life is not a straight line
this they said
suspect bends....
.... unscrupulous speed bumps
jolt you into unwelcome awakeness
sobriety regained!
am a brother unto the night
a sailor's lighthouse
in a turbulent sea
you're a sister in distant lands
asleep when i wake
awake when i sleep
never give up
distance is the road travelled
not the journey,
really
signs i missed
of gathering cumulonimbus
so here i am
drenched in mournful wetness
of scattered visions
a mission so aborted
you were
just but a sister in distant lands
asleep when i wake
awake when i sleep
so never give up
© October 2011
Welcome.Karibu.Machiegni.
... happy you're here, finally. these random thoughts are random, the poetry is from pseudo -poets and any likeness to any human being, living or not so alive, is purely (well, mostly) coincidental. enjoy
17 October, 2011
ESCAPE
you sleep. i stare
i smile. you moan
outside, the night hisses by
steadily
the autumn rain drops
softly pattering upon the windowsill
down below,
Westcott Street clears
yet you know
that here with me
you are in a safer place
© October 2011
i smile. you moan
outside, the night hisses by
steadily
the autumn rain drops
softly pattering upon the windowsill
down below,
Westcott Street clears
yet you know
that here with me
you are in a safer place
© October 2011
10 October, 2011
YOU ARE THE ONE
we rise and we fall
we sing and we cheer
we laugh as we cry
we shoot and we miss
the rains never stop coming
the dust never really settles
the drumbeats of change are late
everywhere we search for the One
what if we saw we as the One
and stopped the futile search
for the One
what if we chose
to be the change,
that spark of brilliant humanity
we so passionately envision
..... and desire
what if we stopped searching away
and turned
for a moment,
to us
what if we found
we are the One
we've been waiting for
searching for
longing for
life happens
let the rains stop
let the dust settle
let us fall to rise
.....never fail to rise
let the tears and the laughter mingle
because you are the one you've been waiting for
change happens
© October 2011
we sing and we cheer
we laugh as we cry
we shoot and we miss
the rains never stop coming
the dust never really settles
the drumbeats of change are late
everywhere we search for the One
what if we saw we as the One
and stopped the futile search
for the One
what if we chose
to be the change,
that spark of brilliant humanity
we so passionately envision
..... and desire
what if we stopped searching away
and turned
for a moment,
to us
what if we found
we are the One
we've been waiting for
searching for
longing for
life happens
let the rains stop
let the dust settle
let us fall to rise
.....never fail to rise
let the tears and the laughter mingle
because you are the one you've been waiting for
change happens
© October 2011
06 October, 2011
DARK TESTAMENTS
Even though I saw you cry
Wiping tears of great lossEven though around you
Your feet wobbled
And the earth sunk
You must not cry
For you were among them!
Among those who went
To bed with the sun
While the wind slept in the horizon
Among those who sneaked out of Nyayo I
Hidden by the infancy of a new day
When the blades of grass
Still lay in conjugation
With the dews of yesternight!
You knew Brother,
You knew that chics must play
And anxious thighs lay
In wait for nomadic shafts
You knew that chics must play
Yet you joined the horses in their bay
To the rhymes of moral decadence you swayed..
And now,
Caught in the web of dark passions
You ask:
Which way shall I go?
Which way?
You will grope in the night
Lost among thickets of blind emotions
You will tread decades of broken promises
Your conscience craving redemption
You will search in the dim groves
Where gods no longer resided,
Gods who served REDEMPTION.
© October 2011
ICE BERG
As blows the wind upon land
Sweeping all in its wake
Thus flees the glory of this world
In your days take heed brethren
In totality to live right
Right and nice
For the melting ice
Of wealth and trappings
Beneath your sacred feet
May one day give way
And carry the weight
Of all possessions
Loved and cherished
From the poles of plenty
Percolating across
The tropics of scarcity
Leaving you vain
Helpless in the face
Of howling storms of life
This life
Without shelter, and naked
Alone
In
The
Rain!
© October 2011
© October 2011
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