JANUARY 13: LAUGHTER

How can it not be
that our happiness intrinsically ties

to the laughter of innocence

slipping thru' the tenderness
of those supple vocals

staggered words uttered
in ridiculous imitation

rolling in defiance of all
all but limited linguistic limitations

two seasons of welcome
to this, our world Naimah

to laugh and cry in equality of blissful measure

blood is but liquid life
and the feeling?
this is eternal
we found bliss not just in breathless materialism

but in the joyful, infant rhythm of your beautiful small heart

two steps for two seasons
laugh on Naimah
the universe takes note.

© January 2016

SUNSHINE

Silence flows through
this cacophony of love
a shared existence
in life's twisted terrains

words fail
sometimes...

yet to know
that you may never know
is sheer sad-ity

thunder strikes
sometimes...

you're here as you are
calm and celebrated
joyous whirlwind
shake me now
shake me forever

floods rage
sometimes...

unbowed
Naimah smiles
for her beautiful mother

the sun?
the sun shines

© November 2015

FREEDOM AS BONDAGE

@sayafrica:
If the spark is gone
don't hurt yourself more
trying to be nice
cut me adrift like ice.

@Sangodala:
If you had cut me adrift
in error of judgement
uncertain of the spark
or its presence
confuse me no more
chase not my now receding shadow.

@sayafrica:
Am no eunuch
to be auctioned
nor alsatian
but a Spartan
the bullet to my body
or the pitchfork
to my head

@Sangodala:
You're child
of no lesser goddess
this now i confirm
if the Rubicon you must cross
let it not be to Waterloo
where Napoleon now rests!

@sayafrica:
Like Noah to Ararat
i too my must arrive
at a safe haven
far from the havoc.

© November 2015

EDEN

How could it be,
should it be
that i am so swiftly cured of this
my present affliction
when here i am
still laid prostrate
waiting for the beauty of your voice
to serenade my tired frame
to sweet nothingness

how then can i?

Mhhh... i write from the heart
that my words may cure your affliction
where you lie prostrate
even as i find my voice
to rejuvenate your tired frame
to pure blissfulness

ooooh my words!


You are a child of the gods
chosen for your maturity
primed for the ultimate sacrifice
your sins could be forgiven
hasten then to grant passage
to the innermost sanctums
so that my light may shine
thru' the darkest  crevices
and so dissolve the cobwebs
of reluctant resistance

or didn't i hear you say the coast was clear, once?

© October 2015

LISTofSHAME

Ooh God of All Creations,
please look after the clowns
that run our public affairs
that their buffoonery may not sink
the dreams of a generation
but deliver us from the HASHTACracy

bless this our land and nation
fatten those that steal our inheritance
and burst the bellies of the digitally-corrupt
may you hasten their delivery
to the cold concrete slabs of high-end morgues

justice be our shield and defender
not their eating-without-out surrender
govern our appetite to elect ushenzi
and shield them from all accountability

may we dwell in chosen consequences
embrace the birth-product of our (s)elections
that we may know peace and liberty
only as enablers of an eating economy

may plenty be found within our borders
how else will we find some crumbs
from the high table of State-led Corruption?

© October 2015