When I stared into your eyes And found you staring right backOnly You — Enigma
I have an issue with how you handle issues,
Especially when they’re anthills made into mountains,
I’ve tread the ground of loving you for a while now,
And part of you was like walking on eggshells,
I have had for you a carefree love, a forgiving one,
One that remembers not all the heartaches,
One that buries mistakes,allows them lie with their father,
And I have chosen to put on love as an amour,
Against every flaw of yours, against every mistake.
Have you not handed your fears all control?
Have you not given them your very birth right?
They roam this palace which is you,
Giving orders here and there,
Stopping love and her witty projects,
Some am certain are here to stay.
You have let fear control,
There is no love in fear.
You’re afraid that you’ll become like him,
And I’ll become like her,
That you might suffer in solitude,
While I carry on alright.
Such selfish desires!
Are you not afraid that we’ll make a bad couple?
Are you not scared to death that you’ll be henpecked?
Because to you, a strong-willed woman is intimidating,
But do you want a weak woman in your life?
Do you want a slave, who waits for your orders,
What is it you really want?
You professed of my beauty,
Called me a rare find,
One that you’d never find in others,
But every time you feed your fears,
I feel you’re choosing them over love,
Over and over again, everyday, every now and then,
Giving in to our differences,
Like where our personalities collide,
And how your opinions feel forgone,
Are they certainly forgone?
So I sit and wait,
For the Lord to lead,
For I too have failed,
I’ve been unable to focus in this war,
I’ve begun to stagger in despair,
My heart keeps worrying,
And the confidence I have in us,
Dwindles like a drying lamp,
I don’t know love without Love,
Maker of the universe,
Won’t you speak to me too,
If we need to take time,
Please let me hear you I plead,
For I need less of this,
And more of your will revealed,
And if this may be for fading,
Like season into season,
Keep my heart yet prepared,
That I might not freeze in winter’s cold.
Darkness breaks in uninvited
Unexpected as a dust devil
Clouds an inky black,
Yet another day rolled over.
As sun vacates her place,
Like the fading glam of youth,
A faint wick.
Small- the glow of moon,
A new ruler now enthroned.
Tomorrow being conceived,
Lays in the womb of sky,
Restless clouds depart,
Rumbling clouds in distress labor.
When her water breaks,
So does Daybreak’s glow,
Morning joy is here.
Another sun begotten.
Her hair is a forest,
like the decorated Congo.
Its roots are deep and strong,
it has highlights on its tips.
Its thick like a Savannah,
and it’s darkened like the night.
It emulates a fur ball
once you smoother it with oil.
It doesn’t much resemble
all the silky heads I’ve seen,
It tangles like a sheep’s wool,
on its olive-scented scalp.
Its curls are like cold noodles,
and it’s bun is very messy –
at times I think her hair’s
no common hair at all.
When mornings grew chillier,
And the air grew mistier,
Grass blades had gathered dew,
And the short rains begun.
They met and quickly fell
In love ‘fore they could tell,
Words were said,
Promises new made.
To the mall they went,
To the cinema halls,
Merry were the days,
Cheery the chilly days.
And while the short rains lasted,
No they did not last,
Thus much their days of love,
Before the sun dried all.
No one would have known,
That eventually they would strike,
Their plan was underway,
Ready to be unveiled.
You could tell they were angry,
It’s something they anticipated,
Something they had to do.
Forget the Mafia, they were disguised
Unlike our armies, they didn’t need armour
They needed not a commander,
The anger each one had,
Was enough to rile them up,
Fire them throughout,
As long as the war would last.
Right before they attacked,
The clouds were sagging low,
Hanging out here an there,
Spread out everywhere,
The weathermen predicted a storm.
It’s when our kind ran outside,
To get this and that,
Food, milk, candles, and pills,
Before they’d lock themselves up,
In their cosy wooden structures,
And wait for the storm to pass.
Just then, when Anna was heading back,
When Marcus was cycling home,
Just before the woman sold her last onions,
And the milkman packed his milk tanks,
Right when Justin alighted the bus,
Then, our kind was scattered around,
Rushing to get home.
That’s when it all began.
First there were shadows, long dark shadows
The kind you see in a rainforest,
When strolling in the evening light.
There was one, two, three, four, more and more,
Suddenly, they came out of the shadows,
Where they had been hiding,
And began to strike.
The mighty Trunks,
You could tell they were but stumps,
Saturated with water and dirt,
Rising up to the height of the clouds,
Old stumps in agony,
Over days lost to humans,
Over happiness snatched away,
And the beauty of sunshine,
Oh how the had adored sun!
If only our kind knew it,
They probably wouldn’t…
But they had and it was too late,
Man had taken the lives of The Trees,
Slaughtered them one by one,
Massacred them heartlessly,
And watched them cry to death,
Till they had no more sap left,
They left their homes abandoned.
