, estranged stream
vanished into the moon's pale beam
and now you are just a dream
since you've left
I still ask
why goodbye?
-END-
based on a true story.I will miss you girl.
(jazz..)
are we earthly plants that come and die?
Why the do we believe the lie?
That tells us we should'nt give it just one more try?
Like oiled hands to a white linen
You sure left a mark on my heart
the first time that I saw you and I wished we'd never part.
But life has its own subtle way of tearing people apart
now your gone..
memories' blown
misery now's fully grown
why goodbye?
I've keep longing the touch of your hand
how our fingers used to intwine perfectly into each other
the warmth of the bond we shared
and we understood
our destiny would be good..
now I sit here, wishing of you, your unique scent
why u said goodbye...
when the gift love was meant to live forever.
why goodbye? Then,
why goodbye?
just cast it off and let it fly?
the chance of having you as my wife
I could, in my life
now i put onto paper this lousy ,bitter poem
The piece of you that I held
washed down into the obscured, estranged stream
vanished into the moon's pale beam
and now you are just a dream
since you've left
I still ask
why goodbye?
-END-
based on a true story.I will miss you girl.
(jazz..)
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Quintessence of a woman!
The woman you are!
The cornerstone of human rhythm,
and the substance of passion,
beauty finds her soul in your loving embrace
yet your balance your hectic world with such matchless grace!
The woman you are!
The cornerstone of human rhythm,
and the substance of passion,
beauty finds her soul in your loving embrace
yet your balance your hectic world with such matchless grace!
The woman you are!
Woman you are!
when you hold me in your bosom
as an infant, a baby, and you feed me
I'm a young boy, you tutor me and i've grown..
still there beside me, unrelenting, to the man i'm meant to be.
The woman you are!
Woman you are!
The voice of an imprisoned dream,
The strength to a burdened heart,
The smile that lights up a thousand faces,
The stride that claims you the spaces to own them places
The mother,the daughter of zion,the lover!
The woman you are!
A child borne of a rib!
A paradox of unparalled measure!
An enchantment of feminine granduer!
The woman you are!
-END-
(jazz..)
when you hold me in your bosom
as an infant, a baby, and you feed me
I'm a young boy, you tutor me and i've grown..
still there beside me, unrelenting, to the man i'm meant to be.
The woman you are!
Woman you are!
The voice of an imprisoned dream,
The strength to a burdened heart,
The smile that lights up a thousand faces,
The stride that claims you the spaces to own them places
The mother,the daughter of zion,the lover!
The woman you are!
A child borne of a rib!
A paradox of unparalled measure!
An enchantment of feminine granduer!
The woman you are!
-END-
(jazz..)
I too got tagged ... by the AlphaQuadman!
In carrying on with the same theme by the tagful mentalacrobatics...
Here are 5 things you didn't know about me:
1) I fear birds.seriously.I am a bird-o-phorbic! if theres a word like that.I am among the few,incredibly rare species left .It stems from when i was like "this high", and my village aunt came visiting with a pig-sized cockerel;in her self instilled annual let-him-hold-the-bird-by-the-feet toughning me up process,that my mum allowed her to indulge without a word,the bird jerked furiously and its claws dug into my tender hands!--(FYI,i poisoned the bird the next day)--
Ever since, i've hated and avoided live chicken,turkeys,eagles,vultures ;you name it.At least im man enough up to admit this,since ,well, were living in the metrosexual-male infested society who go for facials,manicure,the works..though categorically i aint one of them.
2) I'll do anything to make sure I have the crust (of the bread).Its never availiable nowadays thanks to the evolution of sliced bread in the early nineties.I did'nt switch to cereals as they never satisfy my morning hunger.How good the old days were....>>
3)I'm generally ashamed especially after you have visited someone and you have to leave, im asked "ahhh why are you leaving so soon..?","please stay, supper is almost ready.."hey don't they know thats the reason you are leaving..*lol(sorry Peggy,I heard you became a good cook)*lol
4)I hate beans!I hate beans! I hate beans!-don't ask me why..they have a tendency of scaring any human being standing within a radius of a metre or further from me whilst making faces at me.I heard its their(beans) natural digestive way to indicate to you and those close to you that your stomach organs are fully functional...I STILL HATE BEANS!
5)I once was told by my primary school sweetheart that the best kissers,men that is, are obsessed with their ears.Enough said! Mythical or not, You can't convince me otherwise.
tagged:
PunditZone.The REAL soccer pundits - to our fans, remember,even doves cry.
Muki garang- I'd love to see a seasoned poet take on this.
Lauryn hill blog- i still believe i will marry her..aint she stil a knockout?:)
same here, if you read this and laughed consider urself "tagged" too.
Here are 5 things you didn't know about me:
1) I fear birds.seriously.I am a bird-o-phorbic! if theres a word like that.I am among the few,incredibly rare species left .It stems from when i was like "this high", and my village aunt came visiting with a pig-sized cockerel;in her self instilled annual let-him-hold-the-bird-by-the-feet toughning me up process,that my mum allowed her to indulge without a word,the bird jerked furiously and its claws dug into my tender hands!--(FYI,i poisoned the bird the next day)--
Ever since, i've hated and avoided live chicken,turkeys,eagles,vultures ;you name it.At least im man enough up to admit this,since ,well, were living in the metrosexual-male infested society who go for facials,manicure,the works..though categorically i aint one of them.
2) I'll do anything to make sure I have the crust (of the bread).Its never availiable nowadays thanks to the evolution of sliced bread in the early nineties.I did'nt switch to cereals as they never satisfy my morning hunger.How good the old days were....>>
3)I'm generally ashamed especially after you have visited someone and you have to leave, im asked "ahhh why are you leaving so soon..?","please stay, supper is almost ready.."hey don't they know thats the reason you are leaving..*lol(sorry Peggy,I heard you became a good cook)*lol
4)I hate beans!I hate beans! I hate beans!-don't ask me why..they have a tendency of scaring any human being standing within a radius of a metre or further from me whilst making faces at me.I heard its their(beans) natural digestive way to indicate to you and those close to you that your stomach organs are fully functional...I STILL HATE BEANS!
5)I once was told by my primary school sweetheart that the best kissers,men that is, are obsessed with their ears.Enough said! Mythical or not, You can't convince me otherwise.
tagged:
PunditZone.The REAL soccer pundits - to our fans, remember,even doves cry.
Muki garang- I'd love to see a seasoned poet take on this.
Lauryn hill blog- i still believe i will marry her..aint she stil a knockout?:)
same here, if you read this and laughed consider urself "tagged" too.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Perfect imperfections!
The young zulu boy responded...
"Dont look at me in dismay.
curses dont beleague my land as you claim to say!
with pride..
i still devout to my pilgrim's way
I wonder,who best to know
that beyond the scorching sun
the traditions of my earthly clan
hope has a home
in the heart of this african son!
who sees through
the perfect imperfections".
The ostrasized blue-eyed mexican girl added...
"They looked at me with sorrow
But they didn't know of my tommorow
Denied me the books
cast me among the crooks
but my dream still held on to the hook
and with my looks
i graced the covers
travelled the world all over
a model like no other.
who could have guessed
with all my success..lay
my perfect imperfections".
The orphaned jewish twins continued..
"They took our parents from us
undignified bloodbath that prevailed at a cost
killed away love but not the purpose
we prevailed the Great Holocaust
the hate.The confusion.
but now the sun shines
building hope like the wall to the vine
a divine design!
we are alive
and we made through..
our perfect imperfections.
(to be continued..)
i've lost ideas..help!!
"Dont look at me in dismay.
curses dont beleague my land as you claim to say!
with pride..
i still devout to my pilgrim's way
I wonder,who best to know
that beyond the scorching sun
the traditions of my earthly clan
hope has a home
in the heart of this african son!
who sees through
the perfect imperfections".
The ostrasized blue-eyed mexican girl added...
"They looked at me with sorrow
But they didn't know of my tommorow
Denied me the books
cast me among the crooks
but my dream still held on to the hook
and with my looks
i graced the covers
travelled the world all over
a model like no other.
who could have guessed
with all my success..lay
my perfect imperfections".
The orphaned jewish twins continued..
"They took our parents from us
undignified bloodbath that prevailed at a cost
killed away love but not the purpose
we prevailed the Great Holocaust
the hate.The confusion.
but now the sun shines
building hope like the wall to the vine
a divine design!
we are alive
and we made through..
our perfect imperfections.