Leaving them with but one choice-
To take revenge.
The weatherman was right about the storm,
Though it’s not rain that fell that day,
It was The Tree Trunks.
They fell among the crowds,
Across the roads and stopped the cars,
They stroke apartments which crumbled down,
People died, some were maimed,
Homes were broken into,
Everything turned upside down,
The earth had come to a stop,
For a moment there,
The Trees rejoiced,
Our kind mourned,
A transaction of pain.
I feel ashamed for all the parts of me I let you see,
That our loss was feeding into fears and insecurities,
We never made it half way through,
These are only tiny steps we’ve taken here.
They say that hurt people hurt people,
I wanted to think that this is false,
But I’ve been hurt by all that happened here,
I pray that this won’t wound me and make me another –
Hurt person who hurts people
I wish I spent more on friendship,
That way we wouldn’t have come this far,
But sadly we have already come,
And we have hurt one another,
Because there’s parts of you I cannot read through,
And there’s parts of me you cannot comprehend,
And I wish we could exchange eyes for a few,
And see just how easy this could be solved.
I have played most of my cards,
At trying to reason with you,
I am not sure if yours are spent,
Or that you’re still insistent on me changing –
Things am not sure I know by name
You keep saying you’re working on yourself,
The more you do that the harder you make it for me,
I can’t seem to understand what’s going on
I am lost in this course.
We set love down back somewhere,
And I feel that it would have answered this,
Cause I know that love covers all,
And somehow we’ve become as strangers,
Who know nothing about the other,
Except for we’re not strangers,
We shouldn’t act like we are.
Let’s meet at the place we met last time,
Make it fast for the sake of my burning heart,
And when you arrive I will join you,
Please don’t bring food on that day,
Come with a handkerchief or two,
I’ll do the same,
And we will break this vicious cycle,
Of trying to make each other see what we’re about,
Of conflicting and crushing personalities,
We will end it at that very carpet,
We’ll cry our eyes out,
And then say our goodbyes,
To a love that expired before its time.
I woke up from deep sleep,
Terrified by a bad dream,
The room was well-lit
The curtains drawn,
Was it midday?
And oh, “This is not my room!”
I, puzzled as can be
Put on sandals, rushed outside,
“What is this?”
Was I wearing a dress?
The type they give to patients.
Was I really sick?
Who’s to tell!
The streets half empty,
Their faces strapped with masks,
I noticed one around my neck,
Was I dead?
Was I a ghost?
So I pinched myself.
Alive, but numb.
I woke up on a sick bed,
In a sick dress,
To a sick world,
When I just about called home,
I couldn’t find my phone,
So I went back,
My alarm rang,
I woke up in my own bed,
I woke up to a sick world,
And in my own skin,
But everything felt like a dream.
(I used to write poetry, I still do.)
You are a rare gem,
A precious one at that,
Strong as a diamond,
You have become my strength,
Close friend and confidant,
The reason why I smile so oft,
Why my cheeks are turning red.
Every time you sing to me,
You make my heart beat fast,
My tears just about roll down,
But blend into a smile.
The wall I’d built up high,
Is slowly crumbling down,
Cause I can be myself,
Unveil to you my flaws.
You snog so affectionately,
I can feel your heart race,
And as I breath your air,
I want to stay some more,
Just then you draw me in,
Pressed in against your chest,
At last I feel at home!
I love you to my brim,
I’m happy to have you,
When’er you look at me,
I think, “How blessed I am”!
(Here’s my #TBT)
I have a problem with the boy I love,
It’s a problem related to love,
Infact, my problem is love.
See, at first I couldn’t understand,
But now I do, it’s clear as glass.
Now if you’ve read my work,
You’ll know that I can love,
For mine was a jar of love- overflowing,
Ready to fill in his.
Now the boy I love loves too,
But I bet I love slightly more,
So it’s true he cares about me,
And I tend to overcare and worry about him.
Look here, I’ve been giving a little som’more,
Expecting that he too will,
Turns out it’s all in my mind,
Because he’s not thinking of that.
Mama told me to smile,
In the face of the good,
Of the bad,
Of the ugly.
She said, “Keep an open heart”
Love baby, love like Jesus,
In good times,
In hard times.
Mama never told me,
That love is hard to give,
In the rain,
And in the shine,
You don’t always get back,
All the love you gave up,
Not in March,
Mama will you tell me,
How much more one has to give?
Or shall I stop?
Shall I never stop?
Vibrato!How you speak and sing,
In the very same line,
If I say what I think,
And you shout a “me too”,
It’s when you listen,
Pay attention to my noise,
And when you smile,
A full blown smile-
You’re making me laugh,
Stop cracking my ribs,
With vibrato! It’s vibrato!
And soon I just might run,
Across those grassy fields,
In a rather vibrant way,
Till you hear the music ring.