(to be continued..)
i've lost ideas..help!!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Be the voice!-a poem on sanctity.
(I lost the initial,original copy of this poem as i did not save it...i wrote this one ,much of it changed and different ,but still kept the theme..)
lesson learnt:NEVER,EVER FAIL TO SAVE YOUR PIECES FIRST!!!!
BE THE VOICE
pleasurable pain.
with it the feign.
the chills and the nigglings
the soft whispers; the random hands
Uncharacteristic bellows ;in agony; in appeasement
they indulge
to purge of the scorn and scoff of their peers
to fulfill the media's petulant intimidation
as if to chastise the lies long held in their memory
a wish they keenly , hurriedly want realised
in the moment, sanctity is blemished
Destiny's demised.
in a minute, or two, or three, the love turns to curse
and then worse..
who cares for this dying generation?
who values those of its kindred?
Them who have no boundary to their limits
with a passion that knows one master.
Disaster!
ignorantly they jump,
hurriedly they bump,
and arrogantly they dump!
them who don't percieve
the doom behind the grief
Of a broken heart,
Of a dillusional society,
Of an orphaned child ,
Of an incubate dream,
Of a reality after the bliss ,
A disease without cure.
who shall light the path?
where's the city on a hill?
they seek the evading gold plated will
justifying their errant misdemeanors claiming its an achilles heel'
Please!
cease this modern day slavery
and unto this idiosyncrasy..
Stomp!
There's more to life than this!
who shall teach those of their ilk?
if only,curb the hazardous leak.
who shall rekindle the smouldering wick?
do we hide inside our impermeable fortress or open the knowledge floodgates?
do we let the graves posses their fate?
as we gossip and envy them in hate?
avoiding our responsibility in dubious haste?
I think not.
I will not.
I choose to be among the voices
I choose to let discipline triumph over desire
to seek and inquire
if only to inspire
learn and share
to all and sundry;anyone who gives a care..
consequences and lessons left to me to bear...
that there's more to life than these
for to life devious temptations
there's a God-laid foundation
an anchor's preservation
To always remind myself
to heed the voice
keep the voice
and
be the voice!
-END-
(jazz..)
lesson learnt:NEVER,EVER FAIL TO SAVE YOUR PIECES FIRST!!!!
BE THE VOICE
pleasurable pain.
with it the feign.
the chills and the nigglings
the soft whispers; the random hands
Uncharacteristic bellows ;in agony; in appeasement
they indulge
to purge of the scorn and scoff of their peers
to fulfill the media's petulant intimidation
as if to chastise the lies long held in their memory
a wish they keenly , hurriedly want realised
in the moment, sanctity is blemished
Destiny's demised.
in a minute, or two, or three, the love turns to curse
and then worse..
who cares for this dying generation?
who values those of its kindred?
Them who have no boundary to their limits
with a passion that knows one master.
Disaster!
ignorantly they jump,
hurriedly they bump,
and arrogantly they dump!
them who don't percieve
the doom behind the grief
Of a broken heart,
Of a dillusional society,
Of an orphaned child ,
Of an incubate dream,
Of a reality after the bliss ,
A disease without cure.
who shall light the path?
where's the city on a hill?
they seek the evading gold plated will
justifying their errant misdemeanors claiming its an achilles heel'
Please!
cease this modern day slavery
and unto this idiosyncrasy..
Stomp!
There's more to life than this!
who shall teach those of their ilk?
if only,curb the hazardous leak.
who shall rekindle the smouldering wick?
do we hide inside our impermeable fortress or open the knowledge floodgates?
do we let the graves posses their fate?
as we gossip and envy them in hate?
avoiding our responsibility in dubious haste?
I think not.
I will not.
I choose to be among the voices
I choose to let discipline triumph over desire
to seek and inquire
if only to inspire
learn and share
to all and sundry;anyone who gives a care..
consequences and lessons left to me to bear...
that there's more to life than these
for to life devious temptations
there's a God-laid foundation
an anchor's preservation
To always remind myself
to heed the voice
keep the voice
and
be the voice!
-END-
(jazz..)
